DAY 8~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE PIG PRINCESS :')

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LITTLE BIRD BY ED SHEERAN coz the song is awesome. I want a little bird. Do u guys want one too? =) (no dirty thoughts pls -_- )

KRISTEL’S POV

“Hey babe, wake up” Zayn said, pulling me away from dreamland. Rude man.

“NO. Now please get out.” Was all I managed to say to the disturbing human being.

“No,I actually sleep here too. And now its time to wake up”

“What part of NO can’t you understand? Zayn, let me sleep please?” I pouted.

All I got was a sigh as a response. Good, coz I seriously need sleep.

“Don’t make me call Louis” he threatened, finally speaking up.

I bolted upright, “I’m up!”

He smirked. “Good. Get dressed. It’s a big day today!”

Big day? What are they planning?

“What do you mean?”

His gob literally hit the floor.

“What?” I asked, more confused than ever.

“Its your birthday today for the love of carrots!”

Oh yeah…. It is my birthday today, innit?”

“you’re getting old” he muttered.

I smacked his arm forcefully.

“Ouch!”

“Stop complaining like a girl, Malik”

“Gee, thanks for the compliment buddy” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Whatever, I’m going down for breakfast”

I basically walked all the way down to the blasted stairs.

“I want a hover board!” part of me begged.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR KRISSY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIGGY!” was all I heard once I entered the dining room.

“Are you people kidding me?!” I shrieked. “I’m not too fat!”

Harry walked towards me and gave me a hug. “Ofcourse not”

“But PIGGY rhymes with KRISSY” Louis explained. “And it was fun to say!”

“Rude little mutt” I said, glaring at my carrot twin.

“Hey!” he wailed. “I’m not a mutt”

“Sure, Louis. Sure” I said, sarcasm was dripping in that sentence.

He scowled at me. “Mean”

“Why thank you” I said.

“Guys, cut that out!” Liam said in his Daddy Direction tone. Yes, he has a Daddy Direction tone. Get over it. :p

Knock knockknock

“I’ll get that.” I said. “Niall, don’t you dare touch that bacon” I added, glaring at the Irish Leprechaun.

Louis was about to go pick a bacon from my food plate that was basically prepared by my lovely Liam. Yes, I own lovely Liam.

“Same goes to you, carrot boy” I said with a glare too.

Niall and Louis pouted.

I shook my head and walked towards the door.

“Happy birthday, love!!!” a woman, who is obviously Danielle, screamed at me.

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