Check Who You're Texting (L.T)

Tbh Zayn and Louis look constipated, Liam looks like one of those skinny old fathers who try to be cool but aren't, Harry looks like he's upset his chicken fries didn't come out of the oven on time and Niall looks so done with life.
~words of Lord 2016

"Amber is my new girlfriend!" Niall declares as I pass him some of my chips. I chuckle and throw one at him, hitting him in the eye, luckily he closes it before it gets into his eye.

He throws it back at me and I cross my arms over my chest and huff. Niall throws his arm around my shoulder and I try to resist the urge to start squealing.

Oh my god, Niall. Oh my god.

Breathe in breathe out. Repeat.

Yeah that's my calming down method. Breathing in and out slowly.

"Oi get your hands off my girlfriend." Louis says and steals the chips. "Thanks for the food babe."

Ok what's with all these guys calling me their girlfriend. I'm very confused. And apparently so is Niall.

"Am I missing something?" Niall asks and Louis chuckles.

"I was joking." He says as he tries to scoff down all the chips at once.

What a pig.

I sigh and try to watch the TV, but Zayn comes in and stands right in front of it.

"Move your cactus bum Zayn." I complain and sink down into the couch.

"Cactus?" He says with a laugh.

"Yeah cause you're a prick." The rest of the boys let out a 'oh burn' at my comment and I laugh, sitting up again. Zayn moves his little bum out of the way and sits next to Louis.

Liam and Harry both go and sit on the smaller couch. If you're wondering, we're all in my house. Yeah, they peer pressured me to come here and let them stay. Sadly all the guys have to leave for Liam's cousin's birthday party or something but Louis is not going because he says he can't be bothered.

Harry isn't going either because apparently Liam's cousins don't like him.

Don't ask me why. He says it's a long story.

About 10 minutes later, Liam gets a text from his Aunts and the guys get up, leaving Harry, Louis and I here. I look left and right.

Then the sudden realisation hits me.

I was just sitting in the same room as all of One Direction.

Yeah I know, we were all squished up in the car earlier, but that's not the same because I wasn't really thinking about it back then.

Yeah, I know right? Slow Amber.

"So kiddos, what ya wanna do?" I ask Louis and Harry.

"You do realise I'm older than you." Harry says and gives me a sly smirk. I cackle.

"And yet, I'm more mature." I rebut and he huffs.

And the realisation hits me again. I was just having a mini, friendly argument with Harry Styles.

Someone pinch me.

"But I'm only older by like 4 months so it's not that much of a difference." He tries to cover up, providing me the perfect opportunity to annoy the hell out of him.

"I thought the whole point of your argument was to say that you were older than me. You just rebutted your own argument." I say and Louis laughs with me.

Louis, brother, why do you have such a nice laugh. You are killing me here.

Harry huffs in the background and crosses his arms across his chest, pouting out his lip.