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Zayn twiddled his fingers, anxiously waiting for a knock on his front door. The raven-haired lad didn't even know why he's so nervous; he already met his new roommate before. After much waiting, Zayn got up and went to the small kitchen, filling a glass of water to quench his parched throat. Sipping slowly, Zayn started going through all the bad things that could happen with the new roommate, despite the conclusion Zayn had made about the lad being a decent fellow. For starters, his new roommate could be some kind of drug dealer, something Zayn didn't want to have to deal with. He could also have some weird disability and although Zayn knows

This was not how Harry imagined his X-Factor experience would be like. Actually, the curly-haired boy thought he'd end up going home, but then he was accepted, much to his surprise. However, he was soon rejected by the judges in boot camp and Harry was sure that he was going home then, but then Simon ended up throwing him in a band with other four boys. "I-I think he overslept again," Niall stammered quietly. "Wow," Louis started sarcastically, "you'd think after two practices of him oversleeping, I'd have figured that out by now, but no, I guess not." "B-But, y-you asked," Niall's Irish voice came again, softer this time . "It was a rhet

The curly-haired boy tried grabbing his stolen cheesehead back from the blonde, but Niall was too fast for Harry, dodging the younger lad’s grabby hands. Despite the cramped space of the bus, Niall was managing to dance around Harry, infuriating the younger boy. “Come and get me, Haz!” Niall taunted, waving the cheesehead around. “I’m not in the mood for games, Niall!” Liam sighed, putting down the book he was reading. The five boys decided to camp out in their tour bus and for once, Liam thought it’d be a good idea. He should have known that his more immature band mates would cause trouble. &ldqu

A/N: This is a sequel. To read the prequel, please scroll to the bottom and click on the link. --- “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Harry cried out in laughter. The blond boy had been tickling the shit out of Harry for the past half-hour. Thank god it wasn’t Liam, though, for he was much less merciful than Niall. Currently, Liam was watching with an amused face as Niall enjoyed his “present”, Zayn was recording the whole thing, and Louis was enjoying the birthday cake that they weren’t supposed to eat yet. Niall suddenly dug into Harry’s sides, making the younger boy cry tears of ticklish agony. “MAHA

“Emmy, it’s too tight,” Louis whined, and I chuckled. I don’t know how all the nicknames started, but each of them had two for me, and this was Louis’ preferred. “They’re skin tight, that’s how they work.” He frowned and thumped my forehead, so I thumped him back. He glared and darted off, but not until he had hit me again. I rubbed the fading mark, a faint smile on my face. He was the easiest to please, truth be told. “Who’s next?!” “Liam!” I nodded as he walked into the room, grinning at me. “Afternoon Cel,” he greeted me. “Hi Li,&rdquo

 “F-fired?” Harvey nodded, and my heart dropped. “Fired. You get to clean this up as your last job, Veronica will give you your check once you’ve finished.” “B-but sir-“ “No buts. Now go collect your things and Harvey and I will leave you to it.” I stood paralyzed until Jonny snapped his fingers and snapped, “Shoo!” I walked out of their office and closed the door behind me so I could sink down against it. My eyes scanned the enormous room behind my glasses: papers as far I could see, desks and bookshelves I could never lift on my own toppled over torn books, broken computer

Zayn had always had a natural flair for drawing- one which never ceased to amaze the boys- but he wasn’t so sure about painting. So naturally, he took the opportunity to sit down on a free day, and paint. It was all going relatively well; the young boy he was creating was going along nicely, and he was sure he still had the talent for painting. The only problem right now was that Liam had gotten bored and was now messing with him. “Li, come on, I’m really working hard on this,” Zayn complained, groaning in annoyance at the brunette. “Fine, I’ll stop,” Liam replied, swapping the navy paint his mate wa

-Zayn fought off a yawn. It was three minutes after midnight, and only he was tired. Liam rubbing his back didn’t exactly make it any easier to stay awake, but Zayn didn’t have the courage to tell them that he was tired; they’d tease him about it. Unfortunately for him, he was falling asleep rather obviously, and Louis took notice. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy, huh?” Zayn nodded, stretching for a moment, and then resettled, head lolled to the side. Niall rested his hand on Zayn’s shoulder and rubbed his neck softly. A tingle shot through the raven-haired lad, and he jerked his head to the side

Louis swallowed nervously. That’s what it felt like? No wonder the other boys didn’t like it. “I am?” Harry, seated next to him, reached over and scratched at his tummy. Louis jumped back, giggling slightly, and covered his stomach. “Yeah, definitely,” Harry concluded, poking at his now exposed side. Louis jumped back, and covered his sides. Zayn grinned and began copying Harry’s actions, making Louis giggle uncontrollably. “S-stahahap! Nahahat f-fahahair!” “How is this ‘not fair’,” Liam asked, squeezing the pressure point above Louis’ knee. “We&rsquo

Liam was stuck between Niall and Louis, who had made a game out of poking his sides to make him flinch. “S-stahap,” he choked out, getting up. Louis reached out and tazered him, making Liam jump away, holding his sides defensively. “Seriously, why do you like tickling me so much?” “It’s entertaining. Plus I’m not ticklish, so you can’t do anything.” Harry perked up, looking at Louis with doubt. “You grew up with four sisters, and they never tickled you.” Louis shook her head. “Never was either,” Zayn chimed in. “And you’ve got three sisters.”