The Wish List {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter Eleven - The City and New Friends

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Ivy's point of view.

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You're just a small bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life.

might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes. 

Ed Sheeran mornings. Quite the best way to wake up.

Stretching my arms out to the sides, I blindly searched for the wall besides me to pull the blinds closed. But there was no wall next to me; only air. My eyes flew open, waiting for my purple bedroom walls to fill my sight. 

Yaaawnn... 

Why didn't my alarm go off?

Where's my... What is this room?!

Where am I!? What -

Oh.

My eyes looked around the room. Not home - Liam's room. Well, mine now. I squinted at the window behind to me, streaking in sunlight and reminding me that I had to get up sometime. "Let me be," I cried to the sun. "I can stay here forever."

But you can't, the sun rays cheerfully sang, as the danced around the room. You must get up.

I swung my legs out of the white duvet and felt around for my Ugg slippers I had left on the floor that night. Sliding them on, I rubbed at my eyes, pulling myself out of bed. Sending a quick text to Tessa, I awkwardly approached my dresser. 

Usually I'd know what I'd be doing that day - babysitting the twins next door at the pool, mall with Tessa, a date between me and ten pounds of chocolate - but I had no clue what the day had instore. What would I be doing today? Before I could even come up with the slightest idea, my nose caught a scent.

Cinnamon. Icing. Food.

My stomach yelled in anger. I had eaten last night, hadn't I? My mind then replayed the fight Zayn and I had had last night. Well, it wasn't even technically a fight - it was a few harsh words, angry expressions. Did I really want to go out there and face that again?

Yes you do, my stomach answered. Food is out there. Before I could protest back, my door was being flung open and a boy stood in the open way. Niall. I found myself sighing in what seemed like relief.

"BREAK-faast, oh you're not ready yet," the blonde asked. Unlike of any other teenage girl, I chose to focus on the wafting smell of the breakfast past the door that was now flooding my room, instead of the oversized white shirt showing Niall's collarbone and shoulder muscles. He looked great, rocking the morning look - I cringed, thinking of my own apperance.

"I"ll... be out in a sec," I said, and Niall nodded.

"Hurry, 'cause uh, we lads have a bit of an appetite!" And with that, he was gone. My stomach chanted for throwing on sweats and a tshirt and bolting for the food that awaited, but my brain won the debate - I needed to look decent.

Tight, gray crop top and high-waisted, army-printed shorts. Black combat boots and black eyeliner. Long, golden necklace and stud earrings. Hair in sloppy bun.

Ready. Glancing at my phone, I saw the time - 8:05.

Pushing out the door, I was welcomed by four smiling boys and the scent of - nothing. I looked around. Empty containers. I hadn't even been five minutes!

"Sorry Ivy," Niall blushed. Harry laughed, and Louis smacked him, while Liam just smiled at me apologetically. Before he could utter a sound, a swift swinging noise of a door and someone walking past me interupted.