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Chloe

" Chloe, are you ready to go?"

" Huh?" I say, zoning out of my thoughts of, well... Nothing. I turn around by pushing the ground with my feet in my swively chair. Liam is standing there, his hand pressed against the table, his body leaning torwards it. I flinched when I saw his face. He still had a black eye from the fight earlier, making his eye swell almost completly shut. His voice didn't have the same excitment in it. His voice sounded tired, probably from recording songs all day.

" Ready to go?" He repeats, but no annoyance in his tone. He was always so patient.

" Yep," I respond, standing up and grabbing my bag, ready to leave. It has been a long day. From the whole restaraunt fiasco to the rest of the day in the recording studio, I was glad to go home.

Home.

The more I think about home, the sadder I got. Here in Florida, it wasn't home. Let's just call it a... Vacation home. Blue Lake, South Carolina is where my real home is.

I slung my bag over my shoulder, and followed Liam out the door.

I looked out the window in the hallway. It was already pitch black out.

" Jeez, what time is it?!" I ask, exasperated.

" 10:30," Liam answers, taking his phone out if his pocket to check, then quickly putting it away from all of the notifications blowing up on his lockscreen.

I sigh. These precious summer days just go by so fast. Last I remember, it was still 9:00. But I can't really do anything about that; The boys are always so busy.

I look up at Liam and see his black eye again, plus a few bruises on his arms. I feel so bad for him right now.

" Liam?" I ask as we are in the elevator riding down to the car that would take us back to the condo.

" Yeah?" He says, looking down at me. His usual happy chocolate brown eyes are replaced by one sad and tired-looking darker brown one, and one so swollen you could barely see it.

" I'm- I'm really sorry for what happened earlier today. I had no idea Brock would've been there the same time we were," I say guiltily. I knew he was in a lot of pain right now. I have and probably would never feel the pain he is in - wait, maybe I did. After all, Brock did bully me. But he didn't hurt me physically, just emotionally. But very bad emotionally.

" It's okay, really. I couldn't just stand there and watch you getting hurt by that jerk." He says, scowling when he says 'jerk'.

I smile. It feels good to have someone actually care, instead of just standing there and laughing at you, like back in Michigan. My friends weren't really true friends.

" Okay. You sure?" I ask him.

" Yeah." He answers. I hold out my hands, gesturing for a hug. Smiling, he leans down and hugs me, and I can feel his muscles are still weak, just like Zayn's.

The elevator door opens and we walk into the lobby, and out the door to finally the car that will take us back to the cozy condo that I have gotten to love a lot.

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Tara

What is that sound?! Make it stop.... I feel like it's been going off for hours. It sounds like a guitar for some reason. I have no idea why.

I was too lazy to actually open my eyes, so I just kept them closed and waited for the sound to pass. But it didn't budge.

Then, I felt three hands touch my shoulder. What is going on?!

" It's time to get up, in the morning," An Irish voice sings.

" In the morning," someone else chorused. It is way too early for this. Harry was probably still sleeping, he hasn't moved.

" Got Macdonalds breakfast for you,"

"Or any other brand..." What the heck are they singing?

"We drove two miles to get it,"

"You better get up and eat it,"

The more they sing, the more annoyed I get. Can't I just go back to sleep already?! But then it got worse.

"So its TIME TO GET UP!!" They yelled and started jumping on the bed.

"GET UP GET UP!"

" IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!"

"WE GOTTA GET UP!" They still sing.

I shift, covering my ears from all of the racket they are making. I wonder if Harry is still asleep. If he is, he must be deaf.

" ITS TIME TO GET UP, GET UP!"

I want them to leave us alone, but I am too tired to try anything. Louis grabs my hands and shakes them, but being careful around my cast, yelling their 'song' in my face, if it even counts as that. I feel like my ears are bleeding.

" ITS TIME TO GET UP, GET UP!"

" GET OUT OF BED, GET OUT OF BED!"

Liam jumps in front of the headborad. The whole bed is shaking now. They go over and mess with Harry, thankfully. The covers are now totally off the bed. I curl up into a ball miserably.

" TIME TO GET UP!"

" TIME TO..."

" Time to get up.." They sing quieter, again, thankfully. Niall strums his guitar again, bringing me a little comfort. Are they done now?!

" It's time to.."

" Get up...."

" Laaa..." They sing. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry playfully punch Niall. So he is awake.

I also see that they have put up a camera in the corner of the room. Really?!

" Time to get up!" Harry sings.

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" Okay, what was THAT for?" I ask as I find a seat around the table we are all sitting at.

" I dunno. Fun!" Niall says.

" Niall, is that your answer for everything?" I ask.

"Pretty much," Louis answers as he steals a mini muffin off my plate. I give him a pouty face as I try to steal it back, but he already has the whole thing in his mouth.

"I hate you," I state while glaring at him.

"I love you too, Tarabear!" He says. He hugs me, and messes up my hair.

"Oh, its on," I say. Immediatley he shoots out of his chair, and I chase him. He runs down the hall, and into the living room. Man, that boy can run fast.

He runs around a corner, around another one, and up a flight of stairs. We run back into the kitchen. Harry, Liam, Niall, and Chloe laugh and cheer us on as we whip past them at astonishing speed. I gave them the peace sign, and before I knew it, I was in another room.

"You're not getting away with this!" I yell at Louis, breathing heavily.

"The sass master gets away with everything!" He declares, now three yards away from me. I am gaining on him, though.

I have lost track of how long we have been running. Ten minutes? Fifteen?

By the time I catch up to him, we have run all around the house at least twice.

I jump on his back, sending him toppling down to the ground. I wince a little from the pain in my arm, but it didn't,stop me. I mess up his hair, proud of myself.

"Not... The hair!" He complains. He rolls over, me now on the bottom. He puts both of his hands on my shoulders, so I couldn't escape. I am still breathing heavily. Don't expect me to be a track star, because I'm nowhere near that.

"You'll never let me get away with anything, will you?" He smirks, still on top of me.

"Nope."

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Sorry this was sort of a filler chapter :/ I am thinking about ending this book in about five chapters or so, but tell me what you think! Comment please ;)