The Girl Who's Living With The Hottest Boy Band (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 7: Crazy Morning with 1D

A/N- Here's chappie 7, it's just a filler okay! And it's soooo short, i know :( To be honest, I HATE writing short chapters. I like writing like 3 pages and above. But again, this is just a filler & please bear with me for a while, exam's here and I couldn't really use the computer longer. Soo, yeah. -G x

E N J O Y Y Y ~ ! :)

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"I'm not. I'm fine," I said as I wiped away the tears that has escaped from my eye. 

"Right. Am I supposed to believe you?" He said, staring at me with his beautiful green eyes.

I sighed. "I-It's just that I missed my Mom already, I mean this is only the third time we're away from each other," I kind of lied. Well, I really missed my Mom and that this is the third time we're away from each other, but I lied about the reason why I'm crying. I don't feel like telling Harry about the hate I get every minute. 

I don't even wanna think about it...

Harry smiled. "Oh. Don't worry, we'll make you video chat with her everytime we have a chance to." 

I smiled at him wearily, my eyes starting to feel heavy. Within minutes, I drifted off to sleep, my head resting on Harry's head.

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"SO WE GOTTA GET UP! TIME TO GET UP! IT'S TIME TO GET UP! IT'S. TIME. TO. GET. UUUP!" 

I groaned loudly, covering my ears with my pillow. To no avail. They started jumping up and down on my bed, and I have no choice but to get up, it's useless to try to sleep when five guys are literally bouncing up and down on your bed!

"IT'S TIME TO GET UP!" They sang loudly. I think I should rephrase that. They shouted loudly. 

I groaned again, getting up from the bed. 

"Yay!" Liam cheered once he saw me awake. 

"She's UP!" I saw Niall holding a paper bag that has a McDonald's logo on it. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious!" Harry rolled his eyes as he sauntered toward the door.

"Niall, I thought those McDonald's are for me?" I asked Niall, who was munching on a french fry. 

"Nope, I just sang that so you'll get up. Buy your own," Niall said as he dashed outside my new room. We were all knackered last night after the flight, since it was a ten hour flight for goodness' sake. We arrived at England at midnight. We're at the boys' house now, and Simon told us that the boys have a tour this afternoon. 

I recalled Niall's statement earlier, and instantly rolled my eyes. That boy and his love for food...

I searched through my jeans pocket I was wearing last night to look for my phone before going to the kitchen. Once I found it, I unlocked it and I was instantly directed to my Twitter mentions. When I realised what happened in the plane, a lump on my throat suddenly appeared. 

'@1Dforeverrrrr: @AprilLuvsCats who are you??? why wont u tell us? you're nothin compared to el, dani and perrie, tbh. #opinion peeps'

'@janetloveee1dd: why did @AprilLuvsCats suddenly appeared out of nowhere with 1d? shes not even pretty, i dont like her i only like eleanor danielle and perrie' 

Why do they hate me? What did I did wrong? Is it that bad to be friends with One Direction? It's not like I've kidnapped them to make them hate me so much!

I grew frustrated and weary, so I put my phone back into my jeans pocket and dashed toward the kitchen. I don't want to deal with those haters right now.

I just want to have fun with my idols. Not deal with these shit I'm getting, fuck, I didn't even do anything to them.

I walked toward the boys who were sitting around the table. I glanced and saw Harry cooking. Oh yeah, Harry is the chef of the band. 

"Hey, Styles. Whatcha cooking?" I asked as I stood beside Chef Styles, who was frying.

"Eggs and bacons, isn't it obvious?" he rolled his eyes, as he turned to look at me and then look back down at the foods he was frying.

I huffed. "Hey, someone's grumpy today," I turned to look at the other boys.

Liam sighed. "Nah, he's always like that. Not much of a morning person, y'know? Especially since he's the only good cook in the band." 

"Yeah, he's not really a morning person," Zayn agreed.

Liam looked at him, raising his brows. "Huh. Says the guy who refuse to wake up even after us singing the Wake Up song and jumping all around his bed."

 Zayn rolled his eyes. "You know I love sleep!"

I chuckled, watching the guys' cute moments with each other. That's what I love about them, they know how to make someone smile with their witty argues.

"Breakfast is done!" Harry chirped as he set the eggs and bacon on six plates, "and by the way, I know I'm not a morning person, okay."

We rolled our eyes as we began eating. 

"So guys, what time does your first concert starts?" I asked.

"Well, usually it's early in the morning, but since we're all knackered last night, Management decided to postpone it until two in the afternoon," Louis answered, before taking a big bite of his bacon. 

"Oh," I nodded.

"So, it's still eight. What shall we do?" Zayn asked, glancing at each of us.

We paused for some time. 

It was Louis who broke the silence. "How about a game of Truth or Dare?" 

Niall huffed, "Again?" 

I agreed with Niall. Don't the boys know any game besides that? Besides, I've been embarrassed enough the last time we played it. 

Is Truth or Dare a game that every famous person loves? 

I noticed Liam's face suddenly lit up, and he gazed at us excitedly. "How about a game of Truth or Dare while we're on twitcam? Fans could be the one to dare us!" 

Louis face was now filled with complete excitement, and I feel like my face mirrored him, too. The others nodded, agreeing to play the game.

Now, this is nothing like last time. Might as well be fun.

Except... the haters in twitter. So, what if they send me hate while doing twitcam? I was sure of it, they will send hate. At least one person. I just know it.

"Let's start! C'mon, guys!" Louis screeched. 

But I guess I couldn't back out now.