Change My Mind

Chapter 1

**Dylan's P.O.V.**

After a long, tiring day of school work and surfing, I was more than happy to finally be able to change into pajamas and go to sleep.

As my head hit the smooth, cool surface of my pillow, all my stress and worry seemed to vanish away as my eyes lids slowly droop shut. Right as I was about to drift off into the land of dreams, I heard a bang come from my closet, causing me to shoot straight up in my bed.

"OI! Liam, you're elbowing my face!" I heard a voice whisper-yell

"Zayn! Be quiet!" went another.

"Hazza! You're stepping on my foot!"

"Sorry Boobear!"

"AYE, NIALL. DID YOU JUST FART?"

"Hehe, sorry."

At this point, I was shaking with fear. As per usual, my parents had yet to arrive home from work, so here I was, having to deal with multiple people being cooped up in my closet. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, my guitar, and slowly tiptoed towards the closet, making close to no noise.

As I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath, counted to five, then ripped it open, prepared to bash anyone in the head with my 6-string.

When I opened the door, I was expecting to see a few men in black suits, maybe even a few neighborhood kids who were dared to sneak in. What I was not expecting was to see five older boys, who all looked semi-familiar, tangled together in a heap sitting in a pile of unfolded clothes.

"EEP. Are you gunna hit us with your guitar?" The blonde one said, with an adorable Irish accent.

"W-Well, I guess it depends on why your in here. Your not going to kidnap me, are you?" I stutter nervously.

"OH NO! Of course not! We kinda came in through your window to hide from a mob of fans." One of the boys with brown hair said, with a deep British accent of sorts.

"F-Fans? What fans?" I ask. And then it clicks. I look over my shoulder at my music chart, and sure enough there they were, "O-OH! YOU GUYS ARE ONE DIRECTION! That's cool! My little cousin loves you guys!"

"You aren't going to freak out and scream, right?" The curly haired one, Harry I think, said.

"Nope." I say, popping the p and putting my guitar down, "You guys can come out if you want. I'll go downstairs and make some tea."

"Okay!" They say in unison, following out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.

I put a kettle on, and then turned around towards them, "So, what brings ya'll to Cape May?"

"Well, we have a concert in East Rutherford on Sunday, but we came in today, so we have all week off to roam and goof around." Louis says.

"So, today is only Monday; are you staying in Cape May much longer, or are you going to go all around Jersey?" I ask

"Well," Liam says, looking at the other boys, "I think we'll be staying in Cape May for a while."

They all agree with a nod.

I crack a smile, "Okie dokie! Anybody hungry?"

"I AMM!" Niall screeched.

"Haha, okay! Come to think of it, I haven't eating yet! I'll come up with something!" I say, scrambling to search through the fridge for something to cook.

Eventually, after much searching and little effort, I managed to scratch together chicken tacos.

"Hope this is okay!" I say, handing them each a plate of food, "Hopefully, y'all like chicken."

"You say y'all aloy. Are you from the south or something?" Niall asked, his mouth filled with food.

"Niall! Where are your manners?!" Liam screeched, bashing the blonde on the back of the head.

I giggled, "No, no I'm not. But my best friend, Blair, is. I hang out with her a lot, so I picked up on some of the twangs."

"Oh, makes sense!" Zayn said, speaking for the first time.

I couldn't help but sneak glances at the mysterious brit, all throughtout our makeshift dinner.

There as something so intriguing about him; maybe it was his shaggy, raven hair, that was left to hang on his forehead in a organized mess, maybe it was his golden eyes, the color of caramel, that seemed to light up when he smiled, pr maybe it was his tattoos and mismatching earrings.

Once or twice, his eyes caught mine as I stared at him, and I would jolt my vision away, blushing slightly, but slowly, I would look back up at him, shyly, through my eyelashes.

"Ahem," Liam cleared his throat, catching my attention, "Thank you, very much, Dylan, for your hospitality, but we must be leaving. We have to get to a hotel."

"Are you sure?" I ask, "You're more than welcome to stay here! We have plenty of guestrooms, and my parents won't mind. I just, kinda, get, a little bit, lonely sometimes."

"YES!.......I mean, of it's okay." Zayn bellows out at first, before fading out slowly, and blushing a bit.

"Bu-"

Before Liam can even finish his thought, I squeal out a yes, grabbing Zayn and Niall's hands and drag them up to one of our three guestrooms.

"You two can stay here! If you need anything, extra blankets, pillows, let me know!" I giggle, before running downstairs to grab Louis, Harry, and Liam and bringing them to the other two rooms.

"Sleepover!" Louis and I screech in unison.

Oh boy, this outta be fun.

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I give y'all permission to shoot me, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

Song: Home by Phillip Phillips

Love,

Em xx