Should I continue putting up teasers?

Luckily, my suitcase was already in the room, so I didn't have to risk a confrontation with the boys by going back for it. Sighing, I took a quick shower before mulling over the issue of what to wear. Normally, for sleeping, I'd just pull on an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts, but tonight the boys are in here, and will probably make me play games with them, so I won't be concealed by blankets, like I am on the tour bus. I frowned at my thoughts. Was I really obsessing over what I was going to wear in front of the boys? No! I told myself sharply. I am changed now. I'll never be completely outgoing, like wearing skirts or dresses or anything too revealing, but I am still changed. And I didn't have to obsess about what to wear in front of the boys; they were practically brothers to me... Well, most of them, anyway, I thought. I was shocked to notice my heart rate speed up considerably when I thought about Niall. Despite what Danielle, Liam, and Eleanor think, I am completely positive that Niall does not, and never will feel the same way about me as, I admit, I feel about him. I paused in the middle of pulling on the comfortable, stretchy pants and form-fitting t-shirt I had decided on wearing. Was this what normal girls think about all the time? Wow; I honestly think I may have underestimated the girls at school. Being normal was a lot harder than it looked. Although, I thought, I'd prefer it over being beaten mercilessly...

I know this is pretty off-subject, but I kind of want to explain to you why I'm more open both with the way I talk and the way I dress. Well, the way I dress is easy: Eleanor actually insisted on getting rid of all my old clothes, so I now have no choice but to wear the new ones. I don't mind, actually, since I've found most of them fairly comfortable. Well... Yeah; let's stick with that. List of them are comfortable. Yeah; let's not get into that. And the way I talk: this is because Eleanor and Danielle are trying to get me to be less shy. There's always a pang of embarrassment there, though, whenever I roll my eyes or pout. Eleanor says that'll go away soon, now that I'm acting like an actual person. You would think that'd sound rude, but it didn't. I know Eleanor only has my best interests at heart. Plus, I love the fact that I'm supposedly acting normal now. Despite the embarrassment and awkwardness, it makes me feel good to know that I'm acting normal. On another bright note, the bruise on my eye has sincerely faded, and the others are beginning to fade. Also, I'm able to keep my hair wavy all the time. It hasn't been that way since the day I grew hair. I like it better this way. It's different. I like different; I like change.

Smiling slightly, I finished pulling on my clothes and dared a look in the mirror. My smile instantly faded, and I grimaced at my reflection. Hideous.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I cleared my head of any and all thoughts and just sat down on the floor, not thinking about anything for a moment.

After I had deemed myself ready of seeing the boys, I took a deep breath and dragged myself off the floor.

Opening the door, I walked out and plopped down next to Niall on my bed, not paying any attention to the boys at first. Fortunately, I soon noticed how silent they were, and looked up at them. They were all staring at me.

"What?"

Harry scowled. "Louis wouldn't let us do anything without you. It's been boring!" He whined.

I looked at Lou, eyebrow raised. He just shrugged. "I didn't want to start a game in case you wanted to play, too."

I laughed. "I'm not playing a game with you guys."

Louis frowned. "Why not?" I raised an eyebrow; he grinned. "Point taken."

Smiling, I leaned back, satisfied.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna make you play." He was wearing an evil smirk.

I glared at him. "This is America; I have the right not to play a game. I don't know what the laws are like for you in the UK, but I have free will here."

He rolled his eyes. "You're playing a game with us."

"No; I'm not."

"Yes; you are."

"No; I'm not."

"Yes; you are."

"No; I'm not!"

"Yes; you are!"

"She doesn't have to play if she doesn't want to." Niall said, frustrated.

Louis shut up, frowning. Everyone stayed that way for a moment. Zayn shrugged. "Are we going to play a game or not?"

"Actually, we should all be going to bed." Liam said, checking the time on his phone.

Zayn and Harry groaned. Liam just shrugged, and they all filed out of the room.

"We're still playing a game." I heard Zayn faintly through the closed door.

Louis sighed. "We just wasted almost a half hour doing nothing."

I giggled. "You guys actually tend to do that a lot, whether you'll admit it or not."

He just glared at me; I rolled my eyes. "It's true!"

"Whatever." He grumbled, before pulling out his phone and leaning back on the bed.

I was sharing a room with Liam, while Harry shared with Zayn. Unfortunately, though, Liam wasn't tired at all. He just wanted to get me alone to 'talk'.

"Niall, are you even listening to me?" He asked for the seventh time, frustrated.

"No, Liam!" I finally exploded. "I'm not listening, because I never asked for your advice on anything! I, unlike some people, actually want to sleep!" I stormed out of the room, leaving Liam gaping behind me. Good for him. Honestly, I hadn't wanted to yell at him; I was just frustrated that he kept talking to me. I was tired, and I couldn't stop thinking about Cassie...

Once in the hallway, I paused. I couldn't exactly go to Zayn and Harry's room - they were probably playing a game and wouldn't let me sleep. But that left Louis and Cassie's room... Groaning, I decided it was better than going back to face Liam.

I was just about to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. Louis looked over at me; I glared at him best as I could, you know, being half-conscious and all...

He groaned before giving in and getting up to get the door. Rolling over, I watched curiously. I saw his face change from confusion, to concern, to understanding, and finally reprimanding.

He opened the door wider, letting whoever it was inside... And I was immediately awake. Niall went over and sat on Lou's bed. Confused, I sat up.

Louis came over to me. "Niall and Liam had a bit of a fight, so I'm going to go sleep in their room tonight. Alright?"

I just shrugged, hiding the excitement and nervousness boiling inside of me. When Lou had left, I dared a glance at Niall. He grinned at me.