Ashelynn,

Went out to do some business. I'll be back whenever I can get back. Stay out of trouble. Please.

-Harry

I wake up, Harry's gone and the note lays on the pillow next to me. I stretch and get out of bed, going to my closet. I grab some clothes and get dressed. I brush my hair and put a little makeup on. I go out to the kitchen and grab a bowl of cereal. Eating the cereal, I walk over to the couch and sit down, turning the tv on. The boys probably went to work by now.

By work I mean, the studio. I'm not sure where Shae ever went. She probably went home by now, if she even stayed. It is so hard living with 4 guys. Well, 3. Liam doesnt count as a guy. He's just, Liam. He actually has manners and can keep a room clean. Unlike the rest of them, especially Lou. Jesus Christ that kid is going to be the death of me. I went in his room last week and I swear one of the shirts on the floor hissed at me. Yep. That's how bad it is.

"Ash! Are you awake yet?" I hear an Irish voice yell through the house.

I get up and turn around, seeing Niall standing there.

"You're back already?" I ask.

"Nope. I'm a pigment of your imagination." He jokes.

"Interesting. Now what do you want?" I ask.

"Geez. I just wanted to hang out with you by I can tell its your time of the month." He says, walking into the kitchen.

"Is not." I whine, putting my bowl in the sink.

"You just wasted all that milk. Why do you and Liam eat cereal with a fork?" He asks.

"Because we don't like spoons. and he doesn't eat it with a fork. He eats has the milk and cereal in separate containers." I shrug.

"You freaks." He laughs.

"You're just jealous." I say, smiling.

"Yea. Total jealousy of freaks who don't like spoons." He says, scrunching his eyebrows.

"Why do I hang out with people with accents when I live in America? I swear, I'm friends with more foreign people than American's." I state randomly.

"You chose to be friends with us." He shrugs.

"Yea? Well, you chose to be friends with a 'freak while doesnt like spoons' and that's your own fault." I say, sitting back down on the couch.

"Remember when we first met?" He laughs.

*Flashback* July 6th 2011

"Dad! Ready to go?" I yell grabbing my suitcase and loading it into the truck.

We're on our way to the annual fourth of July powwow. Yes, I know its not the fourth. It lasts for a few days. (A/N For those of you who dont know what a powwow is, its a Native American festival. We have our own dances that we perform. Yes, I am actually Native American. Eastern Cherokee. That's where this story takes place, Cherokee, North Carolina and yes I have been there, multiple times. Any more info? Look it up.) So now were headed down for the last day of competition. I think I have a pretty good chance of winning. I have been dancing ever since I could walk. What can I say? It comes with the ind'n blood.

"Yea. Im coming. Im coming." He says, rushing to the truck.

We get in and make our way to the ceremonial grounds. We get out and get dressed in our regalias (A/N again....a regalia is the outfit we use to dance in. Theres different styles they're not all the same. I'm a jingle dancer. Look it up.) It takes me about an hour to get everything on. After we get dressed we grab our chairs and make our way out there. We get a place in the shade and wait for it to start. Once it starts they call my dads style, grass. He goes in and does a great job, of course. Then its my turn.

Oh god. Please don't mess up. Don't mess up. Don't step over. Oh god, don't step over.

"You're gonna do great." My dad pats my back.

I make my way out to the field and see a bunch of other jingle dancers. I've seen a few of them around. A few are good. The rest, I don't know.

The drum beat starts and I just let myself go. I dance straight from my heart and hit every honour beat perfectly. I put some of my own moves in there, sure to impress the judges. When the end comes, I stop right on beat. I sigh in relief as they take our numbers and dismiss us.

"You did amazing. You definitely got that native blood." My dad says proudly.

"Now its time for an intertribal! You all know what that means! Everybody get out there and dance. Even you young man in the blue striped shirt and red pants! Come out here and dance with our dancers!" The arena director says into the Mic. He always messes with people.

I'm tempted to see who he was talking about though. I look around as I walk into the arena and see the only kid with bright red skinny jeans on. He drags a couple of his friends out too.

