Forgotten

Broken Glass

Disclaimer: You know already. I wish I owned 1D though :P haha

[A/N: This is dedicated to MsCE14 just because. Thanks. And no worries, Anon will be revealed in this chappie. Though, I think most of y’all already know who it is.

Fact #4: I talk to myself a lot. It might seem weird, but I talk to myself, normally about my stories and fan fictions. Some people say those who talk to themselves end up becoming good authors :D hehe. Anyway, here is Chapter 5: Broken Glass. Enjoy :)]

Kara’s POV

The next day, I dragged my lazy bum out of bed and descended the stairs floor by floor. I was going to wake my house guests one by one.

I went to the sixth floor first; Louis’ I think. Creeping into the bedroom, I saw him lying calmly in bed, like a little angel.

“WAKE UP!” I screamed into his ear.

He jumped about six feet into the air. “Jesus, Kara, who wakes up at this inhumane time of day?”

I checked the wall clock in the room. “It’s only seven in the morning,” I said sweetly. “By the way, you should try out for the Olympics.”

I left the room and went to the fifth floor: Zayn’s floor. I tiptoed into the room and screamed into his ear. All he did was roll over. I did it again, and he did the same thing. Then, I remembered all the mirrors in his room.

“Oh, Zayn, if you don’t wake up I’m gonna break all your mirrors.”

“I’m up,” he said groggily, sitting up suddenly.

“Good boy.” I laughed and headed down to Harry’s floor.

“Harry, wake up, please?” I asked. He was up in no time.

“I’m here,” he said with a toothy grin.

“Thank you.”

I then headed down to Niall’s floor. It was just so… GREEN! I really didn’t understand why. I pulled back the covers, to reveal a very cute sleeping Irish man. “C’mon, Ni,” I said. “Get up.”

“No, Mom, just five more minutes.”

I stifled a laugh. “I’m not your mom.”

“No, I’m not going to bake cookies with you. On second thought…”

Ni got up. “Oh, hey Kara. Are there cookies, by any chance?”

“Sorry, Ni.”

It was left with Liam. But I knew that he was an early riser, so I didn’t bother myself with trying to wake him up. When I got to the kitchen, he was there making pancakes. I grabbed a pancake and stuffed it in my mouth.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with a laugh. “Are the boys up?”

“They’ll be down soon, more or less.”

There was an awkward silence…

“So, about the kiss?” he started.

“Let’s just pretend it never happened, alright?”

“Okay,” he said uncertainly.

Harry’s POV

I had come downstairs, and I was about to enter the kitchen, when I heard Liam and Kara talking.

“They’ll be down soon, more or less,” she said.

“So, about the kiss?” he asked.

“Let’s just pretend it never happened, alright?”