I'm sitting at home enjoying the stillness of an empty house and the worry-free attitude of summer vacation. My parents and 3 other siblings were going to be in Florida for the week and since I'm sick, I'm staying home. Just then, someone knocks at my door. I go to open it and do a double take. One Direction is standing in front of me. "Um, hi," I say. "Can I help you?" "Actually, yes," Liam says. Aww, how cute! Daddy Direction in action! "You see those girls?" He points to a group of girls frantically searching for some-OH! They're looking for the guys! All the boys are also focused on how close the girls are, so they don't really notice what I look like. Which is a good thing because I'm wearing my 'sick outfit,' some sweats, a hoodie, a t-shirt, my Aero slippers, and my glasses. My hair is piled into a messy bun on top of my head and I'm wrapped in an old comforter. "Yeah," I say. "I see them." "Well, we're kind of trying to hide from them, so could we, you know, hide out in your house until they leave?" he asks me. They all look at me, waiting for my answer. "Yeah, that's fine. I'm home alone anyways, so there's no one here. Why are you guys here anyway?" I ask as I show them inside. Liam answers. "Managment said we could have all summer off, but we couldn't decide on where to go, so we drew places out of a hat." Daddy Direction again! Then they all pause to get a good look at me. "Holy shit love, are you sick?" Louis asks. "Um, yea, that's why I'm home alone. My mom, dad, brother, and sisters went on a cruise to Hawaii for the week and since I'm sick, they gave me the option of coming with or staying home, and I chose to stay home. Do you want something to eat or drink?" I ask trying to be a good hostess. "You're sick--wait, we never got your name!" Zayn realizes. "I'm Maya... Walters, age 12. And don't worry I know who you guys are," I smirk. "You're a Directioner?" Harry asks. "Yes, yes I am. And yes Niall, you can raid the fridge. I see you looking at it." "But, but, but you're not even facing me! How? What? LADS!" he manages to get out. "I'm psychic," I say acting dead serious. They all look at me dumbfounded and I start laughing. "You guys really believed that! There's a freaking mirror in front of me! I can see everything behind-LOU! No bunny ears!!" Then I start having a coughing fit. "Love, you need to lie down," Harry says. "Ok, ok. But I'm making myself tea first." I walk to the cabinet, grab a mug, and fill it with tap water. As I'm sticking it in the microwave, someone talks from behind me. "What are you doing Maya?" Louis asks. "Making tea, what the hell does it look like?" I say using my best British accent and mocking his comeback on the X-Factor video diaries. They all laugh. I punch 1 minute into the microwave. "No, but seriously, that's how you make tea?" Louis asks. "Yes Lou. Where I come from, tea is water warmed up in the microwave. Then you drop one of these bags in it," I hold up a tea bag, "And let it sit for, like, 20 seconds, and you have tea!" I finish doing jazz hands. "You poor, deprived child," Louis says hugging me. The microwave beeps and I take the cup out and put the tea bag in. I wait for a couple of seconds, then throw the tea bag out and walk to the living room.
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