Y/N's POV. Louis' birthday.
I woke up to the boys singing the Wake Up song. I rubbed my eyes and as my vision got clearer, I saw that they were circling around me in their pyjamas and sweaters. Niall was holding his guitar, smiling at me. "Good morning, snowflake. how's your sleep?" Niall said, putting the guitar down and letting it lean on the wall.
"Tired as fuck." I replied, reaching for my favorite pillow and hid my face with it. "Give... give me a second... I'll come after you guys..." I heard them walk towards the door and run downstairs, hitting each other, laughing. I heard the door creaking and revealed Niall's wonderful accent.
"Hurry up, Y/N." I threw the pillow beside me and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. What time is it. I turned to my left side and saw that it was eight in the morning. ughh. I took a closer look on my calendar poster and saw that it was December twenty-fourth..
SHIT. IT'S LOUIS' BIRTHDAY. I COMPLETELY FORGOT. I uncovered myself with the blankets and ran in the bathroom inside my room. -The boys decided that they want to stay with me for their winter break because they're gonna miss me when they leave for the tour. That there's no one to laugh with and to make fun of. I'm gonna miss them too. We're back in our apartment in Ireland, By the way.- I opened the faucet and let the water flow. I held my hands to the water and washed my face with my morning soap. I looked at the mirror and smiled. I'm beautiful. All those times I called myself a potato. It will never happen again. I'm beautiful in my own way. I reached for my purple hairbrush and let it slide smoothly on my hair. no tangles, no split ends, no nothing to cause the brush to stop in the middle of my beautiful [color] hair. I took a hair tie and tied my hair into a ponytail. I didn't know why I felt suddenly happy about my life these past couple days.
I went inside my indoor closet and looked for anything to wear. As respect to Louis, I pushed through my hangered shirts and look for my striped sweater. I put it on after I got my red pants in my dresser. I stepped closer at the mirror behind my door. I think I look good enough to go outside.
I put my hand in the doorknob and twisted it. I pulled my door open.The apartment was really quiet. I walked downstairs slowly, trying everything to be quiet. The boys were in the kitchen, preparing for the party. I popped my head on the divider to spy on the boys. As Louis walked near me, he was holding a bag of chips. I attacked him and jumped on his back.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS." We fell to the floor and we started laughing.
"Where's my birthday gift..." I frowned at him.
"I forgot to get you one." He pouted and tried to stand up. I slapped him lightly on the arm. "I was kidding!!" I laughed. "I guess it's Don't-Mess-With-The-Birthday-Boy day?" He didn't say anything, but he responded with a smile. I walked on the opposite side of the counter and hugged Niall from his back while he was cutting the leaves off the strawberry. I kissed him in the neck and left a tiny lovebite. I rested my chin on his shoulder and watched him cut the strawberries.
"Y/N. please, stop giving me hickeys. I have like a million of them by now." Niall sighed. "I can't concentrate, okay? I might cut my finger off if you continue doing that."
"I'm sorry Niall." I let go from him went to the living room to find Zayn sitting by himself, staring at the TV that isn't even on. I sat on the other end of the couch and looked at him. "Zayn?" he looked at me and smiled.
"Hi Y/N." he turned back to the TV and his smile faded away. I scooted closer to him and asked him what was bothering him, what was wrong. "My girlfriend couldn't come today." I looked right into his eyes and knew the first tear was about to fall. I felt sorry about it. I really do. Like her girlfriend has been busy with her modeling career that she hadn't been able to visit Zayn when he's on tour or even when he's on his break.