"How does she look for comfortable? Does she always sleep in that position?"

"I say we paste her. Who's with me? Someone grab the toothpaste!"

"Why don't we let her sleep mates? She looks so tired."

"Awee she's so cute! Can we keep her? Harry can we keep her? PLEASE?!"

You know, you'd think that when someone is whispering, they'd at least be subtle about it.

"Oi, she's waking up! Everyone shut up." I'd recognise that voice anywhere.

I slowly blink open my eyes and when they fully open, I see five pairs of eyes staring back at me.

So...

I blink. They blink back.

I blink twice. They blink twice.

I blink three times. They blink three times.

Okay! What is this? Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Well I mean, it won't be seven, just five....

I try to sit up so they lean back so that we don't end up bumping heads with each other. Yes. They were that close to my face.

I pick up my phone next to me and check the time. 9:10. How long was I asleep?

Friday night, the whole nightmare thing and me snatching away Harry's bowl of cereal, I ended up in the living room eating probably half my weight in cereal. My mind was still running a mile a minute like it was on a damn treadmill so I couldn't get back to sleep.

So I did the next best thing. I ventured onto the top floor of the house and walked towards the plain white door at the end of the hallway. I cautiously turned the doorknob and when the door opened, I turned around to ensure there wasn't anyone following me. A bit dramatic, I know. But everything in this room I keep super personal for a reason. That's why it's on the top floor.

I don't let anyone in this room. Ever. Not even abuela comes in here. She says it's too dark and she might die from all the sadness in it. As you can see, the dramatic trait runs in the family.

Anyway, when I go into the room, I head straight for what I came in here for, not even sparing a glance at anything else in the room. My journal.

It's brown leather covering and the tattered pages inside shows how long I've had this journal. It has my name engraved in the front and one of my favourite quotes,

"Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are." - Harold S. Kushner

I haven't yet figured out why this quote stuck out to me yet. My sister had a matching journal as well except with her name and her favourite quote. My father gave them to us on our 13th birthday. He gave them to us for two different reasons. Tia and I were the same yet so different which is why our journal were filled with different things.

Tia's was filled with art. She was so good at it. The pieces that she did were so beautiful and they always told a story. I think at one point I was actually jealous that she was so talented. She made it her mission to ensure that every single detail was to perfection. It's a shame that a talent so great just went to waste. And it's all my fault....

Mine was completely different. I couldn't do art. I can't draw for shit. I never show people my journal though. It's quite personal to me and I'd like to keep it that way. Well I made an exception for Tia. She was my sister. My other half. The peanut butter to my jelly.

Anyway....off topic. You see why I don't like coming in this room. It's always a good ole trip down memory lane. Note the sarcasm. Where was I? Right, the journal.

And that's when I see it. As I'm reaching for the journal, from the corner of my eye. It's body of wood slowly losing it's shine, the long neck and headstock collecting dust lying against the wall in the corner of the room. It looked so neglected. I felt like it was staring back at me and pleading with me,

"Take me. Pluck my nylon strings. Play me. Please!"

Now that's some crazy fucked up shit right there. Bad brain!

Before I gave into the temptation of even going near it, I scampered out of the room gripping the journal tightly in my hands.

I went back to the living room and got comfortable on the couch. Immediately after I open the journal to a clean page, it was like I entered another world. I don't know how long I stayed up writing but I didn't go to sleep because my alarm started going off for me to get Mari ready for school and when I got back, I was so exhausted. Last thing I remember was going into the living room to get my journal and put it back before someone else got a hold of it.

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Which brings me back to now. Awake. With the boys staring back at me. Oh shit! I didn't make breakfast!

"Guys I'm sorry. I didn't realize it had gotten so late," I didn't even know I fell asleep, "you must be hungry."

"Mia it's fine," Liam reassured me but by the look on Niall's face I could tell that wasn't the case. He looks as though I starved him the entire week.

"Yeah don't sweat it. We can make our own breakfast while you go back to sleep. You look like shit!"

Harry and Zayn elbow Louis in the ribs as he was in between both of them.

"Gee...thanks," I mumble looking down.

"It's fine. I'm awake. I'll make breakfast," I say forcing a smile and walk towards the kitchen. God I'm sleepy. My eyes feel like they have gravel in them.

As I'm walking towards the kitchen, I hear footsteps following behind me but I don't have the energy to turn around and see who it is.

I'm walking around the kitchen getting all the ingredients to make breakfast. I decided on pancakes, eggs and bacon.

As I'm sifting through the fridge, looking for bacon, wow.....it has leftover enchiladas. Shocking!, I hear his voice say behind me,

"You know that we're not kids right? We can make our own breakfast."

Surprisingly, I didn't jump this time. I guess Harry noticed as well because when I turn to face him, he had that shit-eating grin on his face. Idiot!

"What? And let you burn down my kitchen? I don't think so."

"C'mon squeaky. Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic."

I glare at him for using that stupid nickname he christened me with 12 years ago.

"When have I ever not been dramatic, Harold?" I ask, smirking knowing he hates that name.

He playfully glares at me and then smirks.

"You know, now that I think about it.....Never."

