A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 8: Eleanor's Colors

Hey guys! Sorry for the late update! I finally got to finish Chapter 10. God was that hard! Okay so can't you guys wait for the new One Direction Album to come out?! It's fantastic! My favorite song is . . . I don't have a favorite.

Look, just for you guys and my fans who are reading this, I am going to put the link to the album livestream of iTunes so for you guys who have iTunes in your computers or iPods or iPads can see it.

So here goes long waited Chapter 8.

                                        Sofia's POV

"Yes, mom; everything is fine." Laughter erupted from me at my mom's evident concern.

     I had forgotten to call my mom yesterday and the regret that has been hidden for a while has now started to show its presence.

     Ah, moms.

"Are you sure? None of the boys are hitting on you?"

"Mom!" This has been her argument during the whole conversation.

     She's much convinced on the boys having some type of interest in me; I couldn't disagree more on the topic.

     Obviously, my mom has not taken into account my age, or my physical features . . . she needs a new prescription on her glasses; that's my theory.

"Alright; alright, fine. I just want you to know that if anything happens, remember . . . we're only a phone call away." I nodded, but then I became aware that she could not see me.

"Yes, mom; love you."

"Love you, too, darling."

     At least I got that done and over with.

     I turned off my iPhone and looked up from the screen; my room had gone from shades of gray to tints of yellow, beautiful actually.

     I sighed as I sat on my bed, not knowing what to do since I wouldn't figure that the boys would be up at this hour; was it then that I heard the alarming noises coming from outside my bedroom.

     Dropping my iPhone on the bed, I sprinted to find the sound and as I slowly approached the scene, I tried to swallow my laughs.

"Well, good morning!" Flour soared through the kitchen as Liam stood up; the powder coated him from head to toe.

     I covered my mouth from further grinning as I took a look at the lad right next to him, who happened to be Louis.

     The substitution for flour was egg yolks as it massaged his usual tousled hair; quite the sight, really.

"Boys, what's with the-"

"Niall, go back upstairs and put some clothes on!"

     I only received a glimpse of the sight, which I have to admit was quite pleasing to the eyes; a pair of hands floated to my eyes and prevented me from gazing at Niall any further until his final steps up the stairs were heard.

"Man, some people need to-"

"Zayn!"

     Wait, it got dark again. Groans - which I suppose were from Zayn himself - filled the room before another pair of legs went up the steps.

     Finally, my eyes were let to wander around the room as I took in the full view; the chandelier hanging from the ceiling swung dangerously, threatening to fall down if someone did not stop it.

"Louis, the-"

     I winced at the impact; it didn't sound good at all.

"Well, there goes thousands of pounds."