Emmeline pushed her fingers through her hair sighing, she'd torn her entire room apart and still hadn't found what she was looking for. The book had to be there somewhere. She didn't know where, but it had to be somewhere.
Did I lend you my copy of Game Of Thrones? She texted Liam, it was sad that she'd had so much going on she couldn't even remember if she'd lent the book out or not. But she did know if there was one person she would've lent it to it would've been him. She knew that Zayn liked to read and all but he also had his own copy that he hadn't finished read, mostly because he wouldn't let her talk to him about it so she didn't spoil anything, so surely she'd just given them to Liam and there was nothing to worry about.
Niall knew he shouldn't let the fact that Harry obviously had a thing for his girlfriend bother him, because it wasn't like Harry was hitting on her right there in front of him or anything like that. The thing was though that it did bother him, it bothered him because he'd thought Harry was his friend and the last thing Niall wanted was for his friend to steal his girl. Plus girls always liked Harry more than him. He hadn't to be insecure and shit, but it was true. Harry had the dimples and the curls, and the girls always loved him more. Sure Niall had the Irish accent and the blue eyes but well Harry was Harry. He finally just told himself to stop thinking about it as he headed towards Isabella's apartment.
[ Well here we are. I'm just not gonna post for Harry right now, and I'll add him into my next post because I'm kind of tired and have no idea what to do with him right now. ]