Luna’s POV

“Niall, why can’t you just do it?.... Yeah but she’s your girlfriend.” I sigh and roll over with my eyes still shut. I can hear Harry whispering about me to Niall, but I can’t hear what Niall is whispering back. “Ni, she’s been in bed since yesterday. Just go get her to eat something…. Fine.” Oh, okay. He’s worried.

I hear the door open followed by feeling the bottom corner of the bed sink down. I roll over and try to ignore either Niall or Harry who’s on my bed. I don’t know who it is, but it’s either Niall or Harry. My money’s on Harry because Niall has already tried to get me out of bed.

“Luna, I know you’re awake. Can you just talk to me?” Hah, I was right. It’s a british voice. If we had a bet going right now, you’d owe me money.

“Harold, I don’t want to talk”, I grumble.

He sighed and flopped down on the bed next to me. “Then can I just lay here with you? And if you get hungry, tell me and we’ll order whatever food you want from room service.” He gets nice and comfy with me and now we’re cuddling.

Harry is my best friend (besides Niall of course). We talk all the time about the stupid stuff. I just fill him in on the past 21 years of my life and he fills me on the past 22 of his. After Ireland we’ll tour through England and I’ll meet the rest of the other guys’ families. Harry has told me about his mom, Anne and his sister, Gemma. He loves them and he talks about them non-stop.

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“Luna, I’m starving and we’ve watched like, 7 ‘Friends’ re-runs”, he talks as he stretches his arms out, “Can we pleeease just order some room service?”

“Fine, Harry. But I told you already, I’m not hungry.” I sigh. He flashes a smile showing off his dimples and bounces up to the night table to look at the room service menu. He calls the number and orders enough food for an army.

Two more episodes of “Friends” later there’s a knock on the door, “Room service!” she says in a way too cheerful voice. I move to stand up and get the door, but Harry beats me to it. K, I’m just gonna chill back here. I probably look like shit, I haven’t looked in a mirror all day.

The door opens and I hear a huge gasp. Damn, it sounds like she just witnessed someone dying. “Oh. My. God. Harry. Styles.” she says obviously in that “so-excited-but-trying-now-to-scream-or-cry” voice. Oh. Okay. It’s just Harry. I guess I should just hang back, I don’t think I’m in the right mental state to be meeting fans. Sorry, honey!

“Thank you very much, love.” Harry says as he closes the door. “Phew, she’s a very happy person.” He walks back in with three huge bags of food.

“Ohmygosh, Harry! Why did you get so much food?” I say laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Why is this so funny to me? I honestly don’t even know.

“Neither of us have eaten today! Aren’t you hungry?”, he says with an innocent smile.

“No!” I say still laughing. Well, I haven’t laughed this much in awhile. Again, why do I find this so funny? “Seriously, how are we supposed to eat all of this? Nialler isn’t here to eat all of this” I tell him as he pulls out the food from the bags. We have mac n cheese, ice cream, brownies, sandwiches, soup, waffles, and one tiny garden salad.

“We could always ask the rest of the guys if they wanna come over and have something?” he says carefully, “Well actually, Niall has to go on another date with Christina while we’re still in LA. I’m not sure if you knew that or not, I just figur-”“No, I didn’t know that, but it’s okay. Why don’t we invite Li and Louis over here for more ‘Friends’ re-runs and food?” I try to change the subject.

“Of course, I’ll just go get them. I think they’re in Niall’s room.”, I nod and Harry leaves.

Yikes, I probably look like a mess. I haven’t actually gotten up today to look in a mirror. I should probably do that. As I get up from my bed, I trip on my shoes because of course I do and head straight to the bathroom. I don’t have any makeup because I’m in Harry’s room, but I should definitely wash my face.

I can hear the door open as I finish up. I quickly brush my hair and see Harry, Louis, and Liam walking into the room.

“Hey, Luna! How are you doing?”, Liam says with a sympathetic smile. Why is he giving me that face? What did I do?

Oh wait, nevermind. My sister passed away yesterday. That’s why he’s being sympathetic. I don’t like this sympathy. How do you respond to this?“Oh I’m okay. Um, how are you?” Wow, that was smooth. Great, Luna, just great.

“I’m good”, he chuckles.

“Okay, Harry here bought a shit load of food and I still want to finish this season of ‘Friends’ so let’s get going.” I try to change the subject. I lead the way to the hotel beds and the night table with all the food on it. I wrap one of the soft sheets around me like a burrito. I wish I had a burrito right now so I could eat it inside my blanket burrito. That would be wonderful.

“Damn, Harry. Why’d you get so much food?” Louis stops and says as he looks between the food and Harry.

“We haven’t eaten all day! I figured Luna would be hungry…” Harry says looking at me hopefully. I just raise my eyebrows and give him a fake smile. I actually am kinda hungry. I don’t want real food though. Ice cream sounds good.

“Well, you’re kinda right”, I say taking a pint of chocolate peanut butter ice cream and a single spoon. Even though I got sick yesterday, I haven’t gotten sick today and I’m feeling a bit better. Thank goodness.

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Louis and I are on one bed and Liam and Harry are on the other.I think Louis fell asleep two episodes ago. We finished the season of “Friends” awhile ago and wwe moved onto another season. And yes, I finished the pint of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. It’s my favorite.

There are three knocks at the door. “I’ve got it”, I say to Harry and Liam because Louis obviously isn’t getting up. I open the door to see the two blue eyes that always seem to bring a smile to my face.

“Hey, love”, he says with a smile as he hands me a bouquet of roses. Awh, he melts my heart.

“Awh, thank you!” I pull him into a hug, “I love you so much.” I whisper into his ear.

“I love you too” he says back. Those words never fail to bring butterflies to my stomach. I grab his hand and drag him into the room.

“How was your ‘date’?”, I say giggling. I’m not mad that he has to go on these stupid dates. I’ve thought about it and as stupid as it sounds, I think this is what’s gonna be best for our relationship in the long-run. Wow, we have a weird relationship.

“Don’t even get me started”, he says rolling his eyes, “How was your night?”

“I ate a pint of ice cream, watched countless episodes of ‘Friends’, and haven’t gotten out of bed. So yeah, it was pretty great.” He laughs at me, even though I’m completely honest and serious.

“Come on, love. Let’s go back to our room”, he says and then his face lights up, “We’re going to Ireland tomorrow!!” And I don’t think I’ve ever seen Niall that happy. Not ever.

Oh my gosh. We’re going to Ireland tomorrow afternoon. And the day after that I have to meet his parents.Oh lord….

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Notes

wow cute.

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