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." - "...an 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.--

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14. I'm Glad.

In which there is some making up over chocolate and Liam gets physically abused.

 

A/N: Ok so I didn't have any electricity in the basement for more than one day and that started just when I'd finished the next chapter. Seems like someone actually hates me because I also missed the livestream and I could cry. I almost did. Funny pictures exist. On a lighter note, mwahaha 1D are coming to a town not too far away from me and if we get tickets, me and my crazy person can go, so whoo for me. You can all pray for me on Friday at 8 am UK time ok thanks :) I'll tell you if it worked... So anyways, enjoy!

Oh, and PS: Comment or tweet me about whom of the boys you want to read the next fanfic on. It's either "The Cookie Girl" (Liam), "Radio Love" (Niall), "Ice Cream" (Louis) or "Foundation, Mascara, and a Love Note" (Zayn). That's all I'll say.

 

 

 

Something hit me in the head and ripped me out of Elizabeth and Darcy’s world. I shot up from my book and pushed my sunglasses up into my hair, glaring at the ball that had hit me.

“Sorry!” someone called and a guy came over to pick up the ball. I glared at him as well.

He grinned. “Hi, I’m Joseph.”

I took his outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, Joseph.”

Another guy appeared behind him. “Hi, I’m Craig.”

I shook his hand as well. “I’m Charlie. How do you do?”

“We’re fine, just a bit sick…” Craig said.

Joseph grinned. “Yeah, with Diva Fever!” They both struck a pose and I laughed.

“So, which one are you with then?” Joseph asked me, motioning to the two groups of girls sitting at the pool. One seemed to be the girls that had been put together by the judges as well.

“Oh, neither. I’m with those guys.” I pointed over to where the boys were splashing in the water like five-year-olds. Louis had just dunked Niall and the Irish guy seemed to be taking revenge in what looked like a bitchfight.

“Guys, break it up!” Liam shouted helplessly, glancing over to me.

I put two fingers between my lips and whistled, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look at me.

“Children, listen to Daddy Direction,” I said in a teacher-like tone and turned to Craig and Joseph.

“They’re a bit of a handful,” I stage-whispered. “One Direction’s the name.”

“Oh, you’re the girl everyone was talking about then!” Craig said. “She’s that girl,” he told Joseph.

Oh, so I was that girl then. At least it was an upgrading from ‘Who the hell are you?' which was what I’d gotten from some blonde girl this morning.

I frowned and moved over so they could sit on the bench I’d been lying on as well.

“What girl?”

Craig scoffed. “Love, everyone’s talking! You’re the only girl in an all-boy band! Apparently, you were supposed to be put into Belle Amie according to Nicole and Louis, but Simon insisted you belonged with these boys. Using quite a lot of veto on you, isn’t he?” Oh great, now people were talking. That was just ace. Of course I’d been surprised at being put into a boy band as well, but the guys were awesome and judging from what the looked like—no offense—I would’ve probably hit at least one of those girls in the face by now, and I was a Quaker, for God’s sake.

“He’s telling the truth,” Joseph added (without there being any need to add something here).

“Okay, I guess…”

“You’ve got some big shoes to fill, I really don’t want to be you right now,” Craig murmured.

Oh yeah, me too.

“Is he in your band?” Joseph asked.

I looked up to see Harry coming towards us, wearing his swimming trunks and a t-shirt he had probably just thrown over when he’d come out of the pool, because it was clinging to him. His hair was semi-wet and curling like hell. Can someone please shoot me now? I’d draw an X on my forehead as well. Just please.

I nodded. If I’d said something, I would’ve probably stuttered or looked like a fish. And we don’t want that, do we?

“Chaz, can I talk to you for a second?”

I looked at Diva Fever, who nodded. I stood up.

“Sures.”

“Can we go inside?” he asked.

I shrugged and motioned for him to lead the way. When we were leaving, I heard Joseph murmur, “What’s with his slow talking?” and suddenly wasn’t so sure if I liked them anymore. Wow, I was sure going Mamma Bear on Harry.

He stopped in front of my room as if he wasn’t sure he could go in without me (which was stupid). I rolled my eyes and gently pushed him aside to open the door. When I went inside, I didn’t look back to see if he was actually following me, I just left the door open and sat down on my bed cross-legged. He had followed me and sat down next to me now, so that we were facing each other and our knees were touching, our faces only inches apart. This was not good for my concentration, or my heart rate, or my blood pressure, or my breathing. You get the gist.

