6 Boys and They're All In Love With Me (1D and Justin Bieber Fanfic) *ON HOLD*

Ch. 16 - Bad Moods and Phone Dudes

~ Chapter 16: Bad Moods and Phone Dudes ~

♠ Liam's POV: ♣

Another morning came around quickly and I found myself walking downstairs and yawning. I noticed the tv was on and someone was wrapped in blankets silently watching it. To make it bad, I was hungry and the smell of food was nowhere near. And from the back of this person's head, I immediately knew it was Harry, with his curly hair seen from a mile away.

Hmm... He's been awake for a while and he's not doing effort to cook so... He's in a bad mood? Why? I know he walked Gabby home last night, so did he confess his love and she rejected him or something?

"Hey," I spoke up. His head made no movement to face me. Curiously, I walked closer to the couch he laid on. When I stopped right in front of him, I realized he was asleep. What the heck? His face was raised facing the television, but his eyes were shut closed and his mouth hung only slightly open. If I knew Haz, I'd say he fell half asleep. I hope he wasn't down here in the middle of the night.

Smiling, I sat down next to him, grabbing his head lightly to lean on my shoulder. He adjusted quickly, making his head comfortable on the crook of my neck. Hehe, he better not drool on me.

I ruffled his hair playfully and turned my attention to the tv. A good show was on so I didn't bother reaching for the remote to change it. I felt Harry's body making swift movements in order to relax. Now I'm worried something bad happened. Why else would he be here wrapped up in his favorite blanket instead of up in his room?

Sigh. Oh Harry.

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2 hours passed since I sat here with Harry. My shoulder was in need of a massage, since his head has been resting there for a long time without a break. But I didn't mind much. I'm Daddy Direction for a reason, aren't I?

Anyhow, after a while I heard someone's footsteps come from the stairs. I turned my head to meet the eyes of no other than Louis Tomlinson. His mouth was gaping in shock and a hurt expression was visible on his face. I was about to ask what was wrong when it hit me.

It almost looked like Harry and I were cuddling, in a way. Yup, I must be interfering with Larry Stylinson.

"Louis.." I began.

"-DON'T. Even think about it," he cut me off, showing up his index finger. "H-how could you do this?"

I sighed. Why does he take this bromance so seriously? He has a girlfriend... Wink. Wink. "Lou, he was tired. I found him asleep and thought he'd like a pillow or something. My shoulder was great for that," I explained.

"Why didn't you just rest him on the couch?!"

"It's uncomfortable without a pillow here. I just woke up myself when I first came so I didn't think of fetching one," I said, getting a bit annoyed.