I Wish.
Chapter Three; Part One. Gia.♥
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    I heard the guys shuffle around downstairs, knocking things over for what seemed to be hours. Finally, they all settled down. Garrett popped his head in my room, laughed, then sauntered to his own room. I didn't really sleep that night, knowing that the boys were probably spread out all around my house. In the morning, I got up and looked in the mirror. I picked up my makeup from my desk and added a little mascara to my clean eyelashes. I picked up my chap stick and applied a little, pinkining my lips. I left my tight yoga shorts on, and pulled my old Super Man sweatshirt on over my head. I left my hair crazily curly, and put my Ugg hat on over it leaving my hair to fall infront of my right eye. I put on my gray Uggs to keep my feet warm, and I walked out of my room. I walked down the stairs quietly, looking around. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 AM. I walked into the livingroom, noticing Harry asleep next to Louis on the couch, a blanket covering them. Niall was sleeping on the love seat. Liam and Zayn were cuddled up in the big chair. I smiled to myself, turning and walking into the kitchen. The boys were beautiful. Sure, I wanted to come off as someone who wasn't phased by the boys. But I was. The day I had met them, my iPhone case was, well, them. I ran home and changed it ASAP incase they ever saw me again. It was a good thing I did. I reached into the fridge and got out eggs, and bacon. I got out bread, sausage, pancake mix, apples, and blueberries. I set up the coffee, and let it heat up. I stood in the kitchen for what seemed like ages making pancakes, omlets, toast, and everything else. I heard someone in the living room stir slightly, then Harry was standing in the archway to the kitchen, shirtless. He was leaning against the frame. My eyes traveled his chisled body, but I stopped myself. "Uh, hi." I said, snapping his eyes back to my face after they had traveled down my body more than once. "Morning." He smiled, his morning voice oh so sexy. "What are you making?" He asked, walking towards the seats at the island in the kitchen. His accent was more audiable now. "Everything." I answered honestly. "What do you want?" He smirked at me. "Can we start with coffee and a pain killer, my heads driving me crazy." I nodded, pouring him a cup of coffee. "Where are the meds? I'm new to this." I said, smiling at the floor. He pointed to a drawer, and I handed him the medicine. Our hands brushed as I dropped the two pills into his big hand. He swallowed each pill with ease, his lips forming perfectly around his mug. "Can you help me get the plates? They're kind of high up." I asked. Harry stood, and walked over to get the plates. I watched his muscles move with his body as he reached to get the plates. I swallowed, turning my attention to the cooking pancakes. Harry smirked.

    "Something smells AMAZING." Niall shouted, being the first boy to sit down. The guys had all woken up, showered, and were ready to eat. Niall pulled out the chair next to Zayn, and plopped down. Garrett siled up at me. "Having a woman in the house is great!" Simon winked at me. Garret smacked him. "Well, it IS true." Charles piped in. "I think we'll have to come here for breakfast more often, right boys?" Liam cooed. They all nodded in agreement. "I love your jumper, Gia." Lou chuckled. "Reminds me of a very similar shirt I own." I laughed. My eyes drifted to Harry, who was laughing with Louis. Niall patted the seat next to him. "Come sit." I smiled at his blue eyes and walked over. I sat down, knowing that half of the boys were looking at me. I kept my eyes on my plate, which I had stacked with pancakes, and toast. We all ate, and then I attempted to clean up. "Go on, we've got this part." Liam encouraged. Lou nodded. "Thanks, guys." I said, turning to walk out. I walke dup into my room, grabbing my suitcases, and a few boxes that had my belongings in them. I heard a knock on my door. Harry was standing there, with a shirt on this time. "Last night, I fairly remember you asking me to get a box?" I nodded, and pointed to the one on top. He reached up, and grabbed it, setting it down. "My hero." I joked. He stepped closer to me. "I'm great, aren't I?" He smiled down at me. We heard a voice from down the stairs, "Harry! We have to be at a signing in an hour. Hurry up, then!" It was Zayn. Herry's eyes locked on my face. "I'll see you later then, yeah?" He asked, backing out. I nodded, smiling. Everything was finally going good for me. I shut my door and sunk to the gound, pulling out all my jumpers. A paper and picture rolled out of one of the jumpers. I looked at it. It was a letter from my therapist, a picture of my old best friends, and my razor. I pushed it aside, backing up. I moved my other jumpers finding my pills, and hate letters from people, that they left on my locker, and in my bags when I wasn't looking. I felt hot tears spill over my face. 'Not again.' I felt myself urge for my razor. I picked up my phone instead. "Hope you're having fun in London, biittcch. No one miss you. It's kind of like you died. Which is obviously for the better." How could it be going so good, but crumblr so fast? The text was from a blocked number. My crying got harder. I grabbed the razor, and ran into the bathroom.

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