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"No,"

Harry whipped his head and looked at Louis. "What?"

"A girl behind a bush? Are you on crack?" Louis started laughing. "Jesus, I thought you were looking at that,"

Louis pointed to a wandering cat not near by the bushes. Harry studied the white and orange cat before looking back at the bush. No girl.

"Must be the jet lag." Harry muttered.

Louis shrugged. "I don't blame you. I'm dead tired from all this touring. Thank you, Queen Elizabeth, for declaring One Direction to have a break."

Harry raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Queen Elizabeth?"

"First person I could think of." Louis said simply. "Anyway, I need my sleep. And so do you."

He poked Harry's stomach before getting out of the kitchen, slapping his butt in the process.

Harry shook his head with a small smile on his lips. He had a small debate in his head whether he should sleep or watch a movie. He sighed and stood up, deciding that he'll settle the problem while taking a shower.

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"I say we go in," Addie declared, standing up. She saw the familiar silhouette in the house from its sliding door, and she could have sworn he looked at her. Gulping, she shook her head, thinking it was just hallucination.

Charlie pulled her down. "No, missy. We are not going to go in a stranger's house."

Sam shook her head at Charlie. "Uh, yeah, we are."

"But-"

"FOR NARNIA!" Addie stood up with her hands moving around, getting out of their hiding spot. "And food."

Sam nodded, standing up as well and hooking her arm with Addie's. Charlie groaned and followed the two, scratching his head in the process.

"I hate you both." He muttered.

"No you don't," Addie hit her hip against his, smirking.

"Shut up lovebirds, let's get in; it's starting to snow hard." Sam looked up as more snow covered her red hair.

•••••••••••••

"This place is huge." Addie whispered as they entered the living room.

Thankfully, no one was there. The living room walls were white and surprisingly clean. In the corner were luggage and a plasma TV hanged above. Red and violet plush couches were settled against the walls, and a photo of the five boys was hanged above one of them, on the wall across the television set and game consoles. A mahogany table was settled in the middle, water bottles and earphones lazily thrown on it, and a stack of magazines in the middle rested. The ground under the table and near the chouches had a black fluffy carpet, while the rest of the ground was wooden.

"Can we live here?" Charlie said, eyeing the stack of video games by the television set.

"Kitchen, shall we?" Addie hooked her arm with Sam's.

She smiled brightly and nodded. "We shall,"

A wooden staircase was behind a couch in the living room, like it was meant to separate it from the dining area, which consisted of another mahogany table, although larger. It was simple, but when you looked above from the table, there was quite a hole in the roof--from above, you can see a bird's eye view of the dining table from the second and third floor.

An island counter separated the dining area from the kitchen. It had tall red seats accompanied by it, a fruit bowl near the end, and a few books stacked in the middle.

The kitchen looked homey in some way. There was a view of the dining area from it because of the island counter, and a large fridge. The kitchen looked friendly, inviting, actually. Like it makes you want to cook in it.

"I love this place," Sam whispered as she looked in the fridge, studying the stacks of food.

Addie spotted a phone by the island counter. "Hey, there are shops downtown that can open an iPhone when you don't know its passcode, right?"

"Yeah," Sam mumbled, still overwhelmed by the food in front of her. She moved on to what seemed to be a pantry, a closet near the fridge, big enough for three people to fit in, with tons of edible things surrounding you.

"I think I found one of their phones." Addie looked at the iPhone on the counter, still deciding if she should get it.

"How much do you think we could sell all this shit on eBay?" Sam chuckled, looking closely at all the food packs.

---

"I missed you," Harry mumbled as he fell on his bed, face first. "So soft,"

He sat up after a minute and decided to take a bath when he felt emptiness in his pocket. He furrowed his brow and looked at his bed. No phone. At his dresser, still no phone. He let out a groan, being too lazy to go down.

Harry went down the stairs slowly, eyes almost closing in tiredness. He swore he saw something move in the living room, but shrugged it off, thinking Zayn was still there.

He ran a hand through his curly hair and went to the kitchen. Then he stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene in front of him.

A redhead was in the pantry, practically drooling at the sight of food. Her cheeks had black strikes on them, which seemed to look like face paint. She didn't seem to notice his presence as she kept touching the boxes of cereals and looking at other brands of pancake mixes.

Then a black haired girl stood at the counter, wide eyed. She seemed speechless, but Harry couldn't read her expression. Her pinkish lips were agape, and her hair was tied into a high ponytail. She wore a rather oversize black shirt, although you could make out that she was pretty skinny. Her cheekbones were visible and her large brown eyes stared back at him.

"Erm," Harry started.

The redhead dropped the boxes she was holding and turned around, wide eyed.

Harry slowly went to the island counter, eyeing the black haired girl. "Um, I just went down to get my phone."

"Do you always talk this slow?" She furrowed a brow at him and he gave her a confused look.

"What? Um, I don't know?" It came out as a question, but he still gave her a small smile.

She shrugged and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, nice talking to you. Do you want us to go now?"

Harry gave her a chuckle. "I'm getting my phone," he grabbed his phone and tucked it in his pocket. "And you two-"

"Three," The black haired cut him off.

"What?" Harry's eyes flickered towards her.

"We're three, not just two." She explained.

"Then where's the other one?" Harry scratched the back of his neck.

"Living room, I think?" She looked at the redhead behind her for verification. The redhead nodded.

"Wow, okay." Harry raised his eyebrows. "You two go to the living room with the other one and sit quietly on the couch, alright? I'll bring the boys down then you can explain yourselves. But please, no screaming."

The two girls scoffed.

"What?" Harry eyed them.

"Oh, please." The redhead finally spoke up. "None of us are fans of you lads."

Harry looked over at the brunette, as if asking if it were true. Something about her made him trust her right away.

She nodded. "If you haven't noticed, we didn't scream when you entered, or better yet, run up the stairs to watch one of you guys bathe."

Harry noticed her accent and scanned her over. "You're American, huh?"

"No shit, Sherlock." She smirked.

Harry felt himself smile. "Whatever, just go to the living room."

"Alright, alright." The redhead raised her hands up, making her way to the living room, muttering words under her breath.

"What did she say?" Harry looked at the brunette once again.

She shrugged. "I heard something about unicorns."

Harry smiled once again. "Alright, well, I'll go get the lads then."

"They won't get mad, won't they?" She pouted and Harry wanted to slap himself for finding it cute.

"Can't answer that," Harry shook his head.

The brunette shrugged and walked to the dining room, coming face to face with Harry. She was smaller than him, a heads difference. She looked up and gave him a smile.

"Mr. Styles, you have one nice house."

"Thank you, Miss..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at her in question of her name.

"McHale." She smiled.

"Well, then, thank you, Ms. McHale." Harry smirked, picking up her hand to kiss its knuckles. "Got a first name, Ms. McHale?"

"Yep," she popped the 'p.' "A first and a second."

"May I know what they are?"

She smiled tightly and removed her hand from Harry's. "Not Interested."

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Notes

ooooooh you did not just do that to harry styles!!!!

haha alright. don't forget to comment! :)