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.--


13. I Chose Poison.


In Which Things Get Messy.


A/N: Hiya, howdy, how do you do? This chapter is really short, but I wanted to update before I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll only be gone over the weekend, but yeah, you won't hear from me. I'm going off to a congress in the city where my Mum's family lives, so we'll stay there for a while as well. We're leaving really early tomorrow after school (which is 11:15 for me, yay me) so I'll probably be back on Tuesday, but don't expect a chapter before Wednesday, the earliest! Please do tell your friends about CKWW though, and follow me on twitter (@FiaGiggles) to stay updated a bit, I'll tweet teasers as well and ask my followers for their opinions in chapter stuff, besides being hilarious and totally random (and I follow back)! This chapter is a bit blue, and a bit Grey's Anatomy in the beginning. I am sad right now. And cold. And I just wasted study time for my test tomorrow. Ok. Bye. I love you. xx


A good friend is hard to find.

Once you’re a teenager and in that embarrassing stage of almost being a grown up but knowing you will be caught in that in-between stage for a few years, friendship suddenly becomes tricky. All those years, it's been a fairy straightforward business: you like someone, you go share your dolls or biscuits or (in my case) your matchbox cars with them, and that’s it. You’re like best friends. That even works when you’re already in secondary school, only now you share maths homework instead of matchbox and lipstick instead of dolls (the biscuits still work), up until about that moment when girls start bitching while they’re on their first period and boys realise they’re growing beards (and that girls can be classed as fit or a dog). That's when everything gets awfully complicated; and it’ll stay that way forever, but it’ll never be as bad as now.

Of course, friendship can still be straightforward, with the right person. It's still only a little bit more complicated than in pre-school. You find out you like each other and you like the same things and you get each other. There are only some people who work that way with another person, which can be described as their person because you only have that connection with one.

Harry was my person.

Only nobody realises that in reality, it goes further than that start of the friendship, and that's why those friendships are the worst. Because usually, they are just too perfect, there’s too much harmony, which of course there is if you get someone in that way. But usually, one of those two people who get each other eventually falls in love with the other, and that’s when things start to get really messy. That person now has two options: A) wait and pray the other one won’t find out while watching the friendship that seemed so perfect crumble slowly because you start having secrets and lying to the other person and your fancy will destroy the friendship like a cruel, slow-working poison. Or B) take your chances and tell the other one in one of those awful scenes, then you’ll both try and keep up the friendship—because let’s face it, in real life, you always get rejected—while both of you are awkward around each other but fail, resulting in an abrupt end, like a gun was fired the second you said ‘I Love You’ and the bullet hits you a bit after that.

Poison or a gunshot.

Choose your way to die.

Of course, being me, I chose the first option, hoping to buy me some time.

It already started off awfully.

When I came downstairs for my first breakfast at the mansion (which is what I called it), I already ran into Harry first thing. Wow, this was really becoming a thing, huh?

“Good morning,” he grinned. Harry? Awake? At seven a.m.? And cheerful as well?

I rolled my eyes and turned around again, but I was pulled back by my sleeve.

“What is going on with you today, huh?”

I huffed. “I am going back to bed,” I answered. “I’m not awake enough for this. I cannot be nearly awake enough to face you at seven in the morning, not at the moment.” Okay, so maybe that last sentence was not supposed to come out. Wow, this keep the friendship up thing was really going to well for me.

He looked confused.

“What did I do?”

How about make me fall in love with your stupid dimples and your stupid hair and your stupid warm, big hands and stupid, stupid you.

“Not everything’s always about you, you know.” Ouch, that came out harsh.

He frowned. “But you said—”

“Can I go now?” I cut him off, pretending to be annoyed with him.

“No, you damn well can’t.”

“Leave her, Harry.” Thank Heavens for Zayn. I wasn’t even going to wonder why he was up, that's how grateful I was.

“Yeah, leave me, Harry,” I bit back.

He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Great, not Zayn’s in on this.”

“I just need some time alone, Harry.”

“You had plenty of time alone all night! Oh, right, I guess when you said you needed some time alone you didn’t really get it, what with you spending hours talking to Zayn. And now he knows and I’m left outside. Great. I don’t even know what I did.” I had never heard Harry talk so fast before.

I really, really wanted to reach out and hug him, that's how lonely he looked.

