The Fight For Life

Morgan is a young 16 year old girl. She meets, or more likely sees, a member of 1D. She is tied to trouble an trouble is tied to her. When two people fall for her, she makes the love complicated, and has to choose between the two.


8. Get Use To It

 I scream and whip around, wide eyed.
"Easy Morgan!" I sigh relieved, it's only Harry. 
"You scared me... I-I thought..." I was cut off. Harry put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. He holds me tight and I hesitantly wrap my arms around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck.

"I know. You've been through a lot the last few days. I'm sorry I scared you." There's something in his voice that sounds off. It's like he's sad, almost blaming himself.
"Harry, it's okay. I'm fine know. I'm just going to be jumpy for a little. And what ever you think.. This didn't happen because of you." I pull back and look him sternly in the eye. I lightly kiss him on the cheek, reassuringly. He freezes for a moment. I pull back and realize he caught me snooping through everything. 

"I was just... Uh.." I stutter.
"Morgan, it's fine." He smiles. "I just wanted to tell you that I made chicken Alfredo..."

I completely forgot that Harry cooks! My stomach growls as if its thankful too. He laughs and turns to go.
"I'll be down in a second!" I call out to him.
I take one last look in the rehearsal room then shut the door. Practically running down the hall, then taking the stairs three steps at a time, I sit down at the center table in between Louis and Niall. Zayn is on the couch and Liam is sitting on the counter. Harry puts plates in front of us, almost over flowing with Alfredo. Immediately, I start shoving stuff in my mouth. The taste was amazing. It's like heaven you can eat.The noodles squish in your mouth and the chicken is crisp on the outside, and on w bite into, release a juicy flavor. The Alfredo is perfect, not to spicy, not to cheesy, the perfect balance. All the flavored combine is almost overwhelming. I don't realize that I'm eating so fast, my plate is empty. I push my plate away and lean back in my chair. 

"Harry that was per-" 
I look up and see everyone stark at me. Niall's fork clatters to the plate and his mouth is wide open... Still full of pasta. 
"Holy shit..." Niall says. I cringe and quickly close his mouth. I mean come on! Eww!
"What..." I ask, looking around. Did I do something wrong? Was I not suppose to start eating yet? I look back at the spotless plate in front of me. Clean of all food. 
"You ate... Faster then Niall.. And you ate more then him.." Liam mutters.

Niall stares at me in awe. I smile sheepishly and look down. Ive always been a girl with an appetite, but it's still embarrassing.  The room stays quiet for a little until Liam starts laughing and Harry claps loudly. I look up at them and they smile at me.

"Niall likes to be the king of eating..... but he was beat by a girl!" 
The look on Niall's face is hilarious, his plate is still 1/5 full. You knew, I could beat Niall at eating. 
After the meal, the boys quickly run off to where I don't know. I sigh, looking around the mess of a kitchen. There is plates everywhere with forks carelessly put by their side. Alfredo on the table and Zayn's plate still is by the couch. 
"Boys.. Will be boys." I groan and start picking the plates up. I don't know why I'm cleaning up, but I guess it's an instinct. Finally, the plates and forks are in the sink. Taking a wet washcloth I clean up every speck of food I can find. 

That's done. It only took a second but it's a lot nicer now then before. I notice that behind the stair case is a small hallway. Only two doors. Walking closer, I hear noise from one. I quietly open the door and find the boys.
Inside, is a huge tv and entertainment center. It has a wii, Xbox, AND play station. I squeal for joy, and zayn notices me. He laughs and the others turn around, seeing me.
The walls are covered in posters of video games and hands and stuff. I look around amazed.

"Well?" I hear Louis ask.
I turn to him, realizing he asked me something. All of the boys look at me waiting.
"I-I'm sorry..?" I blush softly. 
"I said, do you want to play?" Louis repeats, raising his eyebrow. 
"No I'm good..." I look at the screen, immediately recognizing Dead Space 3. They turn back to the screen continuing with the violence game of theirs. Wait... One, two... Three, four.... Only four. Where's Harry?


Harry's POV

I can't play video games, not right now. I slowly climb the stairs as Morgan and the boys talk. She's so pretty, but she doesn't see it. Hasn't she ever heard "just the way you are" by Bruno Mars? Or even Little Things! 
Sighing, I continue walking up the stairs. I knock quietly on my door, wait.. Zayn's downstairs. 

Walking in, I slam the door behind me, jump on my bed and lay down. A thousand things are on my mind and we have a concert in two days... I dot think I'm ready. This week is going by to fast. I plug in music and blast the music, letting my thoughts flood away by the beat of the drums and pounding of the bass. 

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