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After Niall shouted his statement, the pure look of panic and horror stayed placed upon his face. I felt panic rise up in my stomach, my mind thinking of all the possibilities as to why Niall has a problem - or, how we have a problem.

Harry, Liam and Zayn rush in, probably hearing Niall's loud outburst. They seemed as confused but shocked as I was. I look over at Niall, "what is it?"

Niall takes a deep breath, briefly shutting his eyes only to re open them so he can place himself down onto a chair, probably needing something to sit down on due to his panicky expressions.

"Niall?" Liam pushed, attempting to find out what has caused Niall to act like this. Niall places his fingers on his temples at the same time his stomach creates a large rumble.

"I have no food," Niall breathes out, exaggeration lingering on his words. Zayn, Liam and Harry all made a confused face, probably wondering why that is what got Niall all worked up. I shrug it off, simply popping the last piece of my carrot into my mouth.

"So, you got us all worked up because you don't have any food?" Danielle questions slowly as if the situation was a puzzle and she was trying to figure it out, and place all the pieces together.

"Yes. This is a serious issue," Niall replies. I lean back against the couch, my eyes flickering down onto my nails. I wonder if they have anything that I can paint my nails with, the old nail polish is chipped entirely. My thoughts were interrupted with somebody decided to sit down on my knees as if I were a chair. I groan as I see the back of a certain Irish blonde.

"Niall," I say, clenching my jaw. "I am not Santa Claus, so get off me. There's a small space right beside me where you can sit."

Niall looks down at the small section with a sigh, then squished himself in it. I scoot over a little so I wasn't practically right up against his arm.

"Well, I suppose Liam and I should head out now. We're going to the movies," Danielle smiles, grabbing Liam's hand with her own, intertwining their fingers. Louis jumps up, "Eleanor and I will join you."

Eleanor smiles, nodding as she stands up next to Louis. Danielle and Liam shrug, allowing them to tag along on their movie date. Everybody stares as the scene unfolds in front of them. I simply look away, waiting for them to leave for the sudden "double date". Once they do, Niall sits up.

"I'm having a crisis here!" Niall yells, gaining everybody's attention, as well as making us all deaf with the sudden burst if noise.

"Shut up before you make us deaf," I mutter, placing my hand gently over my ear. "Plus, you're not even having a crisis. You're just hungry, and that can be solved easily."

"Yeah, I'm hungry. That's a crisis, right?"

Harry shakes his head, a tight frown on his lips. With a rude, bratty tone he mutters a loud, "No, dipshit. It's not."

"What the hell, Harry? You don't have to be so rude," I reply, shooting a glare in his direction. He sighs, pushing his curls out from his face. Suddenly his facial expressions soften, "why do you hate me?"

"Harry, she doesn't hate you!" Niall smiles, standing up to hug the boy who seemed to be fake crying by now. I shake my head, looking over at Zayn who was giving them a weird look. His eyes adverted to me, and he quickly stands up.

"I don't know how to cook, but we need some food. We barely ate at the interview, or here. Harry and Niall don't seem like they're going to be moving, so could you cook us something? If you don't-" Zayn pauses in the middle of his sentence, looking over at Niall and Harry. "You might not see tomorrow."

"On it," I smile warmly at Zayn. I didn't feel like cooking, but I suppose food would be great right now, and Harry is the only person here who can cook, but he's busy. And I sure as hell do not want burnt food, thank you.

I put a pot onto the stove, and wait for it to start boiling. Once I see it is, I put some pasta into the hot water. Last time I made pasta was for my mother when she was sick. She didn't like it at all, as for it was "too overcooked" and threw it out. She wasn't even grateful I spent my precious time cooking for her. I close my eyes, and sigh. Maybe being here isn't that bad, compared to home.

After ten minutes, the food was finally done and I quickly set up four plates for each of us. I smile at my job, then call out, "Dinner is rea-"

I was cut off by Niall who slid into the room, nearly falling into the counter. He caught himself, and grabbed a plate from the island. I try to fight off a small smile, but it doesn't work and I allow it to stretch onto my lips. I grab my own plate as Harry and Zayn walk into the room. I leave the kitchen, and enter the living room. I sat down next to Niall who was already eating.

Harry and Zayn then enter with their plates, along with some drinks. I frown, I totally forgot about drinks. Not feeling like getting up because I just cooked for them for ten minutes, I smile at Harry.

"Harry, I totally forgot to get a drink. And since I cooked for you, and you're the one who decided to kidnap me, I'm ordering you to do this one thing for me and get me a drink."

"No."

"Do it," I say. He rolls his eyes, and leaves the room to grab me a drink. He should be able to do this for me without complaining. I mean, I did cook for him and he did kidnap me. He should be able to grab me a drink after all that. Harry walks back into the room with a diet Coke in his hand. He slams it on the table, "There, you need it."

I look at the can, feeling slightly hurt about what he said. I needed it? Is he calling me fat? I shake my head, opening up the can, taking a small sip. His words kept replaying in my mind.

"There, I'm finished," Niall grins, pushing his small plate away from him. "I'm still hungry."

"There's no more," I whisper, my confidence leaving my body as I kept thinking about what Harry said. I sigh, shaking my head, clearing my mind from the thoughts. It probably didn't mean anything, I'm over reacting.

Approximately thirteen minutes later, we had all finished up our food and now were standing up around the table. I avoid eye contact with Harry.

"I'm tired," I mumble, stretching my arms above my head only to have my shirt raise up and show a part of my stomach. Embarrassed, I pull it back down. "Where do I sleep, again?"

"In Niall's room," Zayn says, his voice low and croaky. "Goodnight, Morgan."

"Goodnight," Harry whispers, rushing to leave the room so he could go to his own.

"Follow me, I'll show you where you're sleeping." Niall began to walk away, and I hurriedly follow after him. We walked up a set of stairs, and to his familiar room. Once we're both in the large space, he points to the bed. "There."

"So, where are you sleeping?"

He points to the bed.

"Wait, what? No. Nope. I'll sleep on the floor, thank you."

"No, you won't. Here, we'll have our own sides to the bed. It's large enough so we have our own reasonable space without us touching each other, alright?"

"Fine," I mumble, stepping over a small pile of clothes so I could get to his bed. I sit down on the right side. "But, stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine."

"Of course."

"Goodnight, Niall."

"Goodnight Morgan."

It took me a while to finally drift off to sleep, but as I did I swear I felt an arm be thrown around my waist. Either by mistake, or on purpose. I didn't feel like moving, as for I was incredibly comfortable, so I left it there.

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EDIT: this is probably the most relaxing chapter you'll read, honestly.