I sighed. “It’s nothing against you, Haz, really. You didn’t do anything.”

He looked like he might actually cry.

“It is against me, Lee,” I smiled sadly at his using his nickname for me, “just because you’re a genius doesn’t mean I am dumb.”

“I never even said that!” I looked at Zayn for help, but only saw him creep out the door. Gimp.

“I’m just …” I paused, looking for an explanation, “Floored. That’s it! It’s all a bit too much, you know. Judge’s House, and everything…” I tried a smile but failed. See what I said about the lying? Starting right off.

Strangely enough, Harry seemed to believe me.

“okay, well, what do you say to waffles for breakfast? I’ll cook.”

This time, my smile was real. The puppy dog eyes were part of the Harry-magic.

“Can I have nutella?” I asked cheekily, linking my arm with his. I was awarded with a brilliant, toothy smile.

And everything was super again. How had he managed to make me so bipolar? Being in love had to do something to one’s hormones. I was probably battling the oestrogen overflow in my body. It was the hormones.


In the kitchen, we were greeted by a group of girls and Louis and Liam, who were sitting in a corner having cereal. One of the girls winked at Harry; he blushed and looked away, but seemed to want to go to their table first. I felt the sudden urge to hit something, even though I was actually a pacifist. Hormones, I’m telling you. I unlinked our arms and walked away from Harry, over to the boys.

“What’s up,” I greeted them.

“The sky,” Lou chirped happily, munching on … was that Special K?

Liam looked a bit sceptical. “You okay?” he asked.

“That’s not up, you lose, Lili.”

I ignored Louis, giggling. It even sounded hysterical to me.

“Sure. Sure I am. Why not? You?”

Even Lou looked up now, frowning.

“Now what died in your porridge?”

“You’re speed-talking,” Liam added, “that means you’re about to have a breakdown.”

“I’m fine, guys,” I said, returning their looks. My voice didn’t even shake this time. Never would’ve thought that would be what I’d use my Drama skills for. Being a good actress meant that I was a good liar, and one of the first rules of lying was always to look the other person in the eye.

“You’re not.” Damn you, Liam.

“I know a good liar when I see them,” he said,” mostly because I am an awful liar, so I learned to know when someone’s lying. And that, Chaz, was a lie.”

Wait, what had been my excuse earlier? Damn. For a second, they both grilled me with their eyes. Finally, Liam cracked.

“It's the place, right?”

Oh, right, that had been it.

“Yeah!” I exclaimed, sending a silent prayer up to whatever God there might be.

He nodded. “I know, it makes me edgy, too. Too clean.” Maybe he was having a problem with oestrogen as well.

I laughed, even though it still sounded a bit shaky. “I feel like I might destroy something worth more than my school fees for a whole year just by turning around. It’s scary.” That wasn’t even a lie.

“Done that,” Lou remarked, his mouth full of soggy cereal.


“Geez, Lou!” I laughed. “I do not want to know what you’re eating, let alone how many time’s you’ve already chewed it!”

“But he really did break something. Some expensive-looking lamp. That's why we’re all up already, otherwise there would’ve been no way I’m getting up before eleven.” And once more, Harry Styles wins the prize for the most appearances out of thin air. Congrats!

I turned to him as he put a jar of nutella on the table.

“Found that in a cupboard, I’m working on the waffles.”

I smiled gratefully.

“Hey! How does she get waffles when you tell us to go get cereal because of course we’re not allowed to wake Charlie but you still can’t be arsed to cook?”

Liam grinned at Louis. “Looks like you’ve been replaced.”

Lou gasped.

“She’s having a bad day, shut up,” Harry said, hitting Louis over the head with a towel while walking back to the stove. That was why no matter what there was with Harry and me, there would always be that Harry-Louis thing as well.

“But really, why didn’t you wake me up when the lamp thing happened? I mean, even Zayn was up!”

“Oh, Hazza insisted we let you sleep,” Liam answered.

We all looked at the curly-haired boy making my breakfast. Louis leaned over to me.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone else because he's mine,” he whispered conspicuously, “but the lad fancies your lacy knickers off you.”

I blushed furiously.

“Yeah, sure, shuttup, Lou.” I laughed, so I wouldn’t get my hopes up.

But still I did, no matter how hard I tried.

Yes, that was exactly what I’d meant with messy.

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