*Savannah's P.O.V*
I set the bowls down on the coffee table and pulled out four bottles of soda out of the fridge. The boys had already decided that Louis and Niall were going to go first, then I would play the winner, and each round would go to twenty points. Four minutes into the game, Louis was shouting so loud I think we'll be receiving some calls from the neighbors later today, and Niall was bashing the puck against the steel rims of the table so much I was getting a headache.
"Um, guys?" I half-shouted to be heard over their yells of protest and victory.
"What is it, Sav?" Niall shouted back, scoring another point and doing this weird Irish victory dance.
"Can y'all like, stop being so loud? I'm getting a headache from all your shouting and Niall hitting the puck against the table," I said.
"Sorry, we'll try to be quieter. But we won't make any promises," Louis warned, starting the next round. I rolled my eyes and Harry chuckled. I joined him on the couch, and he moved over.
"Are they always this loud?" I asked as he watched TV.
"Pretty much," he said, shrugging his shoulders. I put my right hand against my throbbing head, feeling it practically swell up. Harry unfortunately saw this.
"Come here," he made me lay down with my head in his lap, much to my protests. He began to rub my head with his larger, cool hands.
"Erm, isn't this kinda strange for someone who just met you yesterday?" I asked, looking up at him. He lightly chuckled and kept massaging.
"Maybe, but in this place, where One Direction lives, nothing here is really strange," he quipped. I laughed.
"Touché, Styles," I said. He smiled, and I was about to speak when Louis interrupted me.
"Whoa! Harry, PDA here!" He exclaimed. My face quickly heated up, and Harry rolled his eyes as I shot up.
"It's Savannah's turn to play against the king of air hockey! But, you seem a little busy there," he teased, and I got up, whispering my thanks to Harry as I went to the opposite end of the table.

"So, let me guess, you won," I said, getting my puck ready. He proudly faced me, brandishing his puck.
"Of course! No one defeats the master!" He declared.
"We'll see about that. . ." I said, starting the first round. The puck bounced off the edge and into Louis' corner of the table. He slowly got it out and made it bounce towards me. His tongue was sticking out in concentration as I easily returned the puck, making it go into my goal.
"You were saying?" I cheekily asked.
"You got lucky that time!" He scoffed. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure. . ." Five minutes and ten points later, Louis was louder than ever, and I was seriously getting a headache. Right now, I was nine points away from winning and Louis was freaking out over almost being beaten. As for the others, well, they weren't helping by shouting encouragements at me. After scoring seven more points, Louis got really desperate. He kept on shooting the puck back at me, and he was flailing everywhere. In the last round, he actually gave me the point by hitting the puck too hard, so thanks to the laws of gravity, it bounced off the rim and into my goal.
"I win!" I happily sang.
"Fine!" Louis huffed, pouting and stomping over to the couch. I went over and sat next to him.
"How come Harry's not playing against anyone?" I asked.
"Because he stinks at air-hockey!" He exclaimed.
"Hey!" Harry protested.
"It's the truth, Harold," Louis stated, grabbing a bottle of Pepsi. I laughed, going over to Harry.

"So, what's next?" I asked. He shrugged.
"We can go outside. There's a park nearby," he suggested.
"I LOVE PARKS!" Louis exclaimed, jumping up, making me leap out of my seat in fright.
"Chiz! Louis William Tomlinson! Quit freaking me out!" I scolded him, getting up while Harry chuckled at our kid-like fight. Louis stuck out his tongue at me and went upstairs. Shaking my head, I followed him with an amused Harry beside me.
"Chiz? Seriously?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow at my unique choice of words.
"Oh shut it. I'm American. What do you expect me to say?" I retorted.
"Feisty one," he mumbled. I laughed.

We had reached the foyer, and I was about to open up the door when someone pushed my hand away.
"Crud, the paps are out there," Louis reported, craning his neck to look out the window. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
"When aren't they here?" He sarcastically asked.
"That's beside the point. If they see Sav, they're gonna go nuts. They could publish articles about you two dating, or even worse. Like I'm cheating on El," he predicted, shuddering at the thought.
"Man, I totally forgot about them. Geez, why can't they get a regular job that doesn't involve stalking people," he muttered the last part to himself, but I could still hear and detect the exasperation in his voice. He regained his composure and turned to me.
"Ok, when we go out there, keep your head down, don't answer any questions, and try to ignore the fans outside. Ok?" He ordered. I nodded, taking a deep breath.