USE SOMEBODY. <3 (ON HOLD)

CHAPPIE 11. (It feels like we've been living in fast foward)

*Natalie's POV* It's been nearly two weeks that i've known the boys. I can't believe it.

I still live with Louis & Harry... but I want to move out soon. Live on my own.

Living with the boys have for sure been no piece of cake. What with the radio interviews, TV interviews, Interviews mostly. The occasional photo shoot & of course, LOADS & LOADS of fans. I knew they were big... but sheesh.

Harry & Louis have been at eachother's throats since that night.

Louis just kind of sat there shaking his head as Harry screamed at him. Eventually Harry gave up and stormed off to his room. Soon after everyone went home.

We've all gotten ALOT closer, except Harry & Louis of course. Especially me & Harry, we are really close now.

I got tired of sleeping on the couch so I started rooming with Louis.

I smiled at my thoughts when Niall came bursting in the flat along with Liam, sheesh, never anyone alone time here.

"What if she doesn't like me?!" Niall yelled storming into the room. "Niall, it's been two weeks for god's sake! She'll probably think you don't like her!" Liam huffed. Niall plopped down next to me crossing his arms.

"What are you two on about?" I asked puzzled.

"Liam keeps nagging me to call Tiffany!" He paused, "But i'm scared..."  I chuckled and ruffled the Irish boys hair, "There's nothing to be nervous about! Plus, take it from a girl, if you hadn't called after three days... I would be worried."

Niall look at the ground thoughtfully then shot up, "I guess i'll give her a ring." Liam clapped, "Go get her mate!" Then they ran off to Louis' room.

It was nearly twelve and Louis was still asleep, that boy is such a bother to wake up. Probably the biggest bother, except Zayn though.

Harry's door swung open as he walked out & sat next to me on the couch. I observed his outfit, He had on a navy blue blazer, a plaid red shirt, & blue trousers. His curls rested messily on his had hanging above his pale green eyes, Fit. No wait, no. Harry is my friend. End of.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Harry winked. My cheeks burned, crap! He caught me checking him out!

Wait, I was not checking him out. Just... observing.

"I was observing." I stated.

"Mhmm." He hummed with a cheeky smirk.

I rolled my eyes at the dimple faced boy, "So what are you dressed up for?" I asked. He usually wears sweats & a tee shirt.

He seemed a little flustered, "What are you talking about? Dressed up? me? No." My turn for a cheeky grin, "Whatever Styles." With that I got up and skipped away.

Harry got up and quickly got up with me, "What are you dressed up for?" He asked. I looked down & observed my outfit, one of the many the boys (Zayn or Louis) had purchased me.

My baggy pink tank was tucked into my black high waisted shirt. My long silver necklace that layed across my torso jingled as a skipped into the kitchen. I guess I was a little dressed up. Not that I didn't have kind of a preppy, girlie style anyways.

I shrugged, "I'm not."

"Whatever floats that pretty little boat of yours." He smiled, flaunting his dimples.

My cheeks turned a darker shade of pink at the use of his word, pretty. I shook it off though. I shouldn't take those stupid little things he said to heart anyways.