Crown Jules (One Direction Fan Fic)

Home Alone

I had fallen asleep on Harry and woken up in the dark. Harry had been sleeping beside me, his face relaxed and one arm slung around my waist. I shimmied out from under him, looking at the clock. 1:23 am. I yawned and slid off Harry's bed. I didn't want to take his nice comfy sleeping place as well as his flat. I walked out of the room and stumbled around as quietly as possible, looking for the door to the hallway closet. I found it and slowly dragged a huge blanket from the shelf on top. Sleepily I stumbled into the living room, I have no idea what I was thinking, but my sleepy head took my love of sleeping on floors and I walked behind the couch against the window. I lay down carefully in the gap between the couch and the curtained window. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I had fallen asleep with my head on my arm.

“Where is she?!” Louis yelled, I cracked open one eye groggily.

“I don't know! She was in my bed with me last night!” Harry screamed back frantically.

“You slept with her?!” Louis twirled to face him.

“Well yes, wait no!” Harry muttered watching Louis face change.

“I mean I SLEPT with her, like actually went to sleep, she was there with me until I fell asleep around 12!” Harry explained. Louis let out his breath in relief.

“You know she's hurt, you can't sleep with her no matter how much you like her.” Louis warned. Harry blushed and I rolled my eyes, I can take care of myself.

“Do you think she ran off? She didn't seem to want to stay with us.” Harry murmured.

“Maybe, but she can't stay on her own!” Louis said a bit panicky. I yawned and at that moment realized I should probably say something. But I was just so tired.

“Meh, shut your pie holes. I'm sleeping.” I yelled at them. The talking stopped and the couch moved, exposing Harry in nothing but his boxers and a shirtless Louis.

“Um love, what are you doing back there?” Harry asked, trying not to laugh.

“Floors are comfy. I was going to take the couch but I was to tired to think straight last night at 1 in the morning!” I hid my head under my blanket.

“Julia, you can take one of our beds, i'll sleep on the couch.” Louis said laughing.

“No.” I scowled. They both crouched down grinning and and pulled the blanket back from my face.

“Love, your on the cold floor, next to a vent and you've been sick, take my bed.” Harry said.

“No.” I rolled onto my back wincing. I tried to get up and gasped, my rib aching fiercely.

“Guess I didn't think this through because I can't get up again.” I moaned. I stuck my arms up in the air. “Help.” I groaned. Harry and Louis each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me up quickly.

“Hell,hell,hell.” I grabbed the side of the couch.

“Painkillers.” I gasped at them. Harry grabbed them and returned with 2 pills and a glass of water.

"Thank you.” I swallowed the pills.

“You okay?” Harry asked worriedly.

“I'm fine now.”

“You want breakfast?” Louis asked.

“Sure. Thanks.” I followed the boys into the kitchen and sat at one of the tall stools in front of the counter. Harry started cooking and Louis came and tried to help as well. It ended with Louis getting in the way and almost burning the pancakes.

“Just get out.” Harry growled, running over to save to food. I just sat there and laughed. Truthfully, I'm a pretty good cook but I loved seeing the boys bicker.