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Chapter 1

Author's note: Let's see if I can make this both mysterious and funny shall we :) Tell me what you think by commenting. Don't forget to vote! And follow me on here and on Twitter @lovelyirishpot1. :)

Niall's POV

'Niall! Niall!' I heard a voice faintly calling my name.

I ignored it and tried dozing off again.

'Niall! Niall! Wake up lad!' the voice spoke again.

I turned over on my side and opened my eyes. Zayn was bent over my bed staring at me with his brown eyes.

I jumped a little. 'Geez.'

'What?' he said looking at me strangely.

'It's hideous,' I said smiling.

He smacked my arm and straightened up. 'Get up weird child.'

'But I don't wanna,' I complained and turned over, pulling the cover over my head.

'Tough nachos,' he said.

Next thing I know I feel a draft. I open my eyes and I'm staring at the wall.

'Get up,' Zayn repeated.

I shook my head and curled up into a ball. I felt cold hands wrap around my ankles.

'Zayn! Don't!' I protested.

But he did. He pulled hard until I landed on the floor with a thud.

'Ow!' I said loudly.

'Zayn! Did you get him up?' Louis's voice carried through the house.

'Kinda,' Zayn said staring at me.

'What do you mean by kinda?' Louis stated walking into the room and seeing me on the floor.

'I mean I pulled him out of bed but now he's on the floor,' Zayn chuckled.

'And on the floor I shall stay,' I said lifting an eyebrow.

'On the floor shall you not. We have things to do! People to see and places to go!' Louis said making a Superman stance. 'Now get up peasant!'

'Peasant?' I stood up and stared at him. 'Last I checked I had as much money as you.'

'Check again,' Louis said running out the room like he was on fire.

I looked at Zayn who just shrugged.

Sometimes I worried about that guy. Did someone drop him on his head when he was a child or something?