Torn

Chapter 2

 I woke up the next morning with a headache and some new texts. A few were just friends asking about if me and Harry are dating. The last, and most recent text, was from Harry himself asking if I wanted to hang out with him and the boys that day. 

 ~There won't be any paparazzi, just the guys and girls and a good time :)~ 

 The second text made me laugh. I quickly text him back, agreeing to go and got up to shower. I only had a few hours before I needed to be at the boys' flat for the little get together. 

 After my shower, I rifled through my clothes and finally decided on a pair of torn jean shorts and a plaid, half-sleeve shirt. I brushed my hair straight and threw a knit cap over it, slipped some Converse on my feet and left, grabbing my keys, some cash and my cellphone. No makeup. I didn't wear it unless I had to. 

 I climbed into my burnt orange Ford truck and made my way to Harry and Louis' flat with the help of some directions from the guys.   

 There were, unsurprisingly, a few photographers outside the little flat and they went crazy with photos when I pulled up. Harry came out, took me by the hand, and led me inside the large home. 

 Inside, it was beautiful and spacious. 

 We made our way to the living room where everyone was hanging out and I fell back onto the plush couch beside the other girls. They all welcomed me warmly, as if we were longtime friends. That was comforting. At least this odd experience would be pleasant. 

 A few pizzas and a movie later, we were all in the back yard around a fire, talking about everything and getting to know each other. 

 "So how many tattoos do you have?" Eleanor asked, genuinely curious. I smiled.

 "Seven." I said with a laugh and pointed to the only tattoo on my left arm. "This means 'love in hindi." I said with a smile. They nodded, waiting for me to explain the rest.

 "The bird was just an addition to this tattoo, 'Lala', it was my nickname my dad called me as a child. The rosary beads on my wrist are for my faith in God and this on the outside of my arm, 'Zindagi Migzara' means 'Life Goes On'." 

 Zayn nodded knowingly. 

 "What about the other two?" Harry asked, realizing I'd only said about five.

 "Oh yeah." I said and stood. I lifted my shirt just enough to show two bows tattooed on my hips. "My best friend and I got these matching tattoos and my last one covers my whole back, it's an angel." I said, sitting back in my spot beside Harry.

 "Guess I'll be seeing that one later." He joked with a wink in my direction. I laughed out loud. 

 "Oh yes, boyfriend, you definitely will." I joked back and everyone laughed except...no, it couldn't be. I could've sworn I saw Louis' mouth form into a tight line but that might have just been a trick of my brain. I brushed it off as nothing and continued to enjoy my night. 

 We ended up sleeping in the large TV room that night after playing flashlight tag in the dark and making shapes on the wall. I was really starting to enjoy hanging out with the guys and their girlfriends.