Rachel Stanford thought of herself of One Directions biggest fan. Then she meets them and her life drastically changes. Is she truly living the dream or will reality come back and hit her with a bang?


7. New Friends.

"So he told you that no one would ever like you because you're boring and you like, well, us?" Louis asked incredulously.

I nodded and laughed half heartedly. I really didn't want to be reminded on this afternoon.

"You're not boring," Liam shook his head before taking a gulp of beer.

"Definitely not," Harry winked at me. I grinned and nibbled on a leaf of lettuce. They'd sort of seen my fun side tonight. I'd played truth or dare with them and bogeys. It was really funny when Niall was dared to slap the waitress on the bum and she whirled round and thought it was me.

"Well, gentlemen, and ladies, I think we better wrap this up," Niall clapped his hands together and grinned. Everyone shrugged a mumbled agreements and shuffled out of the booth.

"Are you coming round to the hotel?" Zayn smiled.

"Tonight's movie night, exciting," Louis rolled his eyes sarcastically. Zayn smacked him on the head then grinned and turned back to me.

"So are you coming?"  

"Um..." I pondered. Why would a group of practically strangers, famous strangers, ask me over to where they're staying? I turned to Niall, suddenly realizing the conclusion. "Did you tell them about the thing with the place to stay?" I snarled.

"Psht, no. Why would tell them? Of course I didn't...." He trailed off as raised my eyebrows skeptically. "Okay I did but really there's no point wasting a perfectly good sofa bed!"

The boys laughed and I blushed and rolled my eyes. 

"I'll come round for a movie, I'm not staying," I said as we walked out of the restaurant.

It was weird, I thought girls would be running up to them asking for photos and autographs. I guess girls don't go out for 'dinner' at 10pm. Zayn dug in his jeans pocket and came up with a small silver key. He clicked the button on one of the key ring's and a big  black land rover bleeped across the road.

"I brought my car so I'll just meet you all there," Niall smiled and got his keys out of his pocket.

"Okay," Liam shrugged. "Are you coming with us?"

"Um..." I looked at Niall. He smiled, looking indifferent. 

"Go with Niall, he'll be all my himself," Harry pouted. 

"Okay," I smiled. Niall grinned and we walked over to his car. He opened the door for me and grinned then took my crutches and put them in the boot. He got in next to me and started up the car. Suddenly, a black land rover pulled up beside us. The window rolled down to reveal Zayn grinning.

"Race you there," He winked.

"Your on," Niall grinned back.

"Good luck!" Zayn called back as he zoomed off down the street.

"Shit," Niall whispered. He put the car into gear then sped after Zayn. I gasped as I was thrown against the seat and gripped onto it with both hands.

"Sorry," Niall grinned, not taking his eyes off the road.

Suddenly I was thrown forward as Niall braked for the red light. Zayn flashed his lights and sounded the car horn as he drove on, just missing the red light.

"Don't think we're going to win," Niall sighed. He reached forward and turned up the radio. 'Roger Rabbit' by 'Sleeping With Sirens' came on and I gently hummed the tune. This was my favorite song.

"Sing," Niall leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, making me shiver. I shook my head and hummed even quieter.

"I will hear you sing you know, I will find a way," He grinned as he leaned away and took off the brake as the light turned green.

"Good luck," I smirked.

We arrived at the hotel two songs later, the all boys leaning against Zayn's car. 

"You took your time," Louis grinned as we stepped out of the car. I completely forgot about my cast and took a step forward, misjudging the distance from the ground, and tripped. The ground rushed to my face too fast for anyone to help. I stretched out my hands in front of me instinctively and prepared myself for the impact. My hands touched the ground first, obviously, and scraped across the ground. They stopped my head absorbing the impact, but it still hit the ground, along with the rest of my body, before I could pick myself up.

"Crap," I muttered, trying to get up. Within seconds, a strong pair of arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me up. I smiled gratefully, not meeting his worried blue eyes. "Thank you," I said nonchalantly.

"Are you okay?" He frowned.

