Zayn pulled up in front of my flat at 4:00 in the morning. Apparently it's a long ride to London from Bradford. "Can't Maddie come?" I asked impatiently. I honestly love my cousin, but I don't want to live in a house that makes me feel uncomfortable in for a whole year. And by having Maddie there, I'll be less awkward. "Maybe next week. But for now, you need to get to know the guys."
We pulled up in front of a ginormous white mansion. It was in a secluded neighborhood with iron gates surrounding it. "I'll grab your bags, you can go in and introduce yourself." Zayn said as he pushed me out of the car.
I walked in, but one of the guys, Harry I think came in and said,
"WOH!! PAUL! We have a crazy fan in our house!" I looked at him in disgust. Full of himself much? "Comme des FUCK DOWN!!" He looked at me in shock. "I'm not a fan. The names Hannah. Hannah Malik"