Chapter 3

Vanessa's Point of View

At 6:30, dinner was ready and I called the boys in to the dining room. The boys came running in and shouting at the top of their lungs, singing "One Thing". I made them all be quiet and asked Liam if he had talked to Paul. He answered, "Yes. He said he'll come over in two days and take us to the recording studio to rehearse our new album." I nodded in understanding and turned towards the rest of the boys. Niall was staring at the food like he was in love with it, so we started to eat. (I had made sure Liam got a fork instead of a spoon.)

"So, what do you want to do tomorrow? We'll have a free fun day, because I don't have to work." I looked around at the boys excitedly, but Harry and Liam looked back with concerned eyes.

"Shouldn't you rest? Your hip is still hurting, right?" Harry asked me, but I looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine. It didn't hurt that bad, and I want to go to the beach tomorrow, even if we can't swim once we get there. It looks really pretty with all the snow." Louis cheered for that and then asked if I had any carrots. I laughed to myself as I got him some, and watched the boys joke around and spill their soup everywhere.

When we finished eating, Liam, Zayn, and Niall attacked the dishes, and Harry looked at the movies I had. We decided on the Karate Kid, and I grabbed us cookies from the kitchen as the movie started. After the first hour, I started to fall asleep on Harry. I snuggled into his chest, he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. In an attempt to wake me up, Louis whispered something to the rest of the boys, and then they all lay on top of Harry and me. Harry was squished on top of me as the weight of four almost full-grown boys sat on him.

"Hey!" He yelled, and the boys laughed, but got up and moved to the other couch.

After The Karate Kid ended, Niall suggested Grease. We sang along to all the songs as loud as we could, until the neighbors complained. We laughed and tried to stay quiet for the rest of the night. It did not stay silent for very long. After Grease ended, the boys headed off to get ready for bed. As I was brushing my teeth, the doorbell rang. Thinking it might be Paul, I threw my toothbrush in the sink, rinsed my mouth, and walked to the door. I saw it wasn't Paul when I opened the door. It was Ryan, my ex-boyfriend. I groaned loudly when I saw him standing there with flowers in his hand.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly. He looked up, with tears in his eyes. Such a drama king. He hadn't been sad or teary when I found him cheating on me with a bleach blonde skinny skank he had found on the street. I had cried over him for three months, but now I'm over it. I don't even know what I saw in him in the first place.

"I want to apologize for being- for being rude and cruel to you. You deserve better, but I-" He started speaking but I interrupted him.

"I don't want to here it!" I shouted. "I don't care if you're sorry, because you weren't sorry six months ago when I caught you with her." He stood there crying, and my heart felt a pang of sorrow; I doubted for a second that he was faking it. Liam and Louis must have heard me yelling from the bathroom, because they walked over.

"What's going on?" Louis asked sleepily, and Ryan's eyes widened.

"You're that slutty you need two guys to rebound from me?" He asked snottily, and my pity for him vanished. Louis and Liam looked outraged, and Ryan immediately regretted his words. I hissed, "Go home," and slammed the door in his face. I turned and ran my hands through my hair.

"Sorry about that guys." Liam smiled and said,

"Why are you sorry? That guy was just a jerk. Who is he, anyway?"

"Ugh, just an ex-boyfriend. We were together for about two years, and then I caught him with some chick, and then he said he was going to leave me anyway. Don't know why he is just now trying to apologize, because it's been six months." I rolled my eyes, and walked back to the bathroom. I finished brushing my teeth, and then went to go say goodnight to all the boys. In Rebecca's old room, Niall and Zayn were having a pillow fight.

"Guys! Get to bed, come on, it's late." I tucked them in like they were my children and turned off the lights. "Goodnight guys!" I whispered to them.

"Night." Said Niall. "Goodnight." Yelled Zayn. I went into Liam, Louis, and Harry's room to see them lying there all in one big bed, asleep. I chuckled and kissed them all on the forehead while saying goodnight.

I went back to my room, and snuggled into my warm bed. I went to sleep thinking about how lucky I was that One Direction were my roomates. I yawned once more, and closed my eyes.

Harry's Point of View

The clock said two in the morning when I needed to pee. Stupid Ramen noodle soup. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard it. A wailing scream coming from Vanessa's room. I bolted towards her room as she screamed again. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find to use as a weapon, a lamp, and burst through the door to find no one but Vanessa. She was shaking with tears down her face, and crying out. I dropped the lamp and ran over to Vanessa. I wiped her tears away and realized that she was asleep.
"Vanessa? Love, wake up. Please, wake up." I found myself tearing up, she looked like she was in so much pain, and I couldn't wake her up. Her eyes flooded as she cried out again, and this time I shook her hard and held her tight as I begged her to wake up. Finally she opened her eyes. When she realized where she was, she burst into tears all over again. I held her close to me and let her cry it out, all the while rubbing her back and comforting her. When she quieted down, she snuggled into my chest and fisted my shirt, then whispered, "Please stay with me." Then she fell asleep, and I stayed with her. After I went to the bathroom.

Okay, weird chapter. Not my best, but it is better than it was before, so... Please Review!