Chapter 4
"How can you do this?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Do what?"
"Take a complete stranger in. I mean, I could be a killer or something. Maybe I'll end up killing you in your sleep!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.
"You didn't kill us last night, now did you?" Niall smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"That's not what I meant." I muttered, and put my head on the counter top.
"Let's play 20 Questions then. Scarlett edition." Louis chirped, using his arms for 'dramatic effect'.
"Uh, okay." I answered, and lifted my head up.
"Last name?" Liam asked.
"Gates." I replied.
"Birthday?"
"September 13, 1994."
Everybody stopped shooting questions and looked at Niall.
"Did I say something wrong?" I asked, shrinking in my seat.
"No, it's just; you and our little leprechaun have the same birthday." Zayn winked and squeezed Niall's cheek.
"Oh, cool!" I smiled at Niall and he returned it.
"Moving on." Harry mumbled. "Favorite singer?"
"Ed Sheeran." I responded with no hesitation. "He's like my inspiration. I got tickets to one of his concerts, but my father found out and ripped them to shreds."
"Boys, she likes Ed." Louis smirked. "Harry fill her in, won't you?"
"Indeed I will." Harry announced. "Ed and I, we're like this." he crossed his fingers.
"You're lying." I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Now, why would I lie about being friends with Ginger Jesus?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just used to hearing lie after lie that is just sticks." I shrugged. "So, you do actually know him?"
Harry nodded and smiled widely.
"Oh my god!" I squealed. "You have let me meet him! I'll love you more than I already do now!"
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What These Bruises Say ›› n.h
FanfictionScarlett is abused. Abused by the only person she has left. She turns to music to help her enjoy life. But when her father disapproves of her passion, she leaves. Only to run into Niall Horan. Scarlett has never heard of One Direction. So when Niall...
