Cats, Kisses, And Wagon Wheels. *finished*

One Direction, a band that was formed during the 2010 X Factor. Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson. Oh right, and Charlie Hunter. You didn't know about her? The Wagon-Wheel-addict with the curly hair? Well, I doubt anyone will tell you too much then. After all, what happens in the house, stays in the house. (Silver in the M Factor Competition) "This story is so hilarious, and it's already my favourite." - " amazing story, full of romance, drama, teenage life and loads more! The storyline is amazing, the characters are easy to visualize." - "An all around perfect book, even though it's a fanfiction!"

--Written for my cousin-in-law, Lottie, who wanted to have a One Direction Fanfic for her birthday. You are welcome.--


7. For My Frog.

In Which Charlie Cries And Makes Quite A Lot Of Food.


“Charlieeeeee!” Niall came running out of the house, tackling me into a hug. “Did you bring Nando’s?” He asked.

“Sure did.” Zayn handed him one of the bags and Niall instantly started getting out Chicken Wings.

“You’d get on too well with this girl in my school. She’s addicted to Nando’s, every Take Out Day she got at least a bucket from Xscape.”

“What’s Xscape?” Liam asked, hugging me briefly.

“Oh, it’s some mall,” Zayn answered for me, getting my suitcase out of the car. “I’ve been there.”

I nodded. “It has indoor skiing and all. And an Ark shop, so I can buy Hearts And Bows. And it’s actually the only place we can go on the weekend; it’s only ten minutes away from my school.”

Zayn almost dropped my suitcase on Harry’s foot. “Wait, you’re going to that Quaker school?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

He started cracking up, pointing at Harry. “Oh God, that’s so classy. SO classy. Harry, she’s from a Quaker school! They’re basically raised by nuns!”

“Hey, they’re not nuns!” I said. “But I was raised by proper nuns until I was twelve,” I added, causing everyone to laugh.

“You’re doomed, Harry!” Liam patted his shoulder.

I shrugged, laughing, and hugged Anne.

“See you later, Anne, it was so great meeting you again!”

“Bye, Charlie, watch out with those boys.” She smiled, hugging her son one last time and driving away.

“So, who wants food?” I asked.

The guys were inside faster than I could say Nando’s, and I found them munching away on the chicken in the kitchen. I giggled and put the shopping away, making myself a Cheese And Pickle Sandwich quickly.

When I sat down, squishing myself into the small space between Harry and Liam, the former handed me a bag.

“Here,” he said when he had swallowed. “I had to protect this with my life—is that a sandwich?”

You could think he was going to start crying.

“Sorry, curls, I’m a veggie,” I explained, patting his head, which wasn’t quite that easy seeing as he was a lot taller than me.

“But you can—” And the bag was gone.

I could see what they’d meant now, Niall as much as inhaled that stuff.

“How can you be a vegetarian?” Louis asked.

“Yes, how can you not eat Nando’s?” Niall asked so fazed I was actually wondering if this meant he’d never talk to me again.

I shrugged and bit into my sandwich. “I had two sheep when I was a kid, from when they were lambs on. One day my I asked what that meat was and my Dad was like ‘Oh, it’s Hugo, sweets’. I almost cried. So I just don't see the point of people saying they don't eat cats because those are pets alright, but then again they eat fluffy cute lambs. Disgusts me.—Hey!”

I slapped Harry, who had taken a bite out of my sandwich, on the side of his head.

“This is delicious!” He managed to say through a full mouth and I grinned.

“I do try, hun.”

“Taking away my boobear, are you, Charlie?” Louis pouted.

I grinned evilly, clutching Harry’s head to my side. “He shall be mine!” I said in a creepy voice, eventually cracking up.

“Uhm, Charlie?”

“What is it, Liam?”

“You’re kind of pressing Harry’s head into your boobs. Not that I think he minds, but…” I let go of Harry abruptly as if he was a hot potato.

“Liam, must you spoil everything!” Louis screeched.

“Oh, he’s not the first one,” I grinned.

My phone chirped and I shoved the last bite of my sandwich into my mouth, opening the text.

Frog: Already looked into your suitcase?

No, I texted back, getting up now, text you in a sec.

“Guys, where did you put my suitcase?” I asked.

“Door,” Zayn said between two bites.

“… Okay!” I said awkwardly, standing up. “Which room is mine?”

No answer.

“I’ll let you know, I will unpack on the floor.”

Still no answer.

“You’ll have my bras lying around in the corridor.”


“Fine with me…” I trailed off. “STRIPPER!” I screamed, causing all of them but Niall to look up. I grinned. Worked every time.

“Which room is mine?”

“You can have my sister Gemma’s, her name’s on the door.” Harry answered.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“It’s on the first floor,” he grinned meanly.

“Kay, cheers!” I called, already getting my suitcase and heaving it up the stairs. The guys were looking at me in shock, then Liam got up, taking my suitcase from me.

“You really shouldn’t have to do that,” he argued.

I shrugged. “We didn’t have an elevator in my school, and there were way more stairs, at least for the U6.” I flexed jokingly, showing my biceps, and he laughed.

“Wow,” I breathed when I saw my arms in a mirror. “That is so… not attractive.” My arms looked a bit like Madonna’s.

“I guess this is your room,” Liam said stopping in front of a door.

I flashed him a smile. “Cheers, Liam, you can go finish your food now, I’m fine.”

He shrugged. “I might as well help you if you still need anything, I doubt there’s any left.” He went into the room with my suitcase, sitting down on the bed.

“Wow, this is so much nicer than Harry’s room.”

I laughed. “Where are you guys all sleeping?” I asked.

