Lily's POV:

A grand staircase was at the main entrance, with a crystal chandelier hanging over the room. Off to the side was a mud room, with a bench and cubbies, with hangers overhead. The other side was a living room with an enormous movie-theater sized TV. Beyond the living room was a fantastic kitchen with newly paved granite and bamboo wood cabinets. I was still in the exact same spot, just leaning forward to get a glimpse of this fairytale house, but something stopped me. I realized six pairs of eyes were staring curiously at my wonder-struckface. I blushed deeply, and starred at my dirty, green converse.

"Don't be ashamed, love, this is your new home," Louis said, smiling.

"I don't deserve any of this." I mumbled

"Yes you do," Niall said, "you've been through one of the worst things that could happen." Everyone nodded and smiled down at me, I felt so out of place. Then I remembered, I'm not supposed to know One Direction, am I doing anything wrong? I immediately put on my innocent face and asked:

"But I don't understand, how could you afford this lovely house and my first class plane ticket to London?" All the boys exchanged nervous glances glances and Eleanor quickly replied:

"We all have very good paying jobs and we all chipped in." I raised an eyebrow but decided to let it go.

"Um, could I see my room?" Harry opened his mouth and said:

"I'm the only one who know where it is, I'll show her, you guys can leave."

"Harry, where's our room?" Louis asked, hugging Eleanor by his side.

"Second floor, to the right." Harry then grabbed my hand and pulled me up stairs while introducing himself as Harry Styles. Like Eleanor, he waited a bit to see if I recognized him. So, I put out my hand and introduced myself to make it seem like I had no idea that millions of girls died over his curly hair, green eyes, and dimples. He smiled and continued to lead me up the staircase passed the second and third floor. At the fourth, there was no hallway, just a gigantic, very pink room.

"I didn't know what colors you liked so I chose pink to be safe." I laughed at this comment, knowing that many girls hate pink. The room had fat pink and white stripes on the walls, a white king-sized bed with a pink roses comforter, and a large bounty of pink and white pillows. There was one, huge window on the opposite side of the bed, with a pink couch below. On one side of the room there was a mirror covering the entire wall with light bulbs bordering the mirror, like in the theaters. On the other side of the room there were two doors, one with an equally pink bathroom and the other a completely empty closet.

The room also had an assortment of modern pink (of course) and white light fixtures. There was also many empty picture frames that would soon be filled with pictures of my old family. But one picture frame was already occupied with Louis and Eleanor, it was on a nightstand next to the luscious bed. I turned around, finished looking at everything and looked at Harry, smiling.

"You did this all?"

"Yeah," I walked up to him and flung my arms around his waist (I couldn't reach his neck).

"Thank you so much."