Not A Decision ✓

22. Social

Mackenzie

I had picked out each of the boys clothes for today. It was lots of fun. Creating outfits was a hobby of mine. Especially if it was for other people.

For Louis I had picked a blue shirt with orange stripes, white chinos and to finish it off brown toms. For Harry I picked out a green v shirt, with a black blazer, skinny jeans and green converse. For Zayn I found a red tee, black skinny's, white Nike sneakers and blue/ red varsity jacket and coincidently it had a Z. For Niall I found an aquamarine polo shirt, white skinny's, gray vans and a gray hoodie. Last but not least, Liam. I worked hard to find something for his taste. I found a black and white checkered shirt, red skinny's, and black shoes. Finding clothes for these boys was a work out. Now I had to wake them up.

My first victims would be Liam and Niall. I entered there room quietly placing their clothes on the edge of their beds. I tip toed over Liam's bed. I tapped his shoulder.

"Mmmm. 5 more minutes," Liam said. I rolled my eyes. Wasn't he the one saying that they couldn't be late.

"Liam. If you don't wake up and dress you might end up late to your interview," I whispered in his ear. His eyes shot opened.

"I'm awake. Thank you Kenzie. What time is it?" He got up and stretched.

"It's 9 o' clock. You're welcome," I said. He took a look at me. He smiled.

"Do you need help waking the rest of the lads up?"

"No. No. You go change. I'll take care of that. Hope you like your outfit," I said. Liam took that as cue, he took his clothes and walked into the bathroom. Next was Niall. I walked around Liam's bed and sat on Niall's bed. I nudged him a little. 

"Niall. Wake up." I said.

"I'm sleepy. Let me sleep," Niall said sleepily.

"Okay. If you say so. I just don't know if by the time you wake up there will be any breakfast left. Some delicious bacon-" with that Niall shot up his bed.

"No. Not my food. I'm awake. Where's the food?" Niall smelled the air. He was ready to run towards the smell of food. I grabbed his hand before he could move. I shook my head.

"No food, if you don't change," I told him. He pouted. I let go of his hand. He sighed. He was taking his shirt off and then his pants- boy did this boy love his food.

"Hold your horses. Let me leave then you can strip down," he blushed noticing that he was changing right in front of my eyes. The view wasn't bad at all. What am I saying? I walked out the room. This boy sure loved his food so damn much.

To my next victims. I walked into Harry and Louis' room. Harry was bound to fall of his bed with the way he was sleeping. Half his body hanged of the edge of the bed. Louis was sleeping on his bed, so angelic looking. So now I know that the saying looks can deceive because this boy was only angelic in his sleep. I walked over to Harry. I shook him lightly.

"Harry. Harry wake up. I have clothes for you to change and there's breakfast down stairs," he just turned away from me. Ugh! Really? Okay. I took the sheets of him. He still didn't move. But what I saw ripped the innocence from me. This boy was practically naked. Hadn't I given him clothes to sleep in. All that covered him was a towel.

"Harry get up. Before I flat iron your precious curls," I thanked once more for Sophie's obsession. This boy was getting me mad. Who the hell slept in a towel? Harry got up. I stared at his abs. He worked out.

"I'm up. I'm up. Like what you see love," he smirked. He had caught me staring.

"No," I lied. I handed him his clothes and pushed him off to the bathroom.