They Don't Know About Us

Ryan's POV-

"So, what was your name?" The dark one asked.

"Ryan." I smiled.

"I'm Zayn, by the way. The blonde one was Niall."

I nodded and took a sip from my coffee.

"Are you homeless?" Louis asked abruptly.

"Louis, you can't ask that." Liam scolded. "That's rude and no she's not."

"I'm sorry. I haven't heard her story yet. I'm confused."

Even when Louis was distressed, his voice still sounded cheerful.

I explained my situation and they all said I could stay with them as long as I needed.

These boys were nice, a bit different, but in a refreshing way.

Harry walked in to the room "Morning." His voice was even deeper than the previous night and a little more raspy. "Have the boys been nice to you?"

"Yes, perfect angels."

"Glad to hear it."

"So, what's your guys story?" I questioned.

The group of boys looked at me strangely, like I was speaking another language.

"What do you mean?" Niall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like, you don't look like you're all related. So, how do you all know each other?"

"Harry, how do we all know each other?" Zayn asked Smirking.

"We all are friends we go back a couple years... Uh, we play music together."

"Oh really? That's pretty cool."

"Harry, I like this girl. You should keep her around." Louis said winking at Harry.