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.--


16. Halie.


In Which Charlie Ruins An Overall And A Game Of Twister And We Can Read A Sugarscape Article.


A/N: If you want some infos on what 1D story you want to read next and get a bit of an insight on some of them, send a request to and I will send you everything I have and answer all you questions, to CKWW as well! So you guys who might read this without being on movellas or Twitter (again, follow @FiaGiggles) can contact me. Byez! xx



“Guys!” Louis came bursting into the boys’ room, then stopped dead. “God, what is this awful smell?”

I looked up from my toes and smiled innocently, waving at him.

“Nail polish,” Harry groaned. He was holding the bottle—as far away from him as possible.

“It’s called Avantgarde.” I wiggled my toes at Louis. “You like?”

He looked appalled. “I have four sisters and never in my whole life have I encountered something this foul smelling.”

I giggled at his formal language. “This was the last toe, though.”

Harry almost threw the bottle through the room in excitement.

“Oh, thank God!”

“Now all I have to do are my fingers,” I continued.

“I hate you,” Zayn remarked. “You and your disgusting nail polish smell.”

“I thought you were asleep,” Harry and I said in unison.

“Pretended to be so I wouldn’t have to hold the bottle,” he murmured into the mattress he was lying on. “Then tried to choke myself with the pillow so I wouldn’t die a slow and painful death from the toxic air.”

I scoffed.

“It might actually be toxic,” Harry said and I huffed.

“Even my pizza tastes weird,” Niall complained. He was playing some Wii game with Liam. Yes, the guys’ room had a Wii.

I glared at him, which wasn’t so easy as I was carefully painting the little finger of my right hand at the same time.

“You complain one more time, you can make your own food,” I said jokingly. Niall still looked a bit scared.

“You only put the pizza in the oven, that isn’t even cooking,” Louis commented.

Liam chuckled. “He eats too fast for real cooking.”

I nodded. “Besides, Niall can burn water. I’m not even joking.”

Louis looked at Niall who sniggered. “It's an art.”

Liam sighed. “Niall, you just died,” He dropped his controller and stood up, stretching. “It’s no fun to smash you when you’re not even trying.” He came over to the bed Harry and I were sitting on. He sighed when he saw I was now painting my right hand.

“Are you guys still at it?”

Harry and I both looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Liam shook his head. “Okay, that came out so wrong.”

I laughed and nudged him with my bare foot. “Sure did, my dear friend.”

He changed the topic, “So what did you want to say, Lou?”

“Oh, right. I…” he made a dramatic pause, “found a Twister game!” He posed, complete with Jazz fingers and all.

I finished my right hand and closed the bottle of nail polish, glaring at him.

“Two words for you. N. O.”

“That’s one—”

I interrupted him by holding my hand in his direction. “Don’t.”

“But really—”

I stopped Liam by doing a bitch move with my hand. “Shush.”



“But Chaz…”

I groaned. “Not you as well, Harry. What. Is it?”

He looked intimidated, but pointed to my right. “Your nail polish isn’t closed properly.”

And he was right—there was a dark red “Avantgarde” stain on the jeans overall I had laid out on the bed. I stared at it for a while, then I silently picked up the bottle and screwed it shut properly. I felt the boys’ eyes on me (they were probably waiting for me to have a nervous breakdown because just earlier I had told them how this overall was real vintage and so expansive) while I, still completely silent, turned and got some more nail polish out of my Union Jack  duffel bag. I was nail polish obsessed; I had to have about 20 shades just in this bag. I only used it for nail polish and make-up because my other products were just too big for it (I got my shampoo and conditioner and all that other curls stuff from a hairdressers’ supply shop). I had bought so much make-up for the X Factor, though—stuff I’d never used before as well—so I could use a bag only for it.

With every bottle of nail polish, I did the same thing while the boys were still staring at me as if I was a nutter: I screwed off the lid and splattered some over the front bit of the overall. In the end, it was brightly paint-splattered.

I leaned back to look at my work.

“This actually looks cool,” I said.

“I’m surprised.”

I hit Liam on the arm, but I was laughing.

Louis shrugged. “So, about the Twister thing…”

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“Please, Charlie?”



* CKWW *


“But I said no.”

Louis glared at me. “Shut up and put your fucking left hand on yellow.”

“Don’t swear, Louis,” Liam’s voice came out form under Louis’ chest.

“I hate this game,” I continued, ignoring both of them but trying to reach for yellow.

Harry groaned as I moved and accidentally kneed him in the gut.

“I don’t bend that way,” I commented. “I just don’t. I’m not that kind of flexible.”

Liam coughed. “Flexible.”

Niall laughed and then fell flat on his stomach where he continued laughing. I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight.

“Right foot on green,” Zayn said.

I huffed and carefully moved my foot.

“How come he can spin and I’m told I have to play even though I repeatedly told you—” I finally reached a green dot, “—that I hate this game and don’t want to play.”

“So it's your arse that’s in my face,” Louis said. “Which, just FYI, it is.”

I put my chin on my chest so I could look at him under my body and grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“Move it.”