I turn my back to him while I start the pancake batter.

"Well ok then. There's your answer."

"Hmm. I don't know, squeaky. I think we need to change that. Get you to live on the wild side for a bit," he says lowly. Why does he sound so close all of a sudden?

I let out an annoyed breath and spin around to face him,

"Could you stop callin-" but I don't get to finish or take in the fact that Harry's right behind me before I hear a 'crack' sound on top of my head.

The kitchen goes dead silent as Harry stands with his hand raised over my head and his cheeks puffed out trying to hold in his laughter while I gape at him with the albumen of the egg starts dripping down my face.

When he can't hold it in anymore and bursts out laughing, hunched over patting his knee, I feel like something in me snaps and a taunting smile appears on my face.

"Oh....you're gonna get it. You're gonna get it good," I say tauntingly, drawing out 'good' taking baby steps towards him.

His laughter dies in his throat as he takes in the tone in my voice and the expression on my face.

He starts backing away slowly with his hands raised in surrender, his face terrified.

"Mia....I'm sorry. That was stupid. I'm stupid. That was a dick move. Please don't hurt me!" he pleads. Every step he takes back, I take a step forward with my hands behind my back. I don't think he realized that I was hiding something behind my back.

"Oh Harold....I'm not going to hurt you," I cooed at him.

His eyes widened at what I said and then he clasped his hands together in a praying motion and closed his eyes mumbling,"Christ help me! Mum? Anybody?! My beautiful face can't die like this! I'm too young to die!"

I wanted to burst out laughing so hard but I held it in and took the opportunity while his eyes were closed and pressed the handful of flour I had behind my back against his face and smeared all over and into his hair.

I couldn't hold it in any longer when he let out one of the most high pitched screams I've ever heard.

While I was killing myself with laughter, Harry started yelling at me,

"You're going to pay for this Mia! YOU RUINED MY HAIR!"

Then he took a strand hair cooing,"she ruined you." is he talking to his hair?

"You started it! I didn't ruin your 'beautiful locks' just go wash your hair."

He watches me with a deadpanned expression.

"I washed it yesterday."

I smirked and say,"Now who's fault is that?"

"I'm not done with you yet, Mia," his tone is serious but I can't take him seriously with his face covered in flour. So a giggle slips outs.

"Somethin' funny?"

"Nope."

"So why were you laughing then?"

I clear my throat and look away from his face,"no reason" and shrug.

"Hmm.Okay" okay?

I turn to watch him confused but before I could fully turn my face, I feel something heavy on my head.

When did he get in front of me?

"HARRY!" I shriek as he starts to smear the flour he put in my hair around.

"Goddammit! Did I mess up your hair Mia?" he says sarcastically then his signature smirk appears at the end.

Next thing I know, probably half an hour passes, Harry and I are throwing eggs at each other and laughing when the other gets hit. So far he's been hit with th most eggs. His whole upper body is probably covered in egg.

I can't believe that I'm saying this but apart from the fact I know there's going to be a huge mess to clean up afterwards, I'm actually having fun. I haven't laughed this much or this hard in what feels like forever.

"Aww. C'mon Mia. I just want to hug you. I'm lonely over here." he has his hands outstretched with a cheeky grin on his face walking towards me.

"Uh uh. You keep your eggy self away from me. Jeez, you stink!" I tease corking my nose pretending to be disgusted.

"Nahhh. You want to hug me. C'mere,"he says getting closer to me.

"Oh no you don't," I rush out and start to run away from him.

But this is me. And the universe just hates me. And I'm in a messy kitchen with egg all over the floor.

So of course, I slip and land flat on my ass with a shock scream.

My ass is on fire but I stay silent laying flat on the ground.

"You okay?"Harry rushes over to me on the ground with his pretty green eyes full of concern.

I still remain silent and blank faced on the floor and I don't notice Harry crawl over my body and his face is hovering over mine.

"Mia? You okay? Shit, I'm sorry," his whole demeanor changed to concerned.

It's only when I get over the initial shock of falling flat on my ass and take in all the flour on his face, I burst out laughing.

His brows furrow as he watches me and then they shoot up.

"Jesus Mia! You scared the shit out of me! Are you okay?" he asks worriedly but the smile threatening to appear gives him away.

"I haven't cracked open my skull but I think I broke my ass. I'm fantastic!" I say still laughing.

He chuckles under his breath shakimg his head at me.

When our laughter dies down, it finally dawns on me what position we're in.

Harry is basically straddling my waist while I lay flat on the ground. Both his hands are on either side of my head. Our faces millimetres apart. Well shit!

I look down between us and then back up to his face. Harry follows my line of sight and you can see the realisation dawn on his face. He doesn't move though. Either my mind is playing tricks on me or he literally moved closer.

His eyes flick between my eyes and my mouth and I do the same to him. It feels just like what happened in my room two days ago. The fluttering in my chest is back and suddenly I feel nauseous.

But before I could get ahead of myself and think maybe something was going to happen, the kitchen door opens.

"Mia is breakfast almost done? I'm starvi- what the fuck?"

Oh boy.

A/N
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