I'm Nialls cousin. No big deal. Right?

4. "WE'RE NOT KANGAROOS!"

I flung open my bedroom door and collapsed onto my bed in my soaked through clothes. This I'd why I should never let the boys pick our daily activities. I somehow always ended up exhausted in a heap on the ground. Even when the activity is something like playing a board game. Those things get intense. Extreme monopoly.

I rolled off of the edge of my bed and fell onto the floor. "Why must life be so haaaard. I have to actually CHANGE out of my wet clothes!" I groaned loudly. What should I wear today? I jumped up from the ground and rummaged through the drawers and searched the wardrobe. But as it may be obvious. I don't own many clothes. By choice, which was the sad thing. My family had no issues with money. We actually had quite a bit but I'd rather spend $50 on lollies and movies than on a shoe. Gah im blind! I felt around the carpeted floor looking for my glasses. They must have fallen off when I was jumping around. I jammed them onto my nose and turned my attention to the rarely used laundry hamper in the corner and found the holy grail of all things comfortable. My onesie. Perfect.

It was roughly nine o'clock in the morning so the sun was still moderately low in the sky. The boys had planned to stay for longer (Crazy fools) but we were caught by fans so we left before they started a riot. I keep forgetting that my boys are famous. I don't think of them as like Liam freaking Payne and Harry Freaking Styles etc etc. I think of them all as my dorky little boys who can't stand being alone for more than a minute at a time, my boys who enjoy staying at home with pizza and video games and having raves in the hallway more than going out partying. My 5 crazy idiots that just so happen to be bloody good singers.

I unbolted the window and breathed in the cool air. Still a cold and misty day for London. But I'm not complaining. I loved the fog and pouring rain. More than the scorching heat and blistering winds of Australia even. But right now I was freezing to death because of these stupid clothes. I slammed the window and grabbed my onesie. I'm actually liking how this day is turning out.

~~~~~Magical time skip wiggly lines~~~~

"Harry. Pass me a Zappo pwease!" I looked up at Harry with big puppy dog eyes. We had all retired to the loungeroom and decided to watch Finding Nemo. But as always I was last in so I had to 'Share' a seat. Which pretty much meant that my head was in Harrys lap, I was lying across Zayn and my feet were on Niall. See, this is one of the perks of being really short (5"3 to be EXACT) ,I don't hang over the edges of the lounge.

"What will you do if I say no?" Harry teased. Oh he's just asking for it.

I worked up my sweetest most innocent little girl voice. "I will gouge out your eyes and chop off your testicles whilst you sleep Mr. Styles." I batted my eyelashes just for effect. The look on his face was priceless.

"Mate you better give her the damn lolly." Niall chipped in wisely. He understands my sugar addiction. He knows not to get in the way. They all should by now.

Keeping the same horrified expression Harry robotically handed me a small purple square of joy.

"Oh why thankyou Harry dear. You may maintain the ability to reproduce." The boys were all trying to hold in laughter but not doing a very good job. Their faces were all red but Niall looked closest to tipping point. I winked at him. Bad mistake.

The room exploded with laughter from le royal idiots. Even Harry couldn't contain it. As soon as we all started quieting down I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

"GUYS SHUT YOUR FACE HOLES. My mummy is on the phone." I checked the screen. 'incoming FaceTime' Even better. 'Accept'

"Rory!"

"Rora!"

"Where are you?"

"I love you!"

"No I love you!"