I just walk around the circle a couple times and then I feel someone walking behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see the red pants kid an analyzing my dress.

"You did a great job earlier." He says. Woah, he's from England.

"Thanks. I try my best." I say, flipping the nonexistent hair on my shoulders. Its in two braids and wrapped in hair wraps so it's not really possible.

Woah. Hold your horses.

I look back at his friends and stop in my tracks for a second.

Holy mother of God! They're famous. That's Louis Tomlinson and the rest of One Direction.

"I'm guessing you just realized who I am." He says, chuckling.

"Yup." I say, acting cool.

"Well, you're acting oddly chill about it." He says, looking at the rest of them.

"I guess that's just how I roll." I say, acting gangster.

"You're cool. How long is this thing? Maybe we can hang out later?" He suggests.

"Well, I can leave around 5ish." I say.

"Alright we'll probably stay then." He says, looking at the rest. They nod in approval.

"Is there any food around here?" Niall speaks up as we all laugh.

I take them to get some food from the best place here when I have a few minutes to spare.

"I think we're gonna be great friends." Zayn says after we chat a while.

*End of flashback*

"The first words I heard from you were 'is there any food around here?' No Niall, we don't eat." I say, sarcastically.

"Well you knew the place better." He says, shrugging.

"You know, I never did find out what you guys were doing here then. Like why the hell did you come here of all places?" I ask, curiously.

"I think-I think we just decided to come here for some reason. I don't know. It sounded like an interesting place so we decided to take a trip." He says.

"Well you're lucky you did, or else you wouldn't have met this awesome person." I say, pointing to myself.

"True." He nods in agreement.

"Hey Ash." He smiles, looking at me with that look.

"No. I'm not doing anything for you." I state, walking away only to be grabbed by the arm.

"Please? You make the best sandwiches." He begs.

"Ugh. You're so needy." I whine, grabbing everything I need to make him a sandwich.

"Cool story love. Now make me a sandwich." He says, walking to the couch.

"And what if I dont?" I sass.

"Woman! Make me a damn sandwich!" He says.

"Why don't you love me anymore?" I yell.

"I love you more than anything! If you make me a sandwich." He yells back.

This is a daily routine for us. We scream at each other from across the house.

I smile and make his sandwich. I hop over the counter, too lazy to walk around. I hand him his sandwich and slump into the couch beside him. He takes a bite, making moaning noises.

"Dude, your eating a sandwich. Not having sex with Kate Upton." I say.

"Why do you always do that?" He asks, after he swallows

"Do what?" I ask.

"That." He replies.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask in total confusion.

"Scrunch your nose and eyebrows whenever you get confused or grossed out." He says.

"I do that?" I ask, confused.

"Yea and also, when you think hard, you always look up. Like way far up, kinda like your looking at your brain for the answer." He laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"Yea. Its weird." He says.

"Okay then."

"Anyway, when are the others getting home?" I ask.

"Around five or six." He says.

"How come you got to come home so early?" I ask.

"Cause I already recorded all my solos and stuff for the new album." He says.

"Oh. When do I get to hear it?" I ask, turning to him.

"When it comes out." He teases.

"Psh. Yea right, I'm not waiting that long! And I'm not paying any damn money for your album! I already pay too much for food when you eat it all." I say.

"Hey, I don't eat that much." He whines.

"Uh, Niall, I filled up the cabinets three days ago and all the food is gone already." I say.

"Okay, maybe I eat more than the others." He says.

"They haven't had anything from the cabinets. I had one bowl of cereal." I say.

"Oops?" He shrugs. I just shake my head and walk to my room.

"I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up at four." He says.

"Thats not a nap Niall. That's five hours of sleep." I say.

"Okay whatever. I like sleep. Goodnight." He smiles and walks into his room, closing the door behind him. Strange child.

Notes

Hey! Here's another chapter :) please vote and comment! Also, I wrote a one-shot called Split Second so go check it out! Don't forget my other stories Stranded and Saved by Liam Payne. Go vote and comment how much you love or hate them!