Moment in Time. Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 2

I heard multiple soft voices none of the words stuck though. I opened my eyes and panicked. I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. What had I done last night? I groaned in pain as a head ache started. I openly sighed in relief when I noticed the other side of the bed was not occupied nor did it look like it had been. I climbed out of bed and let my feet touch the soft carpet. I looked down at the large shirt I was wearing, crap it wasn’t mine. I looked around for my clothes and found them folded in a pile on a desk. I quickly changed and looked out the window. Crap I was on the top floor not an easy escape. Finally I left the room and wandered down a hallway. The conversation stopped as I entered the room they were in. Four boys looked p at me. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. What happened?! Before I could ask any questions I felt the need to be sick.

“Bathroom is that way.” One of them pointed to a door. I ran to it and opened the door I had already puked into the toilet before I noticed someone was using the shower. Luckily it was frosted glass.

“Oh god sorry.” I mumbled quickly rushing back out of the room.

“You could have told me someone was showering!” I exclaimed.

“It’s frosted glass and I didn’t want to clean a mess up.” The same boy told me. I assumed it was his apartment.

“Yeah I’m really sorry. I guess I should go.” I told them making my way to the exit.

“Wait! Harry was up with you all night and waiting as you puked your guts up I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to leave without saying good-bye.” The same one told me I guess he had a point. This Harry guy seemed worthy of my time and apparently I had taken a lot of his. I nodded and stood in my place.

“You don’t have to just stand there come sit down.” An Irish boy told me. I sat down next to him where he had instructed me to sit.

“Mind telling us your name?” A dark haired boy asked.

“Oh sorry. Lauren McLean. What’s yours?” I asked.

“Zayn.” He told me.

“Louis.” The boy who had pointed me to the bathroom said.

“I’m Niall.” The Irish one told me.

“And I’m Liam.” The last boy told me. I waved to them shyly. “Breakfast?” I was starving probably a cause from throwing up all night.

“Actually that would be great thank you.” Normally I wouldn’t have said yes but I could feel my stomach grumbling.

“So will you make it?” The Irish one asked hopefully. I looked at him confused did he really want me to make them all breakfast?

“Uhh Okay?” Niall smiled gratefully. I stood up with the rest of the boys and they guided me to the kitchen. I looked around not really sure where to start. “Should I just make eggs and toast?” I wondered aloud.

“Yes please.” Louis said and pointed to a cupboard. “The bowls are in there I’ll get everything else out.” He got up and set everything onto the counter and I got out a bowl. I quickly cracked multiple eggs into a bowl and whisked them in record time. I slid it onto the frying pan and onto a plate in a matter of minutes.

“Wow you’re quick.” Liam complemented.

“Well I work at my uncle’s pizza parlor and we have to use all the eggs by  a certain a time so I normally make quite a few before closing.” I laughed.

“Whoa,” Niall paused. “You’re the girl who delivered pizza to us yesterday!” I smiled and slid a plate in front of each of the boys and put some on my own plate. I ate in silence leaning against the counter.