"FOOD!" Harry screamed through the apartment. I snored but tilted my head up. "Styles, what are you cooking?" I think loudly and push the door open.
"Food," He repeats as Niall stuffs 3 pounds of bacon into that hole-on-his-face of his. That sounded wrong.
I take a big sniff. "Smells like America."
"Oh my fucking god. Bacon. You shouldn't have, curly." Janie rushes in with her laptop. She sets it on the table and munches on bacon while checking Tumblr.
"They found another picture of Zayn.. and Harry. Gee. Zaarryy!"
Sometimes Janie just forgets that her best friends are the people she's drooling over on Tumblr.

"Oo la la!" She says in satisfaction and nods in Niall's direction. He stops eating for only 1 second. Only 1.
Janie whistles and says, "Paps caught you and Lou walking. Get ready for Twitter hate messages." She says right when Louis walks in.

"That looks like some taasty-"
"Don't go there, Janie." I slam her computer lid down and she pouts like a 1st grader.
I steal some bacon off Louis's plate. He won't mind. Only Niall wrote that we shouldn't take his food in the Code, not any of the other guys.

"Hey. My food."
I give Lou a puppy expression and he gives me one back. Then it turns into a staring contest until Janie gushes, "Article 56, Part C, Page 3,678, do not have staring contests that can turn into make-out sessions."

I punch her in the shoulder as Zayn and Liam walk in. Lara hasn't said a word.

We finish off breakfast and the guys have to leave for a photoshoot.

---

"SO. Girl talk." We sit cross legged in front of the TV.
"Insert makeup, boys, clothes, and bitchy girl stuff here." I quote.

Janie grins.
"So.. kiss scene in a week." Lara wiggles her eyebrows.
"This girl here sucks at kissing." Lara says and Janie points at me and nods.

I find myself blushing.
"Me?" I say innocently.
"Yeah. When you and Jason-"
My expression drops and the color drains out of my face.

"Err.. sorry." Lara says quietly.
It was in the fucking Code. Do not talk about your best friend's ex-relationships unless they wish to speak about it. By yours truly.

Jason is my ex. He is the worst person in the fucking Galaxy. It's not just the bruises. The way he spoke; his words raged with hate. I try to forget him, but I see his snarling expression everywhere.
..Well, except when I'm with the guys, Lara and Janie. And possibly even more Louis from all of them.
THAT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING!

"It's okay." I muster a fake smile.
Lara stays quiet as I recover.
"So, who's playing Blake?" She finally asks.

"i have no idea. But I still need someone to practice to be Blake." I shrug.

That's when the guys come in.
"We're back!" Niall screams.
"Ooh, you only took 2 hours for the photoshoot. New record." Janie clicks her stop watch.
"Whatchya guys doing?!" Louis pokes his head in between us.

I laugh.
"Talking about how nice it was without you guys." I tease and he grins.
They all jump onto the bean bags - we can't afford a couch - and Janie starts talking about fucking everything we discussed. Repeating it until I jab her in the thigh.

Then she continues repeating about Blake and blah blah I need a practice partner and what the -
"I can help you practice," Louis suggests.

Wait.. What?
"Umm.. thanks.."

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