She's Different

"Why are we here again?" Harry asked for the 5th time. I rolled my eyes and pulled the boxes out of the car's trunk. Harry was helping me, along with Liam.

We headed for the elevator which Harry calls 'the lift' and we pushed the button to the new flat
the boys and I will stay in.

"For the sixth time, Harry, this is where we will be staying from now on," I rolled my eyes and
stared at the numbers impatiently. The elevator opened and I already saw Louis and Niall
running around the hall.

I rolled my eyes and just proceeded to the flat where I dropped the boxes down. Harry followed
me and I guess Liam was getting the boys. I walked to the lift and saw it was still on the 9th
floor, I rolled my eyes impatiently.

"Why'd you decided to move along with us?" Harry asked. I rosed a brow at him in annoyance.
"What? I just thought that you're a girl and you're staying with five lads. You could check
yourself on a hotel, though."

"Are you pushing me away, Harold?"

"No, am not. I just..."

The elevator started to open and I made my way inside. Harry stopped for a minute and when
the elevator doors were about to close Harry pushed the button quickly. He then pulled me
(which I wasn't prepared for) then kissed me.

I hurried and kicked him in the nuts leaving him cramping outside. I pushed the close button and
the elevator door closed.

That was terrible. It completely caught me off-guard. Harry was the 'I kissed on the first date'
type of guy everyone was blabbering about. I shrugged and checked my phone. I was about to
call Jason when the elevator doors opened to the lobby. I went to the parking lot to get the last
box and climbed the elevators again.

I opened the apartment's door. The apartment is 6 times bigger than the ordinary rooms in this
building. You see, there are only 2 rooms in the 6th floor. This room and the room across are
the same size occupying the whole building's sixth floor.

"How'd you get this apartment?" Liam was standing near the huge flat screen TV. I walked
passed him and ignored his question.

Luckily, this was already bought by the agency. I settled in my room and opened the curtains.
Oh how I love the view of London. I pushed the secret buttons of my dresser and arranged my
daggers before anyone could see me. I pushed my ring at the edge of the closet and stepped
back as the closet turned around to give me a view of all the weapons I may use. Pins are
here, small cupons which look like cupons but are secretly ninja daggers that are extremely
sharp. I grabbed the Bond Arms Backup from where it was settled and threw it up just to catch
it again making sure it didn't weigh that much for my pocket. I placed it back and decided to
ignore the others and pushed the ring to the other edge to make it disappear.

I heard a knock after the closet went to its original closet form. I walked towards the door and
there was Zayn leaning in the wall in front of me; with crossed arms and a messy hair do.

"Where are our rooms? You forgot to tell us where our rooms will be," Zayn uttered. I rolled my
eyes. Can't they pick for theirselves?

The moon has skipped and now it's the second day of their rest days.

"I think this needs decor," I mumbled as I opened the door to a white room. All white. White
every where. It doesn't even have a bed in the middle.

"Oh! Oh! We could do paint war!!!" Louis hopped and hopped at the same spot while his face
was lighting up like a three year old.

"Yes! Niall and I can buy the paint!" Liam.

"No." too risky. I mean, we just moved to another location because of the ninja guys. Duh.

"Harry and I will buy goggles!" Zayn.

"No." Is it so hard for them to understand?

Curse it. I hate it when Zayn's so hyper and not tired. He can be a bum, I tell you.

"Don't you love me guys? You're planning to leave me with a monster?" Louis sound offended
from the other corner with a teddy bear. Seriously?

"So? Why can't Niall and I buy the paint?" Harry avoided Louis.

"Okay, Liam and I can buy the goggles and you can buy some removal too." Zayn.

"I'll just buy some snacks so that we can eat after the decoratin-" Louis.

"No one is getting out of the apartment and no ones gonna play paint war."

"Are you keeping us in prison!?"

"What the fck?"

"Can't you live a little?"

"You're not only a monsta but also a part pooper!"

"You're killing all the fun!"

They mummbled all at once. I made eye contact to each of them and locked the door before
going inside my room. I sat on the floor and stared at the beautiful view.

"Why the fck is she keeping us here? I need to survive!" Niall.

"Lou, can't you open this lock?" Liam.

"Haz, get me a hammer." Louis.

"Aren't there hair pins where you open them with it? She'll obviously hear the hammer." Zayn.

"What if we've gone out before she hears it?" Harry.

"We can't go invisible, Harry. Besides, we don't have the car keys." Liam.

"We can always run down the street and have a little fun." Louis.

"Yes! After we get mobbed my fans." I could imagine Zayn rolling his eyes.

"Yea, and the paps would be blinding us with all the caps." I could also imagine Niall shrug.

"You guys are expecting the least out of things. Can't you live life and have some fun?" Louis.

"We can run down the street and that party pooper won't catch us cause we then, will get lost in
the crowd," Harry flicked his fingers making a sound.

"That is stupendous," Zayn.

"Is stupendous even a word?" Niall.

