Waking up in Keegan’s guest bedroom was strange - the sheets were a little itchy, the pillows not plump enough. She had forgotten to close the blinds before falling asleep the previous night so LA’s morning sun shone directly over her face. Feeling as if she had woken up from a deep sleep, the unpleasant dream she had had still settling over her uncomfortably, Troian rolled over and sat up to grab the robe she had brought from home. It was only eight in the morning but it wasn’t as if she’d be falling back asleep anytime soon so Troian slipped her robe on and walked out of the room.

Checking in to make sure Phillip and Sophia were okay, Troian noted with surprise that they were still asleep. Normally, they were rushing into her room with whispered requests to, “Wake up, mommy!” and turning on the living room television to get their daily dosage of cartoons. But it had been a late night last night, everyone sitting up to talk about Keegan’s departed feline friend and it had been the early hours of the morning when the house drifted off to sleep.

Puck's eyelid rolled back when a sliver of light hit him square in the eye. The air in his room felt thick and smelled like... bad perfume? Looking over his shoulder without rolling over, he caught just a flash of blond hair and the night before came back to him. He'd bought her a few drinks and she'd been all over him. Somehow, laying in his bed, she looked less hot. And why the fuck was she still there? Puck wasn't the kind of guy who was going to kick a girl out of bed but most girls who were one night stands got that they were suppose to leave after the sex. Especially when he rolled over and fell asleep without talking or anything.

Stepping out of the shag pad, Harry closed his eyes shut and put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. A small, throaty groan escaped his lips. He knew he was in for one massive hangover after last night and he definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with one last night. After a wild night in the shag pad with Noah, Harry was absolutely drained. She wasn't kidding when she said they'd be at it all night long. Rubbing his aching eyes, he cleared his dehydrated throat and made his way out of the shag pad in nothing but his swimming trunks. He needed a good shower and a few more hours of sleep. Everyone was probably asleep by now so he didn't worry much about running into someone and having to explain everything. He was used to this scenario. Running a hand through his messy, curly hair, he pulled the back door open and looked around before walking in. Rubbing his burning eyes once again, he wasn't aware when he bumped into the last person he wanted to in this house. Looking up, he spotted Amy right in front of him- "Amy" Harry started, his voice still husky and throaty "I uh- I didn't see you there" he managed to say, dragging his tongue over his chapped lips.

Zayn: Scrolling through his phone, Zayn heard a light tap coming from his door followed by a voice he hadn't heard in weeks. He set the small device down on the nightstand after locking it and made his way over, opening the door. "Pinkberry girl," He chuckled cheerfully and pulled her into a tight hug. "Where have you been hiding? I've been starving since we got back from Paris." The boy pulled away and stepped aside, letting Zoe walk past him and into the bedroom her shared with Cara.

Zoe: A smile appeared on Zoe's face when the door was opened and her friend was revealed. She wrapped her arms around his torso and she returned his tight embrace. "Hey, you." She replied before she let him go and she ventured into his bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. "I'm not the one who's been in hiding, mister. You have? That's your own fault." She chuckled teasingly.

Zayn: "Nice jumper, by the way," Zayn commented, shaking his head. He was surprised she hadn't lost it at this point; he expected it to be buried under piles of her clothes by now. "Gotta keep my mysterious persona up, don't I?" He joined her on the bed, sitting in the same spot her was in a few seconds ago. "So, what's going on, babe?"

Zoe: "Thanks." She smirked, raising her eyebrows. She basically lived in his jumper ever since he had first given it to her to borrow and seeing as the weather only seemed to be getting cooler, she couldn't see that changing any time soon. "I guess you're right." She nodded her head. Zoe turned over so that she was on her stomach and she propped herself up on her elbows. "Not a lot, really. What's new with you?" Zoe asked, allowing a sigh to escape her lips.

Zayn: Zayn smiled, a completely different aura consuming him. He recollected a few events from the past week and all he could possibly come up with on the spot was Rita. His mind had focused on solely one girl for more than twenty-four hours, which was new to him. Of course, there was Perrie as well, whom often slipped into his mind here and there when he least expected it. "Well, I mean.. there's this girl I met a few days ago, but we'll talk about that later. I know something interesting has happened with you these past few days."

Zoe: Zoe's gaze shifted towards Zayn as she returned his question. It looked as though his mind had completely left this universe and wandered into a different train of thought and a cheesy smile toyed on his lips. Zoe mimicked his smile as she realized how happy he looked. "There's a girl?!" Zoe questioned, excitement dripping from her voice. In the back of her mind she was hoping that the girl he was referring to was Perrie but she knew that there was a possibility that it could be somebody else. "I don't recall something interesting happening to me?" She said, unsure of what he was talking about.

Zayn: Zayn's smile soon faded as he raised a brow instead. "Really? Nothing at all?" Usually something interesting happened every time, though clearly not in Zoe's case. "What have you done all week, then? Eat cups of frozen yogurt?" He sighed, seeing as though he had no other choice than to tell her about what happened a few nights ago. "Alright, well, there's this girl I met, right? I think I may or may not have feelings for her, but I'm not entirely sure."

