8. No Longer Alone
"We don't feel safe about you living here alone." Louis says, and I roll my eyes. "Louis, I am eighteen years old. I've lived in California since I was sixteen. I'm fine." I protest, and Niall shakes his head.
"Nope. I'm not letting you stay here alone. This is a nice house. Wh- What if someone robs you and you're alone?" He raises his eyebrows, and I sigh.
"You are crazy. It's official. How about this? Niall, you can move in with me." I look at him, and Liam automatically disagrees. "No way. I am not letting you two do the frickle frackle every night." Liam argues and I sigh.
"What do you guys want me to do then?" I ask. "Why don't we all move in?" Zayn volunteers. "Okay. All in favor, say I." Liam says, and all four of them chime in to agree.
"Fine. You all start moving in tomorrow. But you have to spend the night tonight." I say. "YAASS SLEEPOVERS FOR ETERNITY!" Niall yells, and I laugh and hit him with my pillow.
Niall wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I lean back against him, and the other guys start to hoot and aww. I blush and bury my face in Niall's chest.
"Aww, she's blushing guys!" Zayn yells, and Niall throws a pillow at him. "Cut it man" Niall laughs.
"And then this girl throws her little sister on the stage! There is a three year old named Olivia on the stage, confused, but adorable, nevertheless." The boys all take turns telling stories, cutting each other off, finishing each other's sentences, and by the end I'm laughing until tears fall. This is my real family.