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.


11. Same Mistakes

~Holland's Pov~

"Holland, I'm finished!" I heard Cat call from my bedroom. I was currently sitting by the couch in our living room trying to stuff my huge wardrobe into my many suitcases.

"I'm not, so get your arse over here and heeellpp meeeee!" I whined at her.

I could practically see her rolling her eyes at me upstairs. Whateverz.

She bounded down the stairs happily, but froze when she saw my mess of a suitcase. "Holland, it's not going to fit if you shove it in there like that."

"Then help me!" I pouted. She laughed and approached me. She grabbed the rest of my clothes and began to fold them. After about 10 minutes she was finished. "Thank you." I said slowly.

We both grabbed our suitcases and dragged them out to the car, and put them in the boot. "Let's get to London!" I said hopping into the driver's side. Cat hopped in opposite me and we were off.

~Cat's Pov~

Away. Away from this place of pain, misery, and abondonment. I would never look back or return.

Out of the blue, I wondered what the boys were up to right now. Were they eating, signing autographs on the streets, on Twitter? Hey, I know it sounds stalkerish, but I'm sure everyone has wondered that at least once right?

Here I was, just a small girl lost in the crashing sea of the world. I felt out of place. I had been dealing with inner turmoil for years now, and no one suspected at thing.

My thoughts were interrupted by Holland. "We're only five minutes away! Eeeep!" she squealed.

I think the time is finally right . . . "Hey Holland?"


"Umm, I never told you this and I think you should probably know. I haven't told anyone..." I said warily.

"Shoot." she said giving me a crooked smile.

"Liamkissedme." I blurted.

"What?! When?" she half shouted.I saw a twange of jealousy in her eyes, and a pang of guilt in mine.

"The day we met One Direction, but it didn't mean much to me, I swear!" The words hurt me when they came out of my mouth. Sure, it did mean something, but more to Liam. . .

The little glimpse I had seen of her rare jealous side, had vanished now, and I was glad for that.

"Oh, okay." she said.

"Awwwh, does someone have a little crush on LiLi?" I asked in a baby voice.

"Not even." I saw she a blushing a bit.

"You're blushing. Admit it. Or I'll tell Liam himself." I threatened. If she really didn't like him, she wouldn't have cared. But the reaction she gave me said it all.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I would, I can, and I will." I told her.

"Ugh, fine."

"Fine what?"

"I have a crush." she said boredly.

"On who, might I ask?"

"I Holland Weiss, am crushing on, the extraordinary," she started with her right hand over her heart. "And not to mention extremely fit," she muttered that under her breath not thinking that I heard it, but oh, dumb girl, I did. "Liam James Payne, of One Direction."

"That's the answer I was looking for!" I said brightly. Oh, this is going to be fun...

I looked back out the windshield as she turned right onto a smaller slightly less crowed street. "Look, Look, Omigosh look! It's our apartment building!" I was pointing to an olive green stuccoed apartment building, that was about 8 stories tall. Yay.

"Yes, I've seen it before in pictures. Calm your tits." She told me that it had beds, a kitchen, and living room, furnished. We just had to buy plates and kitchen stuff and sheets to fill the empty space.

She pulled off to the side of the road and parked. We grabbed our suitcases out of the boot, and walked to the lobby. It seemed like we were staying at a hotel.

Holland talked to the desk lady and she handed us two house keys. "Don't lose those, we don't make spares."

I nodded and walked to te elevator with Holland. "The room is on the eighth floor, number 8B. Don't forget that."

I raced out of the elevator and towards our flat. 8B. I unlocked the door and opened it up to see a nicely decorated medium size flat. It had three bedrooms. I ran down a hallway where the bedrooms were and claimed on with windows facing the city. "I call this room!" I yelled.

"Fine!" Holland yelled back. I plopped on the bare bed and rested for a minute before I jumped back up and walked to the front door.

"I'm gonna check out the building 'kay?" and by check out, I mean wander the halls aimlessly and do weird things in the elevator.

"Um, okay?" she said.

I walked out into the hall and into te elevator. I stopped on every floor before deciding I wanted to go back home. Home. That sounded nice.

As I walked back towards our flat, I saw something that made my day a million times better.


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