Hello, Mr. Impossible

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Mommyy: Hey boo! How's is it going with the boys? xoxoxo

I smirked at the text and pulled my phone out of my pocket, deciding to text back. The boys weren't back yet, anyways.

Me: Hai! P: Superr gooddd, we've had a lot of fun so far. xx :3

Mommyy: Sounds fun! I heard them on an interview this morning.. ;)

Me: Uh.. Gotta go Mom! No service! Buh bye! Lots of love xx

I responded quickly, knowing she probably wouldn't buy it. God dang it. But then I was gifted with the sound of the front door opening down stairs, and the sound of chatter filling the air.

I turned off my phone quickly and shoved it into my pocket, curling back into a small ball and digging my head into the plush pillow, letting the warmth of the blankets fill me. This was extremely comfy.

"VAS' HAPPENIN' ELLA?!" shouts Zayn from downstairs, his voice echoing up into my room. Shoot, I accidently left my door open!

When they were rewarded with silence, I felt the awkwardness rolling off them like sweat.

"Oh god, Ninja Ella is going to attack us." Bickers Louis.

"Ella? A Ninja?" chuckles Harry.

"She's asian!" rambles Louis.

I hear a crash and a moan of pain.

"What was that for?!" screams Louis, who i'm guessing was slapped, punched, or kicked by one of the other boys.

"Uh, that's a little stereotypical, isn't that Lou? Haven't you ever seen that american show-" Harry starts, but stops.

"Wait - where is Ella, then? She's usually up by now . . ." Zayn starts.

"Probably ran off." I hear Niall say quietly.

"If she's not down here, she's probably still sleeping." Zayn says reassuringly.

My heart goes stone cold in my chest, as if all the blood in my body and completely stopped flowing. I couldn't even move, let alone open my lips to take in air. I started to panic, but realized I could still breath out of my nose. I calmed my body and despretely tried to listen, praying that for once I could have keen hearing.

"Niall, just go into her room. I bet she won't even know we were gone." Harry persuades.

"I can't. What if she's hiding? Humiliated that I kind of like her?" Niall says.

Why did I feel like I was in 5th grade again? It was the suspensful moment when someone tells you they like you. You don't know how to react.

"She likes Liam." Niall says.

"She does not!" hisses Louis, even though I can already hear in his voice that he isn't positive about what he's saying.

"If I go up there, will you stop bugging me?" says Niall bitterly.

"Yes!" they chorus and I hear Niall groan loudly. I wonder where Liam is?

I hear Niall enter the room and I try to relax my body, but i'm completely tense. Niall sit's down on the bed, and it takes everything inside of me to not smile. I can't help it. Then I feel Niall's gentle hand stroking my hair, and messing around with, but not tugging too hard.

I pretend to grunt and flip over a little, stretching out my legs so their resting next to Niall. I fail at opening my eyes as if I just woke up. Niall doesn't seem to notice though.

"Hey, beautiful." smirks Niall, his hand tangled in my rat's nest of hair.

"Hi." I say, mimicing his motions and reaching over, letting my hands run over his soft hair.

"You must like my hair alot." grins Niall.

"Why?" I ask skeptically.

"Last night all you could talk about was my hair." chuckles Niall, quietly.

"Really?" I ask, a bit shocked. Why can't I remember . . .?

"You called me cute, too." adds Niall, who is now giggling.

"Wow. What was I smoking?" I joke, poking him on the forehead.

"Hurtful!" Niall says, his jaw dropping and forming a small, 'o'.

I giggle and sit up, pulling my knee's to my chest and leaning against the bedpost.

"So . . . did you see the interview?" Niall asks, his eyes full of fear. I know how bad I want to say I saw it, tell him everything. Tell him I feel the same way. Not to be embarassed. But for the sake of his nervousness, I shake my head.

"What interview?" I say pathetically. There went my chance . . .

"Oh. Nevermind." Niall says quickly. He looks around at my room awkwardly, while I wrap my hands around my arms. Was there a draft or something?