"Yep," I replied, keeping my cool. I slipped out of his arms and got my crutches from the car. Niall walked by my side, his hands flinching every time I stumbled. As we walked into the hotel, I gasped. The carpet was cream and soft and expensive paintings hung on the walls. The boys smiled at the receptionist as we walked towards the lift. She gave them all a big, white smile, that turned into a death glare as her gaze fell on me. I cringed away from her eyes and focused on a complicated painting full of swirls and different shapes. I could still feel her stare boring into my back as the lift doors opened. They had the penthouse suite, obviously. I hated lifts. All I could think of was those films where people fell down the shafts or get stuck in one and starve. I sighed in relief as it dinged and the doors slid open. There was just one single door and another lift in the hallway. 

"Who has the key?" Harry asked as he dug in his pockets.

Liam pulled a plastic card out of his back jean pocket and grinned. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Open it then," He prompted. Liam slid the card through the scanner then opened the door and held it open for us all. The room was amazing. They an open plan kitchen and living room, with a sofa and two arm chairs positioned around a flat screen with two big speakers and a fake fire. The kitchen had shiny black counters with glossy white cupboards with a black table with chairs around it in the middle. Very modern. Very expensive.

"This is-" 

"Big?" Liam grinned.

"Yeah," I gasped. The boys fell onto the sofas and Niall headed towards the kitchen. I stood there for a moment, then followed Niall. He was digging out Doritos, Coke, Vodka, and shot glasses. "Having a party?

He glanced up at me and grinned. "Just getting stuff for the movie."

"What are we watching?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"Paranormal Activity 2," He waggled his eyebrows. I froze and felt my jaw drop open. He saw my reaction and put everything on the table and came over to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I don't do horror."

He relaxed and took his hands off my shoulders. "No one does, that's why we're watching it"

"No, Niall. I can't." I shuddered.

"It's okay, you can just cuddle up with Niall," Zayn shouted from the living room. I took a deep breath and held up my middle finger, not turning away from Niall. The boys laughed but Niall glared at me.

"I'm not playing nice if their not," I shrugged. He grabbed the stuff from the table and ushered me across the living room.

"It'll be fine," He whispered. Louis, Liam and Niall settled onto the three seater, Niall glaring at Liam as he fell down between him and Louis. Zayn and Harry where on the armchairs while i stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor. Harry patted his knees and grinned. I pondered it for a moment then shrugged and walked over to him. He held out his arms and I rolled my eyes and perched on his knee lightly. He obviously had other ideas and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him. I yelped and pulled my skirt down self-consciously. I saw Niall looking at me out of the corner of my eye and focused on the screen. I immediately regretted it and cringed into Harry's chest. I felt his arms tighten around me and rolled my eyes. I stayed like that for the rest of the film, only moving when i heard light snoring. I sat up and saw the rest of the boys conked out in their seats and the screen was on the main menu. I tried to unwrap Harry's hands but just as I was free I felt him tense and he pulled me in.

"And where are you going?" He croaked in a sleepy voice. It was actually kind of sexy.

"My bums numb, I need to stand up." I replied

"Too bad, you're my prisoner."


He laughed. "You'll wake them up." I suddenly remember the rest were sleeping and clamped my lips together. He grinned and let me go. I creeped over to where Niall was sleeping and prised the Doritos from his hands. He stirred but didn't wake up.

"Can you get me a shot?" Harry asked.

I gave him the Doritos then went over to the small coffee table and open the vodka. Half of it was already gone. I poured him a shot then passed it over to him. 

"You not having one?" He smirked as he poured it into this mouth.

"Nope," I said, sitting down by his feet. I plunged my hand into the bag of crisps and munched on them.

"Why, don't you drink?"

"I drink, just not right now." I shrugged.

"Why not? Are you a pussy?" He laughed.

"I'm not a pussy!" I exclaimed. Liam, Louis and Zayn stirred and open their eyes.

"Shut up!" Louis moaned, covering his eyes. Liam hit him with a pillow and flopped back down. Louis then hit him back with the pillow, ending up with them having a pillow fight. Louis pinned Liam down and started smacking him with the pillow. Zayn threw a pillow at them both.

