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Harry watched her walk away, confusion taking over his head. He didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't used to getting backed down by girls. Although, she did seem different.

He shrugged, eyebrows still knitted together in confusion, as he went up the stairs. He still wondered how to tell the four boys that three people were miraculously in their house. He sighed and decided to tell Louis first.

Louis's door swung open after the fifth time Harry knocked.

"What?" Louis groaned. "Oh, I though it'd be Niall again."

"Again?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"He kept offering chicken earlier, even if I didn't want any." Louis whined.

Harry smiled. "Well anyway, I--no, actually, we--have a problem."

Louis raised his eyebrows, eyes widening. "What happened?"

Harry gathered all the courage he has and faced his best friend. "There are three strangers downstairs in the living room."

"What?" Louis blinked.

"I've met two of them, the third I don't know." Harry nodded.

Louis continued to blink at him. "You really are on crack huh?"

"I'm not!" Harry argued. "One of them is a redhead--she looks scary, honestly. The other's a brunette. She's quite pretty and really clever, if you ask me."

"The jet lag's kicking in, eh?" Louis chuckled.

"LOU, I SWEAR, THERE ARE THREE STRANGERS DONWTAIRS!" Harry shouted, causing Louis to blink more.

The first door on the left of the hallway opened, and Liam's face popped out of it. "What?"

Harry and Louis looked at him, not knowing what to do. Zayn came out of his room, the room across Liam's, with a bat.

"I heard shouting!"

Niall popped out of his room, right beside Zayn's with a piece of chicken in one hand. "What's happening?"

"Well, you heard it." Harry looked at Liam who suddenly had a panic stricken face.

"Wait, no, I didn't hear it! What's happening!" Niall said, coming out of his room.

"Three strangers are in our house." The way Zayn delivered it sounded like a question, looking at Harry for assurance.

He nodded. "They're in the living room."

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After a long explanation and argument over Harry not closing the door, Harry ended up blinking at the three people in front of him sitting on the couch.

The redhead was looking around the living room and eyeing Niall's chicken every now and then. The brunette, Ms. McHale, rather, had let down her black hair a busied herself with her phone. The new face, a guy with brown hair, sat comfortably beside the brunette, looking over at her once in a while, and when she felt his eyes on her, she'd look up and give him a warm smile.

Harry felt a pang of jealousy. He didn't know if these two were together, but considering the fact that they left an amount of space between each other, maybe the guy just liked her. Or they were just close friends. Either way, she was actually nice to him, which Harry wanted to feel from her as well.

"Haz," Louis snapped a finger in front of Harry, causing him to get back to his senses.

"Yeah?"

"Group meeting." Louis muttered, grabbing him into the circle Zayn, Liam, and Niall had made.

"Alright," Liam seemed to suck up air and exhale before eyeing Harry. "Bloody hell, Harry! Do you not know how to close a bloody door?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I thought we were over this argument."

"I don't think it will ever be over." Zayn muttered as Liam kept going on about the importance of doors and locks.

"Anyway," Louis rolled his eyes, making Liam shut up. "We forgot to ask them one really important question."

"What?" They all said in unison.

"Are they fans?"

The other boys nodded in a agreement, wondering as well. Harry sighed and answered the question. "They're not."

"Well, do they know us, then?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, they're just not fans of us." Harry shrugged and looked over to see the brunette talking to the guy, jealousy hitting him like bricks.

"They have to go." Liam said sternly.

"I guess it's best they go." Zayn nodded in agreement. "What would Uncle Si do if he sees them here?"

"Uncle Si wouldn't come over soon, would he?" Niall furrowed his brow.

"You know what, let's just make them leave." Harry said coldly after witnessing the brunette kissing the guy's cheek.

The four boys looked at him and nodded, getting out of the huddle they made. They were in one line and looked at the three, who stared back.

"You're leaving." Liam said straightforward.

"Thank God," the brunette stood up quickly. Her other friends stood up slower than her and made their way to the door while the brunette looked at the boys who were still confused as to why she was there.

"Oh, I remember the first time I was caught in someone famous's house." The brunette smirked. "Your faces couldn't top his."

"This isn't your first time to break into a house?" Louis furrowed a brow.

"Well, I don't think you can consider this encounter 'breaking in' if you know what I mean." She smirked towards Harry, causing the four others to snicker. "But, yes, I have done this before in t he past with certain, erm, band members."

The five boys raised their eyebrows.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be a bother to you five, so I guess we all go off, then." She smiled warmly and went to her friends. She opened the door and stared in shock as a pile of snow covered their way.

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Notes

Updating during class yo