Chapter 9 - The Question

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I grabbed my towel and went back to the house, trying to ignore all of the looks I was getting from the boys. I looked back, seeing Niall confused and Louis, Harry and Liam talking. Zayn was going through his bag, looking for his mirror. I glanced into my shoulder bag; I might have took his mirror. I went to my bedroom and closed the door, dumping my bag on the floor and changing into my pajamas. Who do I choose; my life long friend, or a guy I barely know? The question pounded through my head, giving me a headache. I walked onto my balcony to see the boys coming back from the beach. Niall looked at me and same with Louis. Niall looked confused and Louis gave me a small smile. Harry looked up and winked at me. Great, Louis told him? Niall better not know. I walked off my balcony and sat on my bed, trying to think this through. A knock sounded on my door.

'Come in,' I called. The door opened and, to my surprise, Harry came in and closed the door. Please tell me he won't add to my problem.

'I heard that you are staying up here for the rest of the night, so I brought you some food,' he announced, pulling out a box of pizza and handed it to me. I opened it and stared at it in shock; it was just an empty pizza box. I looked at Harry, suspiciously.

'Don't blame me, I didn't know a thing about it, blame Niall,' he said, hands in the air. 'And speaking of Niall, who are you going to choose?' Harry asked, a small smile on his face.

'Don't tell me who to choose,' I told him. 'Because it is hard enough as it is, I don't need you getting involved.'

'I'm not joining this; those kisses were only because of games and competitions,' he said. 'Not that you aren't a nice person, you're just not my type.' I sigh in relief. He looked at me like I was strange, which I am.

'But you should choose Louis,' he said then dashed out of my room. The next thing I heard was Zayn's screams of agony.

'Who took my mirror?' he screamed. I looked in my bag and saw shards of the mirror everywhere. Whoops, I must have dropped my bag a bit hard. I scooped up the shattered remains and dumped them in my room. As they slid out of my hand, one got caught on my ring and sliced into my skin. I yelled in pain. I quickly dropped the last shard of the mirror into my bin and hid it with some papers just as some of the guys came into the room.

'What's wrong?' Niall asked, coming to sit next to me. I shook my head quickly, making the headache worse. Before I could respond, Niall saw the blood dripping off my hand and gave a little shriek. I laughed weakly, turning to look at the other boys. I noticed Louis shaking his head at me, but came over and bandaged it up. I smiled at him and he smiled back, taking my breath away. How can these boys me so amazing? And why do I have to choose between Louis and Niall?

'How did this happen?' Niall asked, shaking his head at me. I stopped my self from laughing out loud but a smile broke across my face. He raised an eyebrow in question. Louis headed over to my bin and lifted the papers, finding the broken mirror.

'You are so in trouble when Zayn finds out,' Louis laughed. 'And you get years of bad luck.' Zayn chose just this moment to walk into my room and see the remains of his mirror. The blood rushed out of his face and he fell to his knees beside the bin.

'It's alright, it's alright,' he kept mumbling under his breath. All of the guys laughed but then stopped once seeing how serious Zayn is.

'I'm sorry-,' I began but the look on his face made me stop; nothing could explain this.

Great, my problems get from bad to worse. Zayn hates me even more, Louis and Niall were both competing for my love and Liam, the sensible one, was too busy with problems with his girlfriend. At least I had Harry.

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