I'm sorry it's so horribly short, but I really wanted to update tonight. Don't hate me. Xx

Liam raised his eyebrows. "Fun night? Or should I say morning?"

Niall groaned, threw a pillow at him, and flipped over onto his face.

I leaned over him and smiled at the boys. "Morning, guys. This isn't exactly my fault. If four idiots hadn't decided to let me watch a horror movie last night, I'd be in my own bunk right now." I scowled directly at Louis.

Harry raised his hands in defense. "You said you wanted to watch it! We asked; we gave you the chance to say 'no', but you didn't, so that's on your head." With that, he walked out of the room.

Liam rolled his eyes, came over, and stood on the bunk under Niall's. Grabbing Niall's arm, he tried to pull him off the bunk. "No..." Niall groaned, struggling to fall back asleep. Louis joined in on trying to wake him up.

"Get up, mate, or Harry will eat all of breakfast!" Lou said with an evil grin.

"Breakfast?!" Niall shot out of the bed like a bullet and was out of the room in seconds; record time.

Liam smiled sheepishly at me before offering his hand.

I smiled back and took it gratefully, letting him help me off the bunk.

"You know Niall fancies you, right?" He said once I was on the ground. Lou and Zayn had left after Niall.

Still groggy, I just stared at him, confused. He grinned at me and ran into the kitchen with the others, but not before calling over his shoulder, "Don't tell him I told you that!" There was no chance of that; I was still too tired to properly digest what exactly he had said to me. Something that involved Niall and fancy things.

Shrugging it off, I decided to head to where everyone else was - the kitchen.

The kitchen - the room I quickly learned was the chaos room. I should've known it'd be the kitchen, what with there being five teenage boys... (Don't tell Louis I called him a teenager.)

The kitchen was a small room with not much it is, (which I'm sure was a disappointment for Niall. He thinks the kitchen should be the largest room.). It consisted only of a long-ish table, a sink, small refrigerator, and a stove/oven.

Zayn and Harry were shouting at each other about who-knows-what, Liam and Louis were arguing over the stove, and Niall was quite literally stuffing his face with a plate full of food. Not surprisingly, he was the only one who noticed when I walked in. He took a break from his food for a moment to grin at me before giving it his undivided attention once again.

Smiling, I just shook my head at him. Looking back at the other boys, though, I sighed, realizing that I would have to get breakfast the hard way: waiting until someone notices me and offers to make me something. Yes, waiting is difficult for me. I've found out that I don't have much patience. Normally, when I wake up, someone has already made me breakfast, though they never tell me who.

I took a seat across from Niall, placing my head in my hands to watch him. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at me nervously. When I smiled at him, he just shrugged and continued eating.

I had almost fallen asleep again by the time Lou noticed me.

"I was here f-" Cue the moment when my brother finally notices my presence in the room. "Oh; hey, Cassie!" He grinned widely at me. "How long have you been sitting there without breakfast?" He asked, grin turning into a frown quickly.

I shrugged and pouted.

He scowled. "Not okay! Why didn't anyone else get her breakfast?!" He asked angrily, turning to the rest of the boys, efficiently breaking Harry and Zayn's argument. Zayn raised his hands in defense.

"Niall normally does it." Liam and Harry were silent. Niall froze.

Louis sighed harshly, before grinning at me and reached across the small space to ruffle my hair. Normally I hated it when he did that, but this time I didn't care, since it was granting me food. "I'll make you breakfast, Cassie." He said, shooting a glare at Niall. Rolling his eyes, he ruffled my hair again before going to make me breakfast.

Niall wasn't frozen anymore. He had turned to glare at Zayn, who now looked uncomfortable. "Um; I think I'm going to; erm..." His gaze flickered over the door, passing over me briefly, and moved back toward Niall. "I think I'm just going to go get ready." He ran past me and out the door. Another door slammed.

The only sounds in the kitchen now were of Lou making my breakfast. So much for the chaos room.

Abruptly, Niall got up from the table and stormed out of the room. Liam followed him, wearing a worried expression.