Myths

Hey, guess what? Having spirits living in your room is kind of an awesome thing.
"God freaking damn!" I shouted as I threw my bag into my room and I heard my door creak.
"What's up, Iva?" Liam asks, rubbing circles into my back as they crowd around me.
"Guy shit." I moan.
"Of course." Zayn sighs but when I shoot him a glare, he quickly says, "I mean, what happened?"
"Devin likes me, but Miranda likes Devin, and Miranda hates me, but I hate Devin, but Miranda has a friend named Ally who hates Devin, so we're friends, but she made him like Devin, so - " I try explaining, but they've wandered off.
"Thanks, dead people!" I shout sarcastically.
"Your welcome, alive person," Harry winks.
"Damn you, curly. Niall, get off the bed!"
"Louis got crumbs on your pillow," Niall remarks and I slam onto the bed.
"I hate you all," I laugh sarcastically - again.
"Hey, what's this?" Louis asks and grabs my book from it's secret shelf.
"Give me that, you maggot!" I yowl and swipe the book away.
"Maggot?"
"Faggot is too mean," I shrug and look at the book. "My spirit book, peasants."
"You can't call me a peasant." Louis points at himself in that sassy way of his.
"I can call you a butterfly for all I care, but I'll throw you out a window if you're being a meanie," I retort and flip up my book.
Harry's staring out a window, Liam is hiding chips from Niall, Louis is playing with my dominos and Zayn is poking around my mirror.
Normal day, huh? It's worse when you wake up to pancakes and have to remember to tell Harry he's hiding and shouldn't be tempting my brother with pancakes.
"Harry, what's up?" I ask, rubbing my left temple as I get up. He flinches as he points downstairs.
"Who's that girl with a key?"
"LIVELY! God damn, get your butts in the closet!" I groan suddenly and shove them in the closet.
"I feel like I'm in the bottle again," Zayn complains.
I open the door a crack and hand him a mirror.
"As if this will -"
"Food, Ivanna?"
"Don't you - Niall," I moan as he swipes away my chips.
"Hey Iva, why's there a hand?!" I hear Lively's horrified question and I slam the door, making Niall yelp.
"What the fuck, Iva!?"
"SHUT UP!" I whisper-scream though gritted teeth and fake a smile, looking at her. "What hand?"
Lively has the key to my house, and quite frankly Max was okay with her visiting all the time. Why? She makes delicious cupcakes.
"Hey, look, a bra - " Harry says and I squeal.
"Harold!" I hiss through the crack.
"My god, Iva. You need to clean this closet. Ivanna Ashmore, what the hell is a -"
"ZAYN!"
"But really - " Louis puts in.
Lively squeaks, her face pale as she bursts open the door.
"You ruined my life!" I growl at them through gritted teeth.
"One Direction!" Lively jumps as she yowls this.

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