Is It So Wrong? ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfiction ~ EDITING

21 - Make Your Decision

**A/N**: Sooooo, I was asked if chapter 20 was the last chapter and I just want to say, NOPE, SORRY. I'm still here. I'm warning you, though, this chapter isn't the greatest. Also, I don't know exactly when the boys stayed at Harry's bungalow. It's not my fault.

Right, so, I just wanted to say WOAH! YOU GUYS! You got this story to 10,000 reads, which is way more than I was ever actually expecting. And all of your comments recently have just made me laugh and almost cry because you're all so wonderful and I don't know why you like this story. Honestly, I don't get it.

So, I'm dedicating this chapter to colorsoftherain because she left comments that made me get all giggly and start blushing like a freshman in high school who gets complimented by a really hot upperclassman. But actually it's because she might as well be me, with only minor differences in interests.

Uhhh... OH YEAH! Comment/vote/fan maybe? I love getting feedback from the readers (you). It's what makes me feel like I'm not wasting my time with this story.

-Abby

P.S. If you're reading this, I LOVE YOU. *hugs*

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*Liam's POV*

(July 23, 2010 cont'd)

I glance at the boy sitting across the table from me and smile. How could I not? He's the most beautiful, most wonderful, most amazing person I've ever met.

“You going to eat that?” he asks.

I laugh and shake my head, pushing the plate towards him. “It's all yours, Nialler.”

“You're the best, you know that?”

I can feel myself starting to blush. “You're just saying that because I bought you dinner,” I mutter.

Niall raises an eyebrow at me. “I was gonna pay for myself!” he complains.

“I invited you out; I'm paying. It's as simple as that.”

Niall frowns at me and I try to take him seriously, but he's just so cute when he makes faces like that! He's just so cute all the time. “Don't laugh at me,” whines my best friend when I finally crack. He pretends to be really hurt, but I just keep chuckling at his over-exaggerated expressions.

“Y-you're just so c-cute,” I choke out. “Especially when you f-frown.”

This time it's Niall's turn to blush. “Am not,” he mumbles.

I frown and shake my head at the boy. “You are and that's final,” I state.

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” I say with a smirk.

“Yep!” he confirms, his grin growing wider.

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(a few days later)

“BREAKFAST!” yells Harry. You wouldn't expect it from the curly-haired boy, but he has quite the talent in the kitchen. He loves cooking, which explains why he used to work in a bakery, I suppose. This is one of the many things I've learned from living in a bungalow with the four other prospective members of the group Simon wants to create for the X Factor for the past couple of days.

“COMING!” Louis shouts back. He and Harry get along the best even though Lou is the oldest and Harry is the youngest. Then again, Louis acts like the youngest and Harry usually acts like the oldest. Plus, they act like they've known each other forever even though they met around the same time as the rest of us.