Up All Night (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Five

Five

       “So, this is your room.” Niall says, and he looks around. All the other boys left at some point in the tour of the house, so it’s just him and me. “Niall?” I ask. He looks up and smiles. “Yes?” I smile back. “Thanks.” He blushes. “Anytime.” Then he grabs my hand and says, “Well, ah, dinner’s in forty minutes, so if you’d like to dress in something more…ah, cozy, go ahead.” I nod and say, “Thanks…again.” He just laughs, waves, and walks back down the hall. I close my door so there’s only a crack open, and I hear Niall yell, “Hey guys! I think she likes me! I’m the luckiest guy in the world!” 

       I’ve been blushing a lot lately, and it just happened again. I go head for my bed, and put my suitcase on the floor next to it. One wall of my room is almost complete window, and I can see the beach, and the beautiful sunset. Then, I explore my monstrous room. I gasp-I have my own closet-full of the latest styles! They’re all just so gorgeous, I want to try them all on right now, but instead, I look for something comfortable, like Niall suggested. Like Niall suggested. Ever since I stepped out of bed this morning, everything’s been just so surreal. So, I look around a bit and find some sweats, and head to my bathroom to put them on. 

       I don’t really match, but I feel good wearing this, so I go ahead and walk down to the living room, where Zayn and Liam are watching TV. “Hey!” I say cheerfully and go over to the couches and jump onto one. I always do this at home, so why not do this at my temporary home? Zayn smiles and says, “Hey there, Meghan. You’re looking awfully pretty this evening.” I blush and Liam looks a bit mad. He turns to Zayn and I can see him mouth out the words she’s mine, then he reaches to the coffee table and grabs a handful from the bowl of popcorn. I go ahead and grab some too, since I’m starving.

       The program on TV is very interesting, and when I reach over to get some more popcorn without looking, I don’t realize Liam’s doing the same thing too. My hand brushes his, and I jump. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Liam just smiles. “What’s to be sorry for?” I giggle and sit back, eating popcorn. This is just wonderful.

       All of a sudden, Niall comes bounding in. “HEY EVERYBODY, WHAT DID I MISS?” He yells as he jumps over the coffee table into an empty couch. He pretty much eats the couch, landing face-first and getting a mouthful of leather. I laugh, a lot. He grins, gets up, and sits next to me. “So, Meghan, how have these two been treatin’ ya?” I laugh and reply, “Just fine. Whatcha been up to?” Niall shrugs. “Just normal stuff.” Then he strokes my hair. “You have really…pretty hair.” He whispers, and I get chills. A plate drops to the ground behind us, and I can hear a shatter. “Harry!” Zayn exclaims. “What the hell are you doing?!” I turn around, and behind the couch Niall and I are sitting on, I find Harry, with a rather…serious look on his face. “Uh…Oops.” I get up and volunteer to clean, but the boys refuse. “There’s little pieces of glass, and that’s dangerous!”

       So while the boys clean, and I feel guilty for not being able to help, Louis descends a nearby staircase wearing red pants, but no…shirt. I’m in One Direction Heaven. He screams, “LOOK OUT BELOOW!” And jumps from the middle of the stairs onto the couch I’m currently occupying. He lands in my lap, and I just look down at him curiously. “Louis, did you mean to do that?” I ask with a giggle. “But of course! Are you impressed?” I nod and laugh, and he does what may be the oldest trick in the book-he yawns, and stretches out. While he’s stretching, he puts his arm around me. Boy, if what Niall did made Harry break a plate, this will probably make him break…five plates? Seven? Somewhere around that many. 

       So, now all five boys have flirted with me, but to be honest, Niall has been the sweetest. But they’re probably just doing this to make me feel special, or something. I hear a vibrating, and I move around on the couch a bit. I wiggle, and stick my hand in my back pocket. I grab my phone, and pull it out. My mom’s calling. “Hello?” I say, and I can already tell that my mom is going to embarrass me in front of the boys.

       “Yes, mom, I got here safely.”

       “Yes, mom, I’m doing just fine.”

       “Yes, mom, I will take pictures.”

       “Yes, mom, I’ll make sure to call often.”

I’m about to hang up, when Louis grabs the phone from my hand. “Hey!” I yell, but he ignores me.

       “Hello, is this Meghan’s mother? Oh, it is? Well, this is Louis, and I’d just like for you to know that your daughter is very beautiful, and we’re lucky to have her in the same household as us.”

       Louis laughs. “Yes, okay. Have a good day, ma’am.” He hangs up the phone, and I look at him. “What did she say?” I ask him. He gives a big laugh, then replies saying, “Oh, she just said ‘Wow, Louis TOMLINSON? My daughter loves you, you know. She eats carrots all the time, and wears stripes just for you!’” I blush and say, “That’s not true…” Harry makes this sound deep in his throat, and he sounds like a very angry cat. He hands Liam his broowm, and stomps upstairs, yelling, “I TOLD you all, she’s MINE!” I feel bewildered, and say, “I think I should go talk to him.” Louis nods, and mouths go ahead. I’m glad he understands, and I head upstairs to talk to THE Harry Styles.