Then the rest of the boys come in from outside. "Hey babe," Harry sits down by be on the couch.
"Hi Haz," that's Harry's nickname I gave him. Really it's Hazza, but only on special occasions.
"Oh, Rosie," Louis says.
"The ortho called. You can stop wearing your Invisalign."
"Thanks for telling me."
"You're welcome," he sits down on the recliner.
I hand the guitar to Niall, "Be right back," I get up and go to my room. Take out my Invisalign, and put it in it's special case. Then I get my glasses out. I never wear them in public or around new people. But I haven't worn them for a while. So I put them on, and go back to the living room. Sitting back down on the couch. All the boys are focused on the TV. They're playing a video game. I lean up against Harry, and look up at his face. It's adorble. His eyebrows burrowed together. Eyes focused on the game. Lips pushed together in a straight line.
I see his eyes dart and look at me. Then his lips form a smile.
The game ends and everyone looks at me. "Nice glasses," Harry says.
"Thanks," I say.
"Are they real?" Niall asks.
All the boys go back to the game, but Harry. He then whispers to me, "Follow me."
Both of us get up; Harry leading the way. Down the hall, and to a room I've never entered.