Chapter 2

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I woke up to the sound of a door bell from downstairs and opened my eyes. I sat up, causing my notebook to slide down. I must have fallen asleep while I was drawing again. I yawned and slowly made my way downstairs to see Jake talking to that Harry kid again, along with a blond. I ignored them and walked into the kitchen to look for breakfast.

"Hello again." A deep voice softly said. I turned around and saw Harry leaning against the table.

"Why are you in my house?" I asked.

"Jake, Niall, and I are gonna hang out here a bit." He answered.

"Wait, Jake didn't tell me. And Niall? Who's Niall?"

"Me." A voice with an Irish accent answered. The blond that was outside was now in my kitchen, followed by Jake. He gave a smile revealing white teeth.

"Jake." I walked over and dragged Jake towards our stairs. "What are they doing here?"

"They came to hang out with me." He answered.

"At 9:00 in the morning?"

"Its not that early."

"Not to you, but it is for me." I argued.

"You're already awake."

"I was planning on going back to bed."

"Just because you aren't social doesn't mean I'm not too." He snapped.


"Besides, I'm your guardian. You listen to me."

"Is everything okay?" The deep voice that I now recognized as Harry's voice asked.

"No." I said.

"Yes." Jake disagreed. "Its fine." I crossed my arms.

"Maybe we should swing by later." Harry suggested walking over to me and wrapping his arm on my shoulders. "Let her get her beauty sleep. Though she doesn't need anymore."

I took his arm off my shoulder and turned back to Jake. "See. Even your friend agrees with me.

"That's just because he thinks you're hot." Jake argued. We both looked at Harry who slipped his hands in his pockets and looked up at the ceiling. I huffed as I realized he was right. "Told you."

"We'll I can't help how hot your sister is!" Harry tried to defend himself. I glared at him.

"Okay, I've heard enough." The blond said walking over to us. "We'll just come back later."

"Thank you." I breathed, walking back upstairs. I fell onto my bed and turned my head to the left, seeing my notebook. I flipped onto my stomach and grabbed my pencil and the notebook. I turned to the next page and started drawing random lines, wondering what to draw.

I glanced up at the sound of my door being opened, seeing Harry standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Your brother wanted me to apologize." He answered.

"For what?"


I sat up as he walked over to me. "Go on."

"I'm sorry for flirting with you." He apologized.

"I forgive you." I replied.

"So, when we come back, want to go out to the movies with all of us?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't go out." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't leave the house. Not since I was 8." I explained.

"Wow, Jake was serious." Harry said. I nodded. "We'll you'll come out sometime. I'll make sure of it."

I shook my head and looked back down at my notebook. "Good luck with that."

"I will!" Harry exclaimed.

"HARRY!" We both looked towards my door as Niall called for Harry.

"I will, trust me!" He said, backing out of my room. I smiled and shook my head, looking back at my paper. Harry was something.

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