Chapter 15
Naomi P.O.V.
My face was smashed against the leather as Harry flipped me upside down on the couch. I was aching in laughter, my screams muffled against the couch cushions, Harry sitting on my butt.
“Oi!” I heard Liam say, coming into the living room. “Harry! Get off our guest’s butt!” I could see him scolding Harry, and held back a smile.
Harry sighed. “But her butt is so soft, I could just lick it,” he grumbled.
“Wait what,” Niall plopped down next to me, utterly confused. Much like I was.
Harry rolled over on his back, ignoring Niall’s comment and whined, “Guyssssss. Lets do somethinggggg,”
“Well what do boy bands usually do in their free time?” I asked, Zayn collapsing on the couch beside. He laid his spiky hair down on the oversized pillow, “Sleep...” Within a few minutes snores were already escaping from his mouth.
“Well there goes Zayn,” I muttered. Harry and Niall shrugged, un-enthusiastically. Well this was fun. If Spencer was here, or even Louis, they would know what to do, how to have a good time. But no, unfortunately they were out on a fucking date. I let out a frustrated sigh.
Liam came up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Hey,” he said, soothingly. “Do you want to go see a movie or something? Get your mind off things?”
I nodded, leaning my head back against his chest. He was so perfect, always knew exactly what to say.
“Come on, guys, we’re going to see a movie,” Liam said, throwing a pillow at Niall and Harry. There was no use trying to get Zayn up, plus he was a bit of a bitch when he was tired anyway.
“Nooo,” Harry groaned, collapsing on the ground. “Go on without me...” he said dramatically. I rolled my eyes, following Liam and Niall to the door.
“Get your coats,” Liam said, giving Niall and I one of his looks.
I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “But it’s like, 80 degrees out,”
Liam rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed that I was arguing with him. “Naomi, it might be cold in the movie theater, you never know. Now get your coat.”
Niall was already trudging down the hallway, used to taking orders from Daddy Directioner. I followed him, muttering, “I don’t even own a coat,”
Niall laughed. “You can borrow one of mine,” He threw open the door of his messy room. There was stuff everywhere. It was the messiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Jesus Christ, Niall, do you ever clean this place?” I said standing against the door as he trudged through the piles of shit trying to get to his closet. If there was one thing I hated more than Spencer right now, it was Niall’s messy room. I couldn’t stand things being messy.
“Not really, the cleaning people usually skip over my room,” He threw a blue Jack Willis sweatshirt at me. “Here, you can wear that,”
“Thanks," I say, Niall trying to navigate his way through the room.
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Liam P.O.V.
The opening credits were just starting and I could already hear Naomi whimpering beside me. Niall and I had forced her to see the newest horror movie with us, much to her dismay. We had to drag her into the theater. Literally.
I held back a laugh as she grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly, her eyes glued to the screen. I looked over at Niall who was sitting on the other side of her, laughing. She slapped his arm. “It’snot funny!” she whispered through gritted teeth. “I fucking hate scary movies!”