I turned a bit to get out some chocolate from the drawer of my nightstand. I had horded vast amounts of sweets in there, including a lot of chocolate, some chai latte packages, haribo and incredibly many Wagon Wheels. (Of course you knew there were going to be Wagon Wheels, eh?) This one was a Cadbury toffee one, perfect for soppy friendship talks. I broke off a piece and popped into my mouth before offering Harry some.

“You want?” I asked, my mouth full of caramelly gooeyness.

He looked a bit surprised, but then gave me the full-blown Harry-grin and took some.

“So I guess this means we’re good?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Anyone ever say we’re not?”

He laughed and hugged me in one of his typical bone-crushing hugs.

“Okay, okay, don’t get so worked up about it.” His arms tightened around me. “Uh, Harry, I honestly can’t breathe.”

He let go immediately.

“Right, sorry.”

I smiled and took another piece of chocolate.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

He shrugged. “I just wanted to talk in general. I felt like you’ve kind of blocked me out, since the Fun Fair actually. I don’t like that.” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t ever block me out.”

I felt like there was a giant hand clutching my heart so hardly I couldn’t speak. Harry was right. I was blocking him out, and I knew it was going to get worse, but selfish as I was, I didn’t want to lose him.

“’Course I won’t, I promise,” I smiled. My bad conscience was killing me.

He didn’t seem to notice.

“Good.” He took some more Cadbury’s. “I never got to ask you how you liked my sister.”

This time, my smile was genuine, even though I blushed. “She’s lovely. Slightly overprotective, but awesome. I like her a lot.”

I noticed how he lost some tension in his shoulders, as if that had been hugely important for him, which it probably was. Harry was really close to his sister, and even closer to his Mum. He was a family kind of guy; I could only imagine how hard this had to be for him—being away from home, from his family. Anne and him had something I had never had with any of my parents, not even close. It was like they were best friends as well as mother and son. My Mum and I were like an heiress and her clumsy kitchen maid.

“I think she likes you, too; Gemma, I mean. At least I think so, not that she’d say anything.” He sounded slightly indignant.

I laughed.

Yeah, I knew what he meant. Gemma and he were constantly teasing each other, but that only showed how much they really loved each other. What was really cute was that while my siblings constantly mocked me for it and probably thought I was a gimp for even trying to get into the music business, Gemma was totally supportive. That had been what I’d noticed first, actually, even before I’d met her in person. She was always in contact with Harry, told him he did well, asked how it was going; those sorts of things. (Oh, and she was so insanely pretty I almost wanted to hate her, but also so nice she made that impossible. But I really, really, really wanted her hair.)

“What did you talk about with these guys anyway?”

I grinned. “Is Harreh jealous I might replace him?”

He scoffed. “Sure.”

“Naw, they’re not as stunningly attractive as you.” It came off sarcastic as always, only this time I actually meant it.

He rolled his eyes at me. “I’m being serious.”

“Oh, so am I.” I was.

He gave me a look and took another piece of chocolate.

“They told me that I was supposed to be in Belle Amie, which I’m guessing if that girl band, but Simon said no.”

Harry looked at me and then burst out laughing. I whacked him with my pillow.

“Sorry,” he said, gasping for air. “It’s just … Simon said no!” He  broke down in laughter again.

“Child,” I said, but I couldn’t help smiling.

“Plus,” Harry said when he’d sobered up enough to talk, “I could never even begin to imagine how horrible it would be if you were in a band with them. You’d all eat each other up, probably they’d eat you first, though. They look hungry.”

I giggled at him hinting at them being very skinny. Some time ago, I would have envied them to no end, but Harry preferred curvy girls, or at least he claimed he did. Spending this much time with five boys I had learned some things, and one of them was that while they all catcalled after the skinny girls, most of them actually preferred girls who weren’t size zero. There you have it, Belle Amie.

“Besides,” he continued, “then I’d never met you or I wouldn’t have liked you and that would be a shame. At the very least, I would never have seen you in your brother’s football shirt and you’d never have made me breakfast, that’s important.”

I laughed. “I’m glad I’m with you guys.”

Harry smiled at me and popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

“Me too.”

 

 

* CKWW *

 

 

That evening, we had decided to practise because while we did have a song and a concept, we still pretty much sucked. I could say that because I was involved. You cannot.

“Zayn, it’s nothing’s fine not I’m alright; that line wouldn’t even make sense.”

He pouted. “How should I know?”

Louis sighed overly dramatically. “Because it wouldn’t even make sense, that’s why.”

I rolled my eyes. “Take some valium, Lou, we’ve still got time.”

He huffed. “But it wouldn’t even make sense.”