Zoe: "Not really." She laughed, shaking her from side to side. There were a few things that had happened since she had spoken to him but she felt as though none of them were worthy of being shared. "As a matter of fact, no. I haven't had frozen yogurt since Paris actually." She said, furrowing her brows at him. Zoe shifted in her position slightly before she stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Really?" Zoe asked, her eyes bright. "Care to tell me who this girl is?" She smirked.

Zayn: Zayn found himself fiddling with anything he could get his hands on. He moved over so that he was now laying on his side with his palm planted against the side of his face for support. The corners of his mouth tugged up into a smile, just knowing that he name would come out of his mouth in a matter of seconds. "Um.. it's Rita."

Zoe: Zoe could tell that Zayn was slightly nervous to tell her who it is that he could possibly have feelings for but that seemed to change as his mouth formed a small smile. "Rita?" Zoe questioned, unsure of whether she had heard him correctly. She had heard that the two of them had hung out before but she wasn't expecting her name to be the one that fell from his lips.

Zayn: "Yeah.. Rita Ora?" Zayn added, nodding his head. He expected his friend to be a little more uplifting when he told her, or at least act like it. He wasn't aware of any problems the two had between each other, if there were any, but he could sense her uncertainty nonetheless.

Zoe: "I know which Rita your referring to." She said, her tone becoming softer and more quiet. She wasn't sure why she wasn't exactly thrilled over the situation but something about them two being together gave her a bad feeling. She was happy that Zayn seemed to happy but she didn't think that he was making the right choice. "Are you sure? I mean, you haven't known her all the long."

Zayn: Zayn's brows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I am. I know how I feel, and I like Rita." Even though she was right about the two not knowing each other for too long, Zayn just had a good feeling about her. His little crush on her would eventually blossom into something more, he was sure.

Zoe: "I'm just asking. Sometimes we can be confused about the way we feel, you know?" She said, sensing that he was becoming defensive about the topic. Zayn was one of Zoe's closest friends in the house and she cared about him which is why she felt as though it was her duty to tell him how she thought that he was making a mistake. "I don't think she's right for you" Zoe spoke.

Zayn: Zayn was taken back from her statement. He sat up and looked at her, not once breaking eye contact. It absolutely angered him when people told him what to do, but it was a completely different story when people disagreed with what he wanted, even if they meant no harm by it. "And you seem to know what is, right?" He replied sharply and tilted his head to the side. "You know, of all people, I expected you to be happy for me."

Zoe: Zoe immediately regretted what she had said. She should've just let him do what he wanted and she should've let him figure things out on his own but she felt like if she did that then she wouldn't of been furfilling her duty as his friend. "I'm just looking out for you, Zayn." She sighed, sitting up and crossing her legs underneath her. "If you're happy, then I'm happy. I just think that you could do so much better."

Zayn: "Better?" Zayn repeated, a little more offended than before. "She's the best I've gotten in a while, if you must know. There's nothing wrong with her, for fuck's sake - Rita is completely fine." His skin burned with rage as he tried to remain calm in front of Zoe. Though they were bickering at the moment, he know that buried under all of this, they were still friends. But he didn't seem to be able to look past what she had said to him moments ago.

Zoe: "Why are you so mad? I haven't said one negative thing about you." Zoe said. She hadn't meant to upset him or make him mad, she had good intentions and she was only thinking of him. "If you say so." She said, shrugging her shoulders. Zoe broke her gaze away from his and she glanced around the room, avoiding his eye contact at all costs. "If you like her then go for it, I just don't trust her." She spoke softly.

Zayn: "I bet you don't even know her like that." Zayn bit back, narrowing his eyes at the girl before him. He seemed to be putting his all into defending Rita, which was something he didn't do very often, especially when it came to people he knew for less than a month or so.

Zoe: "I know her enough to base an opinion on her." Zoe said, still averting her gaze from him. Zoe stood from her position and she placed her hands on her hips. She wasn't sure what to say or do next, she didn't want to make things worse.

Zayn: "And what could that be? That she's a snobby little bitch who thinks she runs the place, yeah?" Zayn raised his voice and sat up, swinging his legs off the bed so they were planted at the side. "She's not like that. Far from it, love - I'll tell you that."

Zoe: "I never said that, Zayn." Zoe said, shaking her head. She didn't think that about Rita at all. Zoe let out a sigh and she shakily ran her fingers through her hair. "All I said was that I thought you could do better. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Sorry for caring." She said softly.

Zayn: "So you're saying she isn't good enough for me, is that it?" Zayn scoffed and shook his head, staring down at the carpet beneath him. "It's nice of you share your little opinion, but I don't want it, so you should've kept it to yourself."

Zoe: "I honestly don't understand why you're so offended. But, whatever." Zoe said, letting out a deep breath to show her frustration. "I don't even know why I bothered. I guess this is what I get for trying to be a good friend." She said, shaking her head, letting out a soft scoff.

Zayn: "I'm offended because I thought you'd actually be proud for me, but clearly I was wrong. I'm happy, Zoe, isn't that what really matters here?" Zayn tried to reason with her, shaking his head.

Zoe: "Have you not been listening to anything I've been saying? I said that if you were happy then I was happy. All I was trying to do was look out for you." She said, finally looking over at him.

Zayn: "That isn't what it looks like," He shrugged and looked back at her. He could sense that she was somewhat frightened of the sudden rise of his tone, which almost saddened him. "I think you should go."