Rooming With Niall

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Jessica's POV

The Door swings open right in the middle of our rough snogging. Dang. But there's something different. The boys look sad. Did I do something.

"What's wrong?" I ask but they just shake there head. I give Harry the Whats going on look, but he just shrugs. I have to say, I felt an instant spark! It was Great! Did Harry feel the same spark, Tingling in the chest, Butterfles in the stomach. When I opened my eyes he looked like he enjoyed it.

"Nothing. Lets Play a different game" Niall says looking down, playing with his hands. Could he be jealous? Pshh no, We just met.

"Let's do karaoke!" that should be super fun!" We all nodded and jumped up and I plugged in my iPod.

"Who wants to go first?" Asks Harry.

"I'm going first No buts!" But Louis had to be the immature one.

"Ha! She said no butts!" I just roll my eyes and go to my iPod. I pick the song Little Bird by Ed Sheeran. I take a hair brush off my shelf. And hit the play button.

"Let's The Games begin!" Niall shouts.

If we take this bird in, with its broken leg,

We could nurse it, she said,

Come inside for a little lie down with me,

And if you fall asleep, it wouldn't be the worst thing.

But when I wake up, and your make up is on my shoulder,

And tell me if I lie down, would you stay now?

Let me hold ya, oh.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,

Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,

And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,

Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,

And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.

My little bird.

If we take a walk out, in the morning dew,

We can lay down, so I'm next to you,

Come inside for a little home made tea,

And if you fall asleep, then at least your next to me,

And if I wake up, say its late love, get back to sleep,

I'm covered by nature and I'm safe now,

Underneath this oak tree, with you beside me.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,

Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,

And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,

Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,

And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.

My little bird,

My little bird,

My little bird.

And of all these things I'm sure of, I'm not quite certain of your love,

You make scream, and then I make you cry,

When I left that little bird with its broken leg to die.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,

Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,