I sighed heavily and marched my way to the living room where all the sounds and mumbles
were coming from. I throwed the pillows at them out of annoyance and they all seem to dodge it.
I rolled my eyes.

"How bad do you guys want to play paint war? You're annoying the hell out of me!"

"Does that mean-" I cutt Louis off.

"Yes! And you might want to live right and not annoy me anymore cause I'm getting sick of all of
you!"

"If you're sick at us, you can just leave." Harry muttered, glaring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me," Harry stood up and went to the counter.

I faked a laugh loudly, enough for them to hear ky evil fake laughs. I'm super annoyed. "I wish I
can, Styles. I wish I can!"

"Kim, we've thought about that white room to be our music room," Liam excused.

I didn't want to hear but I might just show a little respect for them to respect me back. I rose a
brow at him signalling him to continue.

"Well, you see, the room is clean white and we'd like to decorate it with a lot of color," Niall.

"And we want to make the decorating fun that's why Louis here decided paint war," Zayn.

They made sense. I looked at Louis who was just sitting in the couch trying to turn the tv on but
then realized that it was the air condition's remote. I rolled my eyes on his stupidity. Harry
walked in the living room with a banana in hand then decided to join Louis.

"Zayn, you're coming with me," I said before walking to my room to get the car keys and a
credit card. I opened the lock and Zayn just followed me.

"Is she going to kill Zayn? I don't want Zayn to die," I hear Louis say. I rolled my eyes before
pulling down the lock. Zayn and I went outside and I decided to lock the doors from this side.

"Are you really that serious?" Zayn asked from behind. I placed the key inside my pocket and
began to walk down the hall.

"Security purposes," I mummbled as we stepped out of the elevator.

--

After buying all the paint, Zayn and I carried them to the flat and there we found all of the white
room's floor covered in newspapers, even the huge aircon on top is already covered. The wires
and also the plugs.

"This is nice."

"You guys were out for almost an hour and we didn't have anything to do since you've locked
us inside," Harry said from behind. I looked at him and rose a brow with a smirk in my face.

I placed the cans down and mixed them. The boys got along with me and made their own
styles. I grabbed some paint brushes from the smallest size to the biggest. They all looked at
me once I got up from my sitting position on the floor.

"What the hell? I thought we're doing a paint war?!" Niall frowned.

"Lets have teams!" Lou jumped and managed to steal the paint brushes from my hands.

"Lets just play as individuals, that way will be way much cool," Zayn said before throwing a
small paint balloon to the top part of the wall. It popped and there revealed violet paint....

"That's cool," Liam mummbled. I threw one at Louis and then at Harry. They both turned to glare
at me while the others laughed. That's where our paint war began.

--

"I'm bored," Liam said from the corner.

"I want to dye my hair," Niall said from the other corner.

"I want to buy a zoo," Louis layed down the couch and then positioned his feet on the couch's
arm.

"Be my guest," I mumbled with sarcasm as I tied my hair to a messy bun.

We've already cleaned ourselves and I was declared the winner, though Louis got sassy about
it. What a sour loser. My plain white shirt is so messed up and my ripped jeans also. Good
thing we didn't wear any slippers when the war began.

"What color would you want to dye your hair, Niall?" Harry asked wipping his curly hair before
putting on a bandana.

"Any suggestions?"

"Violet."


"Green."

"Blue."


"Red."


"Blonde!"

"My hair is already dyed Blonde, Louis," Niall laughed.

"That's not my fault," Louis shrugged.


"Hey, Kim. We haven't take you to a bar right? We can go clubbing!" Liam.

"No. We're not going to a club," I rolled my eyes. Have I mentioned before my hatred for a
crowd of wasted people?

"Then lets go to Abbey Road," Harry suggested.

"No, Abby Road isn't for One Direction."

"But it is for Beatles' Fans," Harry glared.

"Oh yes, and have I mentioned that I am not a fan?" I glared back. I left them and went to the
kitchen. I picked up an apple and sliced it in half before taking a bite. I pulled out my phone and
unlocked it to see a message from Sophia..

From: Sophia

Mission success! Wer r u now? Can I visit?

I rolled my eyes and replied.

To: Sophia

No.

I grabbed another apple before my phone rang to another message.

From: Sophia

Why? :(

I didn't bother to reply. I just rolled my eyes and went back to the living room. I glared at Liam
and Louis playing Niall. Niall was swaying high making some vases fall down. Harry was taping
the whole thing while Zayn decided to dance on the background. What the hell is wrong with
these boys?

"Put Niall down!!" I demanded. They just looked at me for a second with a dizzy Niall before
going back to what they were doing.

I just sat there glaring at them when the doorbell rang. What the heck? I grumped outside
leaving the boys having a twitcam in the corner. I didn't bother to disturb them and ruin the
moment where in they are just sitting on the couch. They weren't annoying nor goofing around
at the moment.

When the door opened, I wasn't able to smile back.

"Hello there, Kim."

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