He'll Kill You.

Eve's POV

"Evelyn Imogen Reilly. Get your butt out of bed this exact instant."
I groan in reply. This boy should know that it's gonna take more than that to wake me up. "I'm not kidding. You know how much I'm really not kidding." And with that, he pulled my sheets off of me. I sat up with a start.
"You little fucker!! It's cold in here!!" I screech. He just smiled and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek.
"Eh. I've heard worse outta you by now. C'mon it's 10:30. Ni and Zayn are coming over soon with pancakes." This got my attention.
"Piggy back ride?" I begged as if I were three. He rolled his eyes, but lifted me up anyway. He carried me out of my bedroom and onto the sofa. "Thank you Harry." I smiled up at him.
"Np problem, love." He plopped down next to me and handed over a controller. Ah. So that's why the boys are coming over. For some good old FIFA.

Being Harry Styles best friend was tough for a while. Heck, it still is! With all the paps that follow me around everywhere, I'll bet they think I'm actually Harry's girlfriend or something. But throughout the X Factor, I was there. Behind the scenes, sure. Waiting for him to Skype after a show, watching every episode he preformed, following the video diaries like if was my job, just to hear his voice. now that we share a flat, it's all better.

"Eve, please get on some clothes. I don't want the boys drooling over you." Harry glanced over at me as he set up the X-Box.
"Okay, one: I'm wearing Nike Pros and a pinnie. I'm pretty sure that counts as clothes. Two: they aren't all coming over. Only Niall and Zayn. Three: they won't drool." I stated. I wasn't going to go change. Over my dead arse.
Harry sighed. "Okay. But all you're wearing under that pinnie is a sports bra and as much as I hate to say it, the other boys caught wind and decided to join. Well, not Liam. He's visiting Sophia's parents this weekend." I rolled my eyes.
"Not gonna happen. Sorry, Styles."

At that, the door to our flat banged open. "Fuck! Why do they even have keys?!" I complained.
"Sorry, babe." Zayn leaned over the side of the couch to kiss me on the cheek. "Did Haz force you out of bed to visit with us?"
"No. He forced me out of bed so I could help him kick your arses at FIFA." I smugly answered, standing up from the couch. "I'm making tea. Anyone want?" Everyone but Louis said no.

"Dammit, Harry. Doesn't she even own real clothes?" Louis asked as I strode past him, flipping him off.
"I tried to warn her!!" I heard ring from the living room. I ignored the remarks and stepped over to the kettle. Niall was by the microwave, heating up the pancakes.
"Hello beautiful." He looked up smiling at me. When he registered my outfit, his eyebrows rose up, but he just smiled and shook his head. Glad someone around here has (finally) adjusted to my pajamas. I went over to hug him, but stopped when I saw him try to hide a snicker and glance quickly over my shoulder.
"What?" I questioned. He shook his head as if to say 'who me? oh nothing'. I gave him a skeptic look, but went in for the cuddle anyway. Man, that kid gives almost as good hugs as me! I pulled away, only to be grabbed from behind.

I screamed as Harry wrestled a pair of his sweatpants onto me. "Fuck off!! God, you're such a dickhead!"
"Maybe, but I got the pants on you, didn't I?" I just stomped away.
"You had better make me that tea or you're completely screwed." I called.

Notes

Okay.



Yea humph. Not really sure what to think of it yet.

Well…here's hoping!!