New beginnings

We’re settled on the couch, and Niall is asleep on me.
We just watched all three toy stories, and it’s one am. I fell asleep in the middle of the second movie, but I think Liam stayed up for all three. He’s obsessed with those movies.
I’d never seen them, so it was pretty interesting. Liam was really excited about the movies. I wonder why he likes them so much?
Everyone is positioned around the couch, slumped on eachother. I, however, don’t want to wake up with a crick in my neck, so I go into my room.
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After 2 hours of trying to sleep, I finally give up. I have always been somewhat of an insomniac. I’m thirsty anyways, so I go to get a glass of water.
When I walk into the kitchen, though, I’m shocked.
Is that…Louis? And Harry? Kissing?!
I clear my throat loudly, and they instantly pull away.
“Uh…s-sorry…” sputters Harry, red-faced.
“Are you guys…gay?” I ask, giggling at their expressions.
“Relax. I don’t care.” I say, still laughing at them.
“Yeah…ever since x-factor…” Louis admits.
I get a glass of water and say goodnight to them before going back to my room.
After that, I still can’t sleep. I would read, but I don’t have any books with me. Instead, I decide to organize my clothing again.
Eventually, that gets really boring, so I just turn the TV on and watch random shows until the sun rises.
Harry knocks on my door at 9 am and tells me that breakfast is ready. He still won’t look me in the eye, which I find to be quite amusing.
“When did you go to bed?” Liam asks me as I join them at the table.
“I didn’t.” I state simply.
“You stayed up all night?” he asks. I nod in reply.
“I think Louis and Harry did too…” I say mysteriously. Liam gives me a strange look.
“How would you know?”
I giggle before replying.
“Oh, you know. Just came in to get some water at about one in the morning and found them snogging the faces off of eachother.”
Louis’ face turns a dark crimson color. Harry looks at the floor, and we all burst out in hysterics.
Niall starts choking on his waffle and we have to whack him on the back a few times before he can breathe again. Every time the laughter starts to die down, we all look around at eachother and start giggling like children again.
We stop and look at Harry and Louis. Both of them look like they could drop dead from embarrassment.
“Violet!” Louis whines. “Why’d you tell them?”
“Sorry not sorry!” I retort.
This is the closest I’ve had to a family in a long time.

Notes

like i said- its pretty bad. I had writers block, sorry :(