Affection

Cat is ecstatic to see the city of London for a concert- but when she is reunited with an old friend, what could possibily go wrong? . . . And as for a certain blonde haired blue-eyed boy, change is in the air.

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3. One Thing

~Cat's Pov~

*4:00*

Holland was gonna pick me up anytime soon. We were going to drive to London, and it would take approximatly two hours and twenty-one minutes. Yeah, I know. I'm a total nerd when it comes to Maths.

Soon I heard the screech of car tires on my driveway. I grabbed my suitcase and stood by the front door.

"Mum! I'm going to London for four days!"

"Whatever. Don't get killed." I heard in response. Yeah, she really doesn't care about me and it's kinda sad.

Today was Friday, so four days meant cutting school on Monday, and I could deal with it.

I ran out the door with my things and saw Holland in the front seat of her Mini. Yep. She had a Mini Cooper, as her parent were crazy rich. An when I say rich, I mean rich.

"Hey Holland!" I said putting my stuff in the boot with hers. "You ready?"

"Hell yeah, am I ready! Get your ass in the car so we can go!" I did as I was told, and we were off.

After blasting the radio, singing along, and many pit stops at dairy queen and one at Nando's, we were finally in the great city of London, England.

"Wow, the city's so amazing." I said in awe of the humongous city. "Let's get to our hotel then." Holland has been to London many times before, and I was always jealous. We had both promised to one day move into a, little flat here. She kept driving until we reached a nice hotel. We parked, and grabbed our luggage while heading towards the foyer.

"What's this?" I asked her puzzled.

"I'm not entirely sure." Surrounding the lobby, were hundreds of screaming girls. I shrugged and we continued to try and weave our way through all the girls.

"Excuse us! Please move! Don't make me hit you with this!" I said trying to be nice at first, but gradually growing angrier. Why were all these stupid teenagers here?

Then Holland screamed. And it was loud enough for all the people in China to hear. The whole crowd silenced, and now you could hear a pin drop.

"Wow! I didn't think you had it in you!" I said, as she smiled smugly. "Excuse us, but we really need to get to our rooms, and I doubt that all of you are staying here." Some of them whispered to each other and distinctly heard the words, 'the boys' repeated many times. Who were they talking about? I may be a blonde but, I should be able to infer who they are. . . Then they all parted like the Red Sea. Like, no joke.

We walked up to the reception lady and gave her our reservation. She gave us our room keys and we walked to the lift.

Once we were on the floor where our rooms were, we ran with a giddy feeling.

"Yay!" Holland said when the door burst open revealing a nice suite. A huge one, actually. . . "Let's watch a film!"

We both skipped off and took turns changing in the bathroom. Once we both had our pjs on, we ran to where the telly was.

"Guess what I brought. . ." she said grinning.

"A pelican buried in a hot fudge sundae?" I asked her.

She started to crack up. "No silly, Mean Girls!"

"Ermigod." I said. "You didn't." Mean Girls was our all-time favourite movie. We knew all the words to it. By heart.

In the middle of the film, we started to hear loud thumps and voices coming from the room next over. After about thirty minutes of it, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Pause the film, I'm going next door to see what's up with whoever those people are. . ." I stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Wait for me!" Holland said. She scrambeled to pause it and jumped up right beside me.

We approached the door to where the sounds were coming from. "Knock on three. One. .Two. .Three!" I said and we knocked in unison.

After about 10 seconds the door opened, and something cold and white hit me in the face. "What the h. . .?" I started to say but someone interrupted me.

"Please don't shout!" I wiped the ice cream off my face, (Yes, it was ice cream, I tasted it.) and saw Niall Freaking Horan of all people standing there with a worried look on his face. "I'm sooooo soooo sorry!"

"It's fine." I said cooly. At least I tied my hair in a bun. . . My hair was indeed in a neat ballet bun at the back of my head.

He nodded once as to process what I had just said before he spoke again. "How'd you get our room number?" He said it very quickly. "Who told you?"

Holland stared at him. "Why do you care, and why do you think you're so important?" We always thought it would be hilarious to mess with them, since not very many people didn't know who they were.

He openedd his mouth to object, but closed it again. "You were being very disruptive." I scoffed. Then Louis came out of the room. He almost burst out laughing at the sight of me covered in vanilla ice cream.

"So you're the one I hit with the ice cream. . ." he said.

Holland rolled her eyes. "What does it matter to you?"

Lou gestured to himself and Niall. "We are part of a pop boy band called One Direction." He said smugly.

"And what? You expect us to give you special treatment?" He looked like he had been slapped in the face, and Niall just looked plain uncomfertable.

"Won't you come inside, so you can get. . .cleaned up?" Niall asked me. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and was mesmerised. Pictures really didn't capture the vividness of the hue. . .

Holland answered for me. "Sure, but if you guys are rapists, I took ju-jitsu."

I walked in with them to find Zayn lounging alone on a love seat.

"Oh, hello. . ." he said when he saw us.

"Girls, this is Zayn, Zayn they are. . . I'm sorry I don't even know your names." Man, he did have Irish charm.

"I'm Cat, and this is Holland." I said.

Zayn smiled and Niall handed me a wet paper towel, which I wiped my face with.

Then Harry decided to enter the room. He took one look at Holland, and I knew what was coming.

"Hey, I'm Harry, and did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" she said boredly.

"When you fell from heaven." He expected her to blush, like every other girl, but I knew she wouldn't

"No," she said with a meschevious smile growing on her face. "But I scraped my knee crawling out from hell." Harry's face paled.

"Oh and by the way, I'm Niall, Niall Horan."

"And I'm Louis Tomlinson!" I had feeling he had taken a liking towards Holland. Only as a friend though-

"Since everyone is introducing themselves, I'm-" a voice said. I instantly reconised it.

"Liam!"

I ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug. I looked up at him, and he had a slightly puzzled look upon his face. Then, he smiled.

"Cat!" he said. "I can't believe it's you! It's been two years now. . .I'd thought you'd forgotten about me. . ."

Now it was my turn to be confused. "Huh? I've been texting you nonstop!"

". . .No you haven't."

He unlocked his iPhone and showed me my contact. there were no texts. The last one dated back to about one and a half years ago.

What is going on?!

 

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