"Kylie!" I heard from somewhere above me.

"Go away!" I yelled still half asleep, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Kyliee, ohh Kylieee! Tiiime to waaake uppp." He sung, and I groaned and rolled over, cracking an eye open.

Zayn Malik stood above me in a pair of boxers, singing for me to get up. Yes, One Direction's Zayn. He has been my best friend for as long as I could remember, and when my mom got pregnant, I moved out so the baby could have room. I was 18 at the time, just finished high school and was going to be moving out soon anyway. I moved into Zayn's apartment, which also means the other 4 members of 1D were right down the hall.

I giggled to myself, earning a questioning look from Zayn's brown eyes."Just thinking, how many girls would kill to be woken up by you, shirtless, singing to them? And all I want you to do is leave me the hell alone and get out of my room." I muttered, stretching.

"Ow, that hurts." He said, holding a hand to his heart. I gave him the finger and rolled my eyes.

I stumbled into the bathroom, swinging the door shut. After my shower, I put my hair in a loose side braid and put light makeup on. I walked out with the towel wrapped around, heading to my walk-in closet. Living with One Direction had its perks! I dropped my towel on the floor after closing my main bedroom door. I hummed, walking in the closet. Zayn was hanging upside down with his head on the ground off the cushion, reading a Seventeen magazine with himself on the cover. He looked up right as I noticed him, and I screamed, unsuccessfully using my hands to cover myself.

"Zayn!" I yelled, hiding unsuccessfully behind my hands and a row of sweaters.

"Kylie, c'mon. Don't hide." He smirked, rolling off and sitting on the ground. Zayn and I were just friends, but he really enjoyed embarrassing me.

"What are you guys yelling- AAAHHH!" the one and only Harry Styles. As soon as he opened the closet door, he ran back out.

"Shit!" I cussed. "Zayn, either get out of my room or close your eyes." He sat still, but obediently squeezed his eyes shut. I got dressed in jean shorts and a pink sweater, the closest one to me. When I walked by Zayn to let him know it was okay to open his eyes, I ran my hand through his hair, knowing it would piss him off.

"Don't mess with the hair!" He complained, lightly pushing me out the door. We walked down to the kitchen, which was shared with all the boys.

"Is it true?" Niall asked in his adorable Irish accent, eating a doughnut.

"Is what true?" I asked, confused, as I plopped down on a stool and reached for the box of doughnuts.

"That you guys are finally banging? God knows that Zayn-" Zayn slapped a hand over Niall's mouth, and Louis, Harry, and Liam cracked up.

I'm sure I was bright red, I could feel my face burning up. "No, that's not true! Harry!" I turned toward the Cheshire boy.

He threw his hands up in surrender. "What was I supposed to think? He's in his boxers and you were standing there naked. Not that I'm complaining, but still." He winked, and I rolled my eyes. Being the only girl in the house with 5 guys, 3 single, was hard sometimes. None of them meant it other than to annoy or embarrass me, but they were all flirting or ogling me all the time.

"You weren't even supposed to be there! Neither was Zayn! I got out of the shower and he was draped in the closet reading a Seventeen magazine!" That earned me a glare from Zayn, but a laugh from everyone else.

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