“I can’t move, Louis, that’s part of your stupid game,” I hissed.

“And Lou, your arse is in my face and you don’t see me complaining.”

I nodded, even though nobody could probably see it. “Thanks, Liam.”

“Shut up, Liam.”

He didn’t. “And it is quite girly as well. Why do you have such a girly bum?”

Louis gasped. “Leave my bum alone.”

“So happy I’m not playing,” Zayn commented drily.

“I would, too, if I didn’t have to.”

Harry nudged my thigh with his elbow. “Be quiet Charlie, this is giving me a headache.”

I shut up.

“How come she always does what Harry says?” Niall wondered, chewing on something I couldn’t see (maybe because I was crouched on a Twister mat?).

I shrugged, which was pretty hard if you were on your hands and feet.

“He's her person,” Zayn answered. “Left hand on green now, by the way.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Louis was right. With our right foot on green already, ‘left hand on green’ did not work.

“What person?” Liam asked while trying to fold his 5’10’’ frame together to reach green.

“The person you just click with. The one you’d call if you’d murdered someone,” Harry explained.

“Yeah, they are like that.”

“Shut up, Liam, or you’ll be the one I’ll call her for,” Harry threatened.

I coughed trying not to laugh.

“They’re like Meredith and Christina,” Zayn ended the explanation.

Now I laughed for real. “I don’t know what’s more embarrassing; that you take your friendship explanations off Grey’s Anatomy or that you’ve actually watched the show.”

I couldn’t see Zayn’s face, but Harry was blushing furiously. I grinned at him and finally tried to stretch out my hand to reach green. I’d almost got there when Harry gave me a slight push—unintentionally—and I fell on my side, taking him ad Liam with me. Liam tried to hold himself up by grabbing Louis’ ankle, and he fell as well, so that we were all lying on the twister mat in a chaotic pile of arms and legs and, in my case, hair.

There was a moment of quiet while I was shaking with silent laughter, until I heard a phone click.

“‘Charlie: I hate this game.’ Guys, say hello to instagram. Instagram people, meet the idiots.”

I sighed.

“I hate you, Zayn.”

“And I don’t even have to call Charlie if I murder you now,” Harry contemplated. “Saves the roaming costs.”

I nodded. “On your side.”

“Does this mean I win?” Niall asked.

Louis scoffed. “Uhm, no?”

Zayn’s phone binged. “Oh look, you’re all over tumblr now,” Zayn grinned.

“Fuck you, Charlie,” Harry whispered next to my ear. “We’ll never live this down now.”

I couldn’t even answer, I was laughing that hard.

We slowly untangled ourselves after a while, and my phone binged just when I tugged my leg out of in between Liam’s and Louis’ legs.

It was a twitter mention again. Just because of the two times I’d been on the TV, I had gained so many twitter followers, and even more because of the sugarscape interview which had already been on the internet just yesterday evening.

Thanks @sugarscape for giving us #halie I SHIP THIS go on @CharlieHunter say yes already!

I frowned. What?

I clicked on the hashtag and there was a huge list of tweets, including a sugarscape one with a link. I clicked on that, too.

I ended up on the sugarscape website, and on an article.


Is X Factor’s Charlie Hunter Playing With Bandmate Harry Styles’ Feelings Or Is She Just Oblivious?

If she is, bless her.

Ironically, the first thing I though was, Gemma is so going to eat me for this. I scrolled down to see pictures that must have been taken during the interview—me smiling at the camera with my head on Harry's shoulder, him looking down at me while I was talking, me slapping him playfully (that was actually a nice one).

Nobody can deny that One Direction’s Harry Styles and Charlie Hunter—no, that’s not two lads, Charlotte calls herself Charlie, the confusing bitch—would be the cutest thing together. We could tell you now that the band was put together during bootcamp, but you all already know that. What we’re telling you now is that at some point between that and Judge’s House in Spain (where we met them and their floating cuteness), love seems to have blossomed.

“Harry is so smitten with Charlie,” a fellow contestant tells us. “But I think she has no clue at all, she treats him like a brother.”

Ouch, huh?

But do you, Charliebear? DO YOU???

We interviewed them, and the two 16-year-olds seemed EXTREMELY CLOSE to us. Quite like a couple, only minus PDA (the disgusting kind because they’re pretty touchy-feely, those two). They also act like they’ve known each other for ages, not about a month.

When we asked Harry about his perfect girl, fellow bandmember Louis Tomlinson casually put out there how close that description was to Charlie who just joked about it and loudly dismissed the idea. So either she’s cunning or just a little oblivious girl (which is what we like to think).

Honestly, Charlie, if you didn’t know, say yes already.

If we can’t have Harold, then at least Charlotte dear should have him. They’d make the cutest babies. Do us all a favour here, Charlie. GO OUT WITH THE GUY.

* Yes, we are aware of the amount of caps lock and brackets we used in this article, it was all needed.

We cut together the most romantic Halie scenes of our interview with One Direction so you know what we’re talking about. And so you can cry over how their non-relationship is cuter than any real ones you’ve ever had. We did.

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