"Stop it, you're making my head sore." He said. He obviously had the first half of the vodka.

"Have a shot, Rachel." Harry said. 

"I don't want one."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't!"

"Why though?"

"Fine, I'll have a bloody shot!" I said hotly, grabbing the vodka and the glass he'd used. I filled it to the brim then threw it back. The liquid spread through my body quickly and I shivered. "Happy?"

"Yep," He grinned. "Now lets do one together."


Eight shots later, I was lying on Harry's chest on the floor, laughing. Somehow I'd agree to play strip twister with them. I was down to my vest top and my skirt, Harry had lost his shirt, Niall had no socks, Zayn had taken off his jacket, and Louis and Liam were still fully clothed.Harry laughed, making my body shake along with his. I giggled and got up and spun the arrow. 

"Left hand yellow!" Louis exclaimed. I reached under his chest and slapped my hand down. "Right hand red!" I laughed and crossed over so my other hand was just under his face. "And right leg green." I slid my other hand across.

"Harry's turn!" I shouted. He ended up crossing over me, his hands at either side. After all the boys had their go, i was the only one with my top still on. "I'm going to win!" I said in a sing-song voice. Then suddenly Harry fell down on top of me, laughing. "You did...that on...purpose!" I gasped in between giggles. "Watch my cast!"

"Rules are rules," He shrugged. He was down to his boxers.

"And you're out," I smirked.

"But you're not. Off!" He grinned. I rolled my eyes and pulled my vest top over my head. The boys gasped and I laughed.


"We're boys!" Harry shrugged. I reached for a shot on the table, this would be my eleventh. Niall's hand suddenly came on top of my own.

"I think you should leave it at that," He said. I shook it off.

"I think I can handle it," I smiled. I closed my eyes and downed it. When I opened my eyes everything was hazy. I blinked and it went away. "See?" I slurred. "Fine."

He rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'm going to bed."

"But how will I get home?" I protested.

"I don't know. Walk, get a lift off Zayn." He shrugged

"Fine." I stood up. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I took two steps back. "I'm off." I picked up my clothes and headed for  the door. 

"You can't go out like that!" Niall exclaimed.

"Like what?" 

"Eh you don't have a top on?"

I pulled my vest stop over my head. "Happy?" I pulled open the door and limped out into the lift. Harry came out after me and put his hands  between the closing doors.

"I'll walk you home." He smiled.

"We're both drunk, how is that going to work?"

"You're drunk. I'm not a lightweight." He grinned.

I thumped him on the shoulder but didn't protest when he came in and stood next to me. He'd pulled his jeans on but his shirt was still open. I stared at his abs and had an impulse to touch them. I put my hand out and he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him, pressing our bodies together. I ran one hand down his chest and over his muscles, feeling him shiver. I let go of his neck and put my hands up his back. He pulled out my ponytail and ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned and threw my head back as he moved down to my neck. The lift dinged and he pushed me against the side and pressed all the floor buttons and held the door shut button. I smiled. Somehow the idea of getting caught was strangely exciting. I slid off his shirt and he pulled my good leg up around his waist. Suddenly I was aware of his hand playing with the elastic of my skirt, slowly sliding down underneath. 

"Harry, we can't," I giggled.

"Why not?" He whispered against my throat. The lift pinged and stopped at another floor. "Come with me." He pulled me out of the lift and down the corridor, and stopped when he found a maid. "Can you give me a room? I'll just phone down to reception once you let me in. I promise," He gave her a bedazzling smiled. She thought for a moment then shrugged and pulled a few key cards out of her pocket.

"I use this one to sleep. You have this one. I will tell reception." She said in a thick Spanish accent.

"Thank you!" Harry called, already pulling me off down the corridor again. We stopped at a door and he slid the card through the reader. It beeped then turned green. He pushed open the door and pulled me inside. We stood there for a moment, then he pushed me against the door. He crashed his lips onto mine and slipped his hands under my vest. I hitched my leg up on his waist and he pulled up my other on and held me up. He steered me towards what turned out to be the bedroom and know.


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