“I think we’ve established that, yes.” Liam looked like he was having a serious problem with his nerves.

“Cough sweet?” I offered, thrusting the bag into his face.

His hands twitched.

Then he sighed. “Yes, actually,” he said, taking one.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back half-heartedly before running towards where Harry and Louis were play-fighting.

Zayn, who had sat down on the chair next to me, leaned over.

“Five says Louis will bite Curly,” he murmured.

I watched the guys. “You’re on; ten says Liam gets hit in the face.”

He nodded. “Sure, that is so not happening.”

In that moment, Louis’ hand slipped and he hit Liam square in the face. I grinned and Zayn put his head on my shoulder, groaning.

“How do you know these things?”

I grinned, holding out my hand for the tenner. “Female intuition.”

He huffed as he gave me the note. “I need to get myself some of that.”

“But then … you’d … have to … have periods,” I said slowly, my head cocked to the side while I was watching the three boys in astonishment. Harry and Lou seemed to have formed an alliance against Liam and were now dragging him across the floor at his feet. Niall had come to help Liam and was running after them and floor-Liam in hope to catch them.

“They’re quite fast,” I said, still staring in awe.

“Jup.” Zayn seemed to be as well.

We sat there watching in silence for a bit as the others went around the room in circles.

“D’you reckon we should help them?” Zayn asked, his voice disinterested.

I didn’t even move. “Noo.”

Someone screeched outside, surprising Harry and making him drop Liam’s left leg while Louis was still pulling the other one. Liam tried to get up but failed and Harry took his leg up and they went on again, only now Niall was closer.

“So you and Harry are okay again?”

I shook my head and turned towards Zayn again.

“Pardon?”

He looked up as well. “You and Harry. You’ve made up?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. It's not like we were fighting or anything.”

He seemed to scan my thoughts with his eyes. It was creepy, so I averted my gaze and watched the boys again.

“Did you tell him how you feel?” Zayn asked.

I looked up again. “Why would you think that?”

He made a face. “You looked very couple-like today.”

I thought about that for a moment. “We always do, don’t we?”

He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.”

I nodded as well. “Okay.”

There was a pause again.

“You should really tell him.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Why would I ever do that?”

“Because you’ll feel better? You two might actually work out? Harry likes you as well?” he looked a bit angry now.

“Sure,” I said again.

We stared at each other for a while.

Zayn broke the eye contact first and stood up.

“Whatever,” he said.

He went over to the others and finally freed Liam from the evil two, leaving me sitting alone.

I might have won that stare war, but I so didn’t feel like a winner.

I felt like a total, pathetic loser.

Someone clapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey,” Harry said.

What was that thing about speaking of the devil? Well, it had happened now. Only not with the devil, obviously.

I smiled up at him. “Hiya.”

He plopped down on the chair Zayn had sat on earlier.

“Nice show,” I complemented sarcastically.

“Wasn’t it?” He smiled cheekily. “You like?”

I laughed. “Do everyone a favour and don’t bully Liam as much, it’s hard enough for him being the only one who acts his age as it is, don’t purposefully make it harder for him.”

He shrugged. “Meh. Liam needs to be not so much of a grown-up all the time, that’s what we thought.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And dragging him across the floor will help that?”

“Every plan has its weaknesses.”

“I don’t think he’ll be able to sit for a week,” I remarked.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” I gave him a look. “Or was it?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, Curly, think again.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re telling me?”

He sighed. “Sorry, Liam!” he called across the room.

Liam waved it off, but probably only because he was tired of this.

“That’s a good boy,” I mocked Harry, who in turn started sniffing my shoulder and barking.

“Yeah,” I said, “Please never do that.”

He laughed.

“So do you think this practise is over?”

I glanced at Liam who was apparently lecturing Louis.

“I do,” I said. “And besides, if we leave now, you’re not getting lectured.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I escaped in time, he’s letting it all out on Lou now. And you made me apologise, so if Lili asks you, you can just say you already talked me down.”

“Why would I?” I grinned. “And I think if he hears you call him Lili, he’ll actually strangle you.”

Harry’s hands automatically flew to his neck. “Uhm,” he said.

“So?”

“I actually don’t have a clue why you should help me. You love me more than him?”

Oh, you bet I did.

I just laughed and got up. “Nice try, Harold. Come on.” I held out my hand.

I could do this, I decided. I could walk around hand in hand with him and talk with him about everything without ruining it. This was too precious.

I mean, we already did act like a couple, minus the kissing. So I should be okay with this, right? It should be enough, right?

Right?

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