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I don't know how long I slept. When I woke, the sun was dipping towards the horizon out my window.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but as I was adjusting my clothes and hair, which had gotten messed up in my sleep, someone knocked on the door.
"What?" I called, eventually shrugging and pulling my hood over my head.
"Supper." Was the reply. I wasn't too sure, but I think it was Zayn's voice coming through the door. I never found out, though, for by the time I had walked over and opened it whoever it had been was gone.
I slowly made my way down the stairs and emerged into the kitchen to find... no one.
Frowning, I had just turned around when I heard a throaty chuckle coming from down the hall.
I walked down the hall and leaned in the doorway, seeing the guys spread out on the couch with a couple pizza boxes in front of them. I crossed my arms and let my gaze sweep over them. Harry, whom had been the one laughing a second ago, must have heard me or something because he turned and patted the empty space next to him. "Pizza?" He asked whilst holding out a slice.
I made a face and sat down in between Zayn and Niall instead, reaching out for the box.
I hadn't had pizza in a long while.
They all just watched me as I grabbed a slice, closed the lid, and held it up to my mouth. I hesitated and pulled the warm, sweet-smelling pizza away from my waiting mouth to frown. "Why are you all... watching me...?" I muttered.
They all seemed to notice and Harry cleared his throat, and the others all muttered something to themselves. I shrugged before taking a bite of the cheesy pizza, trying not to make it seem like it was heavenly.
After all, just as I was taking that heavenly bite, Liam was muttering, "This pizza is the shits."
"Tastes like someone sat on it." Harry agreed.
"Where'd you even get this crap, Haz?" Zayn muttered.
Meanwhile me, sitting here with my mouth open, trying not to look like I was surprised.
Fail on my part.
However, Niall looked the same way.
"What are you guys talking about?!" He cried, "Food is food!" As if to prove his point, he waved a slice of pizza right in my face. The pepperoni slice on it fell and landed right on my cheek, then on my lap. It left a greasy feeling on my face. "You agree with me, right, Mel?"
"Um..." I glanced at the other guys. They were all raising their eyebrows. Zayn looked like he was trying not to laugh. Harry was smirking a little. Liam was just plain skeptical. "Of course." I looked back at Niall and gave him a grin.
"Better than Louis' cooking." Zayn said after a moment, smirking at his bandmate.
Louis just shrugged.
"Zayn, do you have any idea how bad your cooking is?" Harry said.
Zayn gasped in mock surprise, "What?!"
"Well... Actually, it's better than Liam's. So you're good." Harry reconsidered.
Liam rolled his eyes. "Harry... don't even get me started on what you try to make us eat."
I smiled softly. Meanwhile, Niall was on the floor laughing, and even Louis was cracking a smile.
"We can-" Harry started to say, but I cut them all off.
"You guys!" I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation. They all went silent and looked to me. Even Niall stopped laughing to look at me expectantly.
I put my hands down and fiddled with them in my lap. "If you guys hate each other's cooking so much..." I began, but Zayn interrupted me.
"You want to make the food?" He said.
"For us?" Harry scoffed.
"You're already our makeup artist," Liam said, "You don't need to be our personal chef too."
"I'm not saying I should be..." I muttered, "I just think maybe you guys should eat more than crappy pizza every day..."
"I thought you said it was good!" Niall said from my left side.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes... but they obviously don't think so, right?"
They all were silent after that, considering the option. After awhile, I got up and took the empty boxes in my arms. "Well... I guess maybe I'm wrong. You guys scarfed this down."
"Niall ate half of it." Liam pointed out.
"She ate the other half!" Niall argued.
I pfft-ed. "Right." I said sarcastically, though I knew it was kind of true.
Hey, you can't blame me. All I'd been eating was potatoes and chicken and cabbage, mostly. Give me a break.

~

Later, I sat down on the couch once more as Liam was talking about their tour coming up.
He was in the middle of talking about concerts or something when I asked, "When?"
He hesitated before answering, "A month or so."
"And you're talking about it now?" I wondered before he could continue.
Harry gave me a look, "He's like that."
Liam just shot Harry a glare. "Look, it's called planning, right? Anyways. We have an interview tomorrow, too, by the way." He said to me.
I paused. "Right. How early are you going to make me get up?"
"It's at 8. So we should be up at 5."
I groaned, in unison with Niall and Zayn.
"You should probably go to bed, too," Louis said suddenly. I realized all of a sudden that he hadn't said a word since we got back earlier today. "It's almost midnight."
"What about you guys...?" I wondered.
"We have more... planning to do." Harry said, bouncing his eyebrows.
I smiled a little, "Have fun with that." I said to the ground before turning and running, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably, out of the room and up the stairs.

Notes

Yeah this chapter is the shits, I know.
But I'm in a rush, k?
#sorrynotsorry
~MM