"Here's the kitchen, and if you look closely, you can see the endangered species Niallarus Horanicus in its natural habitat," Louis giggled.

"Hey! The Niallarus Horanicus has ears!" Niall indignantly shouted.

"The Niallarus Horanicus also has food in his mouth, while he is speaking, grossing out innocent and quite lovely young ladies. One in particular," Louis hinted, after seeing the slightly uncomfortable look on my face.

"Oh. Sorry," Niall mumbled after swallowing what looked to be mush, and turned out to be mashed potatoes.

"No, it's fine, really. I was just wondering... Is there anyway we could skip ahead to the part of the "tour" where you show me where I'm sleeping? I'm a bit tired from the whole time change."

Louis gasped. "How could I have been so inconsiderate? Of course you're tired! Just give me a second to remember where it is."

I patiently stood next to Louis until somebody calls out, "It's next to the bathroom!"

Louis smiled and answered, "Thanks Harry! Although... I don't remember telling you where Taylor was sleeping. Care to tell us how you suddenly know?"

Harry appeared in the doorway of what seemed to be another bedroom wearing nothing but some basketball shorts. This is going to be an interesting job, all right.

"I make it my business to know where pretty girls like Taylor sleep," Harry replied, winking at me. "And by that, I mean I promised Niall I would make him breakfast in the morning if he told me. He did, obviously."

"That's not creepy at all, Harry!" Louis exclaimed. "Oh, and Harry? Put some more clothes on. There's a female in our midst."

"What if she likes what she sees?"

"And what if I want to sleep?" I interjected.

"Oooh, watch out! This one's got some attitude," Zayn smirked as he walked past us.

Suddenly Liam popped up, and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hallway. "It's down here," Liam explained. "If I hadn't intervened... Well, you would've been standing there for quite awhile."

"Somehow, I completely believe that," I laughed.

"To me, it's a wonder you're even still awake. You look dead on your feet."

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically. "I try."

"Here we are," Liam announced.

I stepped in the bedroom and gasped. "No, I can't sleep in here. You gave me the biggest room! There's only one of me, and there's five of you. I can't sleep in here, knowing that you boys are cramped in that other bedroom."

"We're not cramped... Niall's sleeping on the couch, and there's another couch in the other bedroom that I'm taking, and Zayn sleeps anywhere. Harry and Louis are sharing a bed."

"But I can't-"

Just then Niall ran up to me, threw me over his shoulder, and gently tossed me on the bed.

"You are sleeping in here," he commanded. "And that's final."

Harry appeared behind Louis who had followed Liam. "I could share the room with you, if you got lonely."

Louis turned around and grabbed Harry by the arm, leading him out of sight. Niall sighed and followed them out into the hallway. I heard little swatches of conversation. Basically what I heard was Louis telling Harry off for wanting to "ruin my innocence" and that he needed to "grow up and stop acting like..." I'm guessing many words that would make my ancestors roll in their graves were said there, seeing as Louis lowered his voice drastically for a few seconds before sending Harry back in.

"Umm, I apologize for attempting to ruin your innocence, and for being cheeky, uh, and half dressed."

"Apology accepted," I smiled.

Then Louis came in, and dragged Harry out, leaving Liam.

"Well, I guess good night," he awkwardly mumbled.

"Yeah, I guess. Tell the other boys I said good night."

"Don't worry, I will," he said while ducking out if the room. I stepped over to the door and closed it.

Finally, I thought as I collapsed on my bed.

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I was awakened by a great weight crushing me to the mattress. As my brain struggled for consciousness, I pushed the great mass off of the bed. I looked on the floor, and saw Niall, holding his stomach, as if in pain.

"Oh my gosh, Niall, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he wheezed. "Just got the breath knocked out of me by someone who is stronger than she looks."

"Yeah, well, in my defense, I just got tackled by someone who is heavier than he looks."

"Sorry... But I had to wake you up. Harry won't get up to make me breakfast like he promised, so I thought I'd ask you to make breakfast."

"Can't you make it?" I groaned.

"As much as I love to eat, no. I am terrible at cooking."

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Sure. Why not. It's not like I haven't cooked before."

I rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hallway with a wide awake Niall following me, babbling on high speed.

I looked in the refrigerator for eggs and milk, and some assorted veggies and cheese. And on a sudden impulse, bacon. As soon as I found those, I found a pan and greased it, setting it on the stove. I whisked the eggs and added milk, then turned my attention to the vegetables. I took the bell peppers, onions, and bacon. I chopped them up as finely as I could, and looked at the stove to see the eggs were ready. I quickly added the bacon and veggies, and sprinkled cheese on top. I repeated this for each of the boys, and then one for myself.

Niall sat in the kitchen the whole time, watching each and every one of my movements with wide eyes. Finally, he got what I was making. "Omelets!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, management chose the right blogger for the job," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "And six omelets just for me!" I heard, right before cutting him off.

"Keep on dreaming," I said, wishing I still was. "One is for me, and the other four are for the other boys."

Niall sadly looked at the six plates, then brightened as he said, "Then lets go wake up the boys! You go wake up Zayn, and I will handle the other three in that bedroom."

"Okay."

I walked over to Zayn, and gently tapped his arm. Nothing. I pushed his shoulder. Nada. I spoke right in his ear, poked his face, and tickled his sides. Zip, zilch, zero. Finally I sighed and went to the kitchen for a cup of water. Yeah, I went there. I carefully walked over to Zayn, and gently, drip by drip, emptied the glass of water on his face. Still absolutely nothing. By then, I was sure that this guy could sleep through the end of the world, any zombie apocalypses, and a parade made up entirely of elephants and drums.

I groaned in frustration, and ran to the room where the other boys were sleeping, and hopefully awakening. Liam and Louis were stretching as I walked in, with Niall shaking Harry.

He looked up as I came in and grinned. "Hey, Harry, Taylor's in here." At that, Harry bolted straight up and looked around wildly before his eyes settled on my face, which I'm sure was red from embarassment and suppressed laughter. He gave me a cheeky smile and got out of bed, coming over to me and giving me a big hug, which I quickly wrenched myself out of.

"I need some help waking Zayn," I mumbled.

"Have you tried kissing him?" Louis suggested.

"No! And I'm not going to. There has to be some other way."

"I've got one!" Niall shouted. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened an app. He turned up the volume and ran out of the room to the couch where Zayn was sleeping. Niall put his phone speaker right next to Zayn's ear, and pressed something on the screen.

All of a sudden, a trumpet fanfare bursted through out the hotel room. And Zayn's eyes were wide open as he tumbled from the couch to the floor. "What the hell, mate!" Zayn groaned.

"You brought this upon yourself," Niall laughed. "Taylor was trying to wake you up for, like, an hour."
I smiled at Zayn and excused myself to my room to get ready for the day.

And what a long day it would be.

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