Harry’s POV

“So this is my room and it’s off-limits,” Melody was saying as we walked through the second floor of the house. Because Heather had given us a second tour of the first floor, she made Melody do the second floor. Heather was currently with her friends, doing whatever girls do when they’re “not around family and internationally famous bands”, as Melody put it. Then she went on to describe what girls do when they have a sleepover at Louis’ request.
“DON’T TELL ME!” Louis shouted. “This is Ella’s room.”
“Yup.”
And it was obviously so. Nearly everything was pink. The curtains were a shimmery ombre pink, the comforter was pink with darker pink-and-white polka-dots, the rugs were pink, and the pillows were pink, purple, yellow, and white.
“ALSO off-limits,” Ella piped up from the back of the group, which just made everyone walk in and touch everything, messing it up. Ella growled at us.
“And this is Heather’s room,” Melody said, walking to another door. “I’m not saying anything else about hers, because then if you guys go in, she can’t yell at me for not saying it was off-limits and she can’t yell at me for saying you could.”
Liam ran in and bellyflopped onto the bed, and I ran in after him, jumping on top of him. I was closely followed by Zayn, Louis, and Niall, then eventually Melody and Ella.
“Oh, get off me you butt!” Melody shouted up at Ella.
“You know, this hurts, too,” Liam gasped from below. Melody mumbled something about weight and shoved Ella onto the floor. She then sat up on Niall’s back.
“Get! Off!” Niall shouted.
“NEVER!”
It was at that point that Liam decided to roll over, causing the entire people pile to fall onto the floor. I landed on top of Melody.
“Well that felt AMAZING,” she said sarcastically, pushing me off. “Way to go Liam. I don’t know what you people learn about in health where you’re from, but we learn that women have BOOBS and they HURT. Oh, wait. I didn’t have to learn that. I KNEW it,” she said, rolling over, holding her chest with both hands.
“Lemme help you with that,” Louis said, getting up and walking over to Melody.
“DIIIRRRTYYY!” Ella shouted.
“Yes, yes it was,” Louis said, changing directions and picking Ella up and throwing her over his shoulder.
“PUT. ME. DOWN!” she screamed, slamming her fists against his back.
“NO!” Louis shouted back, flopping her down on the bed and tickling her.
Melody just got up and jumped over the bed to the other side, tackling Louis as she went. “MY SISTER! ONLY I MAY TORTURE HER! But because you are a guest, I’m gonna be nice and let you torture her as well.”
"YAY!" shouted Louis, getting up and tickling Ella again. Suddenly, the room smelled like raw eggs.
"This is why only I can torture her," Melody said. Everyone but her was holding their noses.
"Mel, it smells in here. Is there something wrong with your nose?" Zayn asked.
"Nope," she said, popping the P. "I live with her."
"Wait, that was Ella?!" Zayn asked.
"Yup. She may be cute, but her butt gas is deadly."
"Mine, too!" Niall shouted, acting proud of it.
Just then, a tall and skinny bald guy walked in.
"What's going on in here?" he asked.
"Daddy!" Melody shouted, running over to him and giving him a hug.
"Daddy!""\ Ella said, who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, trying to dodge Louis. She jumped off the bed and ran over to him, pushing Melody out of the way.
"Daddy!" Louis shouted, following their example and hugging him.
"Melody? Care to explain?" he asked.
"Oh, right. Guys, line up," she said. We did as she told us to, even Louis, who reluctantly came to stand next to me. "Dad, this is Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan," she said, pointing at each one of us as she went down the line. "And boys, this is my dad, Dale."
"Hello, Dale!" we all said in unison.
"Okay, so why are they here?" Dale asked.
"Because if people found out where they were, paparazzi would be everywhere, and in someone's house would be where they would least expect them to be."
"Why would they care?" Dale asked, confused. Ella sighed.
"Dad, have you seen my bedroom? It's covered in posters of them! They're One Direction!" Ella shouted excitedly.
"Well, they can't stay," he said.
"Mom said they could."
"But you didn't ask me."
"Yes, I did. I called you and left a message, then sent you a text."
"Oh. Well, I did leave my phone here. But-"
"None of them are sleeping in our rooms unless we're not in there, Dad. They're probably going to sleep in Heather's room because she's not here. And if they need, you and Mom aren't here at night right now, so they can use your bed. I already got Mom's permission, so you can't argue with me on this. We have plenty of sleeping space, plus two guest rooms and the basement. I think we'll be fine."
"Fine. But no funny business!"
"DAD!"
"Well, it had to be said."
"No it didn't! I'm almost 15! Do you honestly think I would do that?!"
"No, but that's what a responsible parent would say."
"Sir, if it helps, Heather gave us a tour around the property and showed us the camper. If it makes you feel any better, we could sleep out there," Liam said politely, stepping forward.
"No, that won't be necessary. The camper isn't very comfortable. You can sleep in the guest rooms. I have to get back to work," he said.
"Bye, Daddy," Melody and Ella said, hugging him again.

Notes

Okay, so this was another filler chapter. I want to put the concert in its own chapter, so I just did this.