Twisted Minds [h.s]

T W E N T Y E I G H T

"What's on the TV?" Louis asks me as he emerges from the little music room.

I was sat on the couch with my legs crossed, eating a small tub of yoghurt while watching whatever pops up on the screen.

I'm starting to gradually feel a little more comfortable around the boys. Yes, they still can scare the fuck out of me. And yes, they most definitely are not my friends, but after coming to the conclusion that I'm not going anywhere, I've decided I have nothing left to do except just try to be comfortable here. It's the only way I'll get through.

"Nothing interesting." I mumble, filling my mouth with a spoonful of the vanilla goodness.

He sighs and comes towards me, plopping down on the couch next to me.

I look at him and shift a little awkwardly before I turn to face the TV again.

"Heard that Harry taught you how to use a gun, ay?" He throws his arms over the back of the couch and I swallow lightly.

"Uh, Yeah." I mutter quietly.

I've never really spoken to Louis that much. Only a couple times and either time he's either been a smartass or been very kept to himself. He has absolutely no in between.

"Wanna learn how to use a knife?" He questions me, and my eyes widen slightly as I turn my head towards him.

"What?" I knit my eyebrows together and he chuckles.

"I'll show you how to stab someone." A devious grin creeps onto his lips and I shake my head.

"No. No, I'm good thanks." I decline uncomfortably, standing to my feet.

"Louis, what are you doing to my poor doll?" Harry comes out of the music room, towards us with a smirk on his face and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not your doll." I bluntly state, leaving the living room and going into the kitchen only a few steps away.

"Sure." I hear Harry murmur like a smartass.

Ignoring him, I open the bin and put the yoghurt container in it before throwing the spoon in the sink.

Niall is the next one to come out of the room and when he does, a smile instantly crawls onto both of our lips when we catch eachothers gaze.

Why does he give me butterflies?

"Hey Soph." He walks through the living room, towards the staircase, nudging his head in the direction he's going.

I nod my head and follow him, catching his signal.

We walk up the stairs in silence before reaching the second floor.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a sec." He mentions quietly, turning to face me for a second before continuing to walk forward.

Oh god.

I hate when people do this. It's so nerve racking, what the fuck.

He directs us into his bedroom and I follow aimlessly along. Once we're stood in his bedroom, he leaves the door open and pulls me around the corner so we're out of sight from the hallway outside.

"Sophie." He breathes out lightly as he stands only inches away from me.

I swallow, widening my eyes a little.