“There’s the master bedroom, Harry’s, and a guest bedroom. Two of us share, all’s fine. Harry’s with Louis, Zayn and I share the guest bedroom, and Niall has Harry’s because nobody wants to share with him.”

I raised my eyebrow.

“He farts a lot,” Liam explained. I made a mental note to stay as far away from Niall’s bum as possible.

“And Curls gave him his room?”

“Well, he didn’t want anyone else to sleep in his parent’s room for sure, and it’s the only single room. Apart from yours.”

“Which is amazingly pretty, though not as classy as my old one,” I laughed.

“What’d your old room look like?”

“Well, I’m rarely ever at home, but my room there’s just amazing, quite artsy. But I was actually talking about my room at school. You know, I’d thought Junior Corridor was awful, but then I was in Middle Corridor for five of my six terms of Sixth Form, and that’s just crazy. It’s nice; because we’ve at least got taps, but we had something we called the epic wall.” I grinned, unpacking a photo of Della and me, laughing and pointing to a wall that was completely wrecked, there was paint coming off everywhere.

I thought I heard Liam gasp, but I’d probably misheard.

“Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to me on the photo. “She looks kind of like you. Your sister?” I had crazy hair on it, it was curly and all over the place. And that was when I’d dyed it dark red, which I still don’t know why I ever did, except that it was against the rules and I felt like a badass. I was also wearing my schmexy nerd glasses that looked quite cool but made me a totally different person.

I laughed. “Naw, that’s me when I was too lazy to straighten my hair. I look like that.”

He gawked, looking from me to the photo, and to me again.

“Wow, you sure changed.”

“I hope to the better,” I grinned.

“I don’t even know, but I guess, yeah.”

I laughed. “You should’ve seen me with braces, an awful time, that was. Braces and glasses, I was in pain.”

He chuckled, too, and then pointed to Della. “Is that your roommate?”

I nodded, tearing up a bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her, really. That’s my lesbo, Della.” His eyes became wide.

“Oh, no, not like that, we just behave a bit lesbian sometimes!” I explained. “I’m into guys, you know. We’re just really stereotypical, talking about our boobs and all. She’s my best friend and I love her to bits. She hates me for leaving her, even though I’d done that anyways.” I smiled.

“Oh, so did you want to go to college?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No, I was going to go to uni in fall; I finished Sixth Form this year. My last exam was my Biology resit from Lower Sixth.”

“Wow, you’re the youngest and the most intelligent as well, genius girl.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I said, opening my suitcase and finding ten packages of Wagon Wheels squished in it, with a note that said they were form Nicholas and William (Della liked to tease them about their names), and a little box with a post it that said ‘For my Frog, Love, Dells’. I smiled and opened it, revealing an unbelievably pretty bracelet and another note. ‘Add stations of your life, I already did,” it said.

On the bracelet, there was our school’s crest, the symbol for the X Factor, and a heart shaped locket with a photo of Della and me, grinning into the camera.

Liam had obviously left to give me some space, and I was happy about that, because I started crying like a baby.

That’s how Harry found me, clutching a bracelet and sobbing.

He didn’t say anything; he just sat down on the floor next to me and hugged me, letting me ruin his shirt.

“Homesick?” he asked when I had calmed down a bit.

“Friendsick,” I answered, knowing that the chances that I’d see my best friends again after this were pretty slim. If I didn’t make this, I was going to go back to the States and to Harvard. If I did, I was going to be famous, always touring.

I suddenly noticed how close his face was to mine.

I stood up, wiping away my tears and giving Harry my hand to pull him up.

“I need to go cook something,” I mumbled, rushing down into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Niall asked while I rushed past him.

“I need to go cook something,” I repeated absentmindedly. “Oh! Niall, wait!” I called after him, but I wouldn’t have had to seeing as he had followed me.

“What should I make?” I asked.

He rubbed his chin. “Something cake-ish?”

“Good!” I exclaimed sarcastically. “That’s great—do you have any idea what, nimwit?”

He pouted. “I don’t know…”

“Fat Rascals!” Louis shouted from the living room.

I smiled. “Fat Rascals it is.”

Niall followed me again.

“Charlieeee?” he asked like a little kid as I got out the flour.


“What are Fat Rascals?”

I smiled at the blonde boy, feeling like I was older than him, even though I was the youngest out of our group.

“Poor Irish kid doesn’t know Fat Rascals… They’re very Yorkshire, kind of like rock cakes?” He shook his head, so he didn’t know rock cakes either. “Huh, well, then you’ll have to try them. They’re a delicacy, and nobody can make them as well as Eleanor, a lovely old lady in the village my school was in, but she doesn’t give anyone her recipes, not that I think she actually bakes according to a recipe, so I just tweaked some recipes a bit, trying to taste what was in hers.” I grinned. “I gained half a stone doing that because I went to hers for tea every weekend, well, every girl in our family gains about a stone when she’s, like, fifteen or sixteen, but anyways. By now, they’re pretty good. Still not perfect like hers, but close.”

He nodded, obviously not understanding. I shrugged.

“Har-ryyyyyy!” I called.


“Do you have dried fruit in here? And I can’t find any spices!”

“What do you need?” He asked, now standing behind me.

I turned while I was still tying my hair up. “Oh,” I smiled, “Harry. I’m looking for dried fruit and spices, do you know where…”

“Come with me.”

I followed him to a tiny door that lead to a pantry. He gave me a little bag full of mixed dried fruit.

“You’re almost as bad as my Mum. Spices are in the top door to the right of the sink.” I thanked him. “And can I help you?”

I smiled at him, tying one of the aprons hanging in the pantry around my waist.

“I’d love that.”

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