Mallory.

Hello, my name is Mallory Horan. Thats's right... My brother is Niall Horan from One Direction. Right now I live with him and his bandmate and my bestfriend, Liam. Niall asked me to go on tour with him and the boys and I am beyond excited! A whole year with my brother, my best friend and the other boys. This should be fun. Only one problem... I'm pretty sure Harry has a thing for me.

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8. Roomies

When we arrived at the hotel I was relived for three reasons. 

1.) A shower 

2.) Sleep 

and 3.) No more screaming girls. 

 

I mean the fans are great and everything but come on. Could you not chase after us? 

 

I climbed out of the limo and went to the back to retrieve my bags. Mine were at the very bottom. 

 

Today is not my day. 

 

"I can get them for you." Harry volunteered. 

 

I smiled sheepishly. "If you insist." 

 

He chuckled and pulled out all the bags until he reached mine. 

 

"Thank you good sir." I replied while laughing. 

 

"Anytime." He replied with a smile. 

 

I kissed him on the cheek to show my gratitude. 

 

"Get it, Harry!" Louis yelled. 

 

I frowned. I looked over at Harry and his face was as red as a tomato. 

 

"Lou!" He complained. 

 

Louis started to laugh and Eleanor hit him in the arm. 

 

"Come on Mallory, we can share a room." Eleanor said. 

 

"Noooooo. You have to share with me." Louis said. 

 

"Everyone else has a roommate though. Who will I room with?" 

 

"Wrong Sir! Harold doesn't have a roomie yet!" Louis said and added a wink at the end. Harry looked to him with panic clearly showing on his face. 

 

"Uh, i don't think my brother would like that." 

 

"Oh come on Mallory! Loosen up! It's totally fine if you room with Harry." Niall said. 

 

Is he crazy? He is putting me in the same room as a boy that tried to kiss me a couple months ago? 

 

We all walked into the hotel and checked in. After getting the room keys, i found the lift and everyone found squeezed in. We were on the top floor. The lift "dinged" and we all went our separate ways exhausted from the flight. Harry found our room and opened the door. There was only one bed. 

 

Oh of course. 

 

"Um you can have the bed if you want it... I mean you're the girl so I should be a gentleman and let you have the bed unless you want the couch that is-" He rambled on and on. 

 

"You can have the bed." I stopped him. "You have a show in a few days. You need a lot of rest." 

 

I'm glad he didn't reject my offer. I am too tired to be arguing about sleeping arrangements. 

 

"We could share it if you'd like." He offered while scratching the back of his neck. 

 

"Erm, I guess that's alright. No funny business though..." I warned him.

 

He nodded in agreement. 

 

I grabbed some pajamas from my bag and headed for the bathroom. Finally a shower. 

 

15 minutes later I emerged from the steaming bathroom to find Harry fast asleep on the bed. When I say the bed, I mean the entire bed. 

All of it. I sighed. 

 

I guess I'm taking the couch. 

 

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