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.--


10. Nothing's Fine, I'm Torn.

In Which There Is A Lot Of Awkwardness.


A few days later, we were all best friends, but we still didn’t have a song.

“We really need to find something,” I groaned, my head on the kitchen table. We were constantly listening to the radio and watching MTV and Music4, but we hadn’t found anything we liked so far.

Harry was on Skype in his room, and the rest of us were downstairs, totally crushed.

“If we can’t find anything to sing, we can just go home.” Zayn shook his head.

I stood up.

“Guys, I’m gonna go see what Harry’s still doing up there. I really need a break. And a Wagon Wheel.”

I walked upstairs as slowly as possible and, with a Wagon Wheel in hand, didn’t even bother knocking.

“Curly, are you still taking long?”

He looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost, and I let myself fall on the bed next to him. On Skype, I could see the girl he’d been with at his audition, the one who’d kissed him on the cheek. She was lying on her stomach on what I assumed was her bed and blowing him a kiss jokingly while tapping her foot to music.

“Hi, Harry’s girlfriend,” I murmured, my hair covering my face.

“Is she talking to me?”

“I think so,” Harry said.

“Oh. Hi, girl who I thought was Harry’s girlfriend. I’m his sister.”

I sat up. “Oh, wow, this is awkward. And I’m not his girlfriend.”

She laughed. “No, but he wishes.”

Harry blushed. “Gemma…”

“Shut up, little brother. Mum wants me to meet you and make a good impression when we pick you guys up. She wants her future daughter-in-law to like me.”

I just sat there, my mouth open. “Future daughter-in-law?”

“I didn’t say that,” Harry argued.

“He’s right, he said future girlfriend.”

I grinned at Harry, whose face was scarlet by now.

“Oh, someone seems to be a little over-confident, considering that at one point, you thought I was a lesbian.”

Gemma giggled. “I like you, Charlie, Harry needs someone like you.”

“He needs someone to wash his head,” I said.

“Oh, come on.” Harry groaned. “Gemma, you always have to ruin everything.”

“Not true,” she said, “The girl likes you, too.”

He looked at me and I blushed.

“Never said I didn’t.”

“I mean, like that,” Gemma said.

I crossed my arms. “Nu-uh.”

“U-huh,” Harry said.



We went on like this, until Gemma screamed, “Okay, you both like each other, right? Get over it and go snog in a broom closet.” That shut us up.

“Gemma, dear?” Someone said in the background. “I’m all for young love and I really think your brother should get himself a proper girl, but please don’t shout all across the streets. I’ll hear enough about it at the wedding, I don’t need to now.”

“Bye, Gemma,” Harry said briskly and clicked the red button.

Awkward silence.

“Could we just agree on the fact that we both hate our families and will never skype with them again?” Harry asked.

“The guys want to you come downstairs.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure.”

When we came into the kitchen, Louis started saying something, but Liam hit him.

“How are you guys?” He asked over-friendly.

“Shut it, Liam,” Harry growled, sitting down as far from me as possible. I just looked down and drew random patterns on the fabric of the tablecloth, humming.

“Hey, what’s that?” Niall exclaimed.


“That melody.”

I looked at him. “What melody, Niall?”

“You were humming something.”

“Oh. Yeah, it was in the background on Skype, Gemma must’ve been listening to it.”

“Hum it again,” Zayn said.

I did.

“I like it.”

“What is that song, I know it,” Liam said.

“No idea whom it’s by, but I know the lyrics,” I said. “My music teacher had this time when she was constantly singing it.”

“Sing,” Louis commanded.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I did.

“I thought I saw a man brought to life,

He was warm; he came around, like he was dignified.

He showed me what it was to cry.” Liam started humming to it.

“Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored.

Don’t seem to know, seem to care, what your heart is for.

But I don’t know him anymore.”

Harry started singing with me, and so did Niall.

“There’s nothing left

Where he used to lie,

My conversation has run dry.”

Zayn was holding up his phone, smiling as he was listening to us.

“That’s what’s going on…” Niall stopped singing, and I started singing a second voice over Harry’s voice.

“Nothing’s fine I’m torn,

I’m all out of faith,

This is how I feel:

I’m cold and I am shamed,

Lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I’m wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn,

You’re a little late,

I’m already torn.”

We trailed off, smiling at each other. This time the harmony had just worked, this was so our song.

“Torn my Natalie Imbruglia,” Zayn said. “You must’ve done something right, the music scanner recognised it.”

I laughed.

“I vote Harry sings the chorus, I’d love to have him sing that he’s lying naked on the floor considering how often he actually is naked.”

Louis put an arm around me. “Girlfriend, you have no idea how bad it was when you weren’t here.” He sighed dramatically.

“I already know how we could separate it!” Niall said.

“Let’s hear this.”

“Well, Liam starts, because his voice is good.” Nice point. “We can change the pronouns so that it seems like he’s singing about a girl, and then Charlie does the second part of the first verse and it seems like a conversation. Harry does a solo, and we, meaning Liam, Zayn and me, do the basic notes, humming.” Wow, that kid was good. “The chorus is Harry and Charlie, just because they just sounded perfect together, maybe with me doing some humming again, we’ll see. Zayn does the whole echo bits because he’s good at that, and the final ‘Torn’. Louis would do the third verse, and then it’s Harry again and Harry and Charlie, because everyone will love them as a duet. Harry again, and then we all do the chorus together for the finale.”

“Boom,” I said after a while.

“That's good,” Zayn agreed.

“Yeah, but you don’t have a lot to do, Niall,” Liam said.

He just grinned cheekily. “I’ve got enough to do with harmonies, and I’d actually like to not have too much to do for our first song. I get really nervous.”

Harry smirked, but I hit him. “You and I of all people shouldn’t talk, at least he wasn’t puking.”

We started practising and to be honest, we sounded pretty awesome. But suddenly, Louis jumped up.

“Wait, what time is it?”

Zayn looked at his phone. “Five past eight, why?”

“Our auditions are on TV today!” He screamed, racing to the living room.

I sprinted after him, knowing fully well that the last ones would have to sit on the floor.

“Loser has to make popcorn!” I shouted, only to have Harry shooting past me.


I still made it to the sofa as the third, plopping down on it between Harry and the armrest.

“Ha! First girl!” I fist-pumped the air.

Louis had already turned the TV on and Cher’s audition was on.

“She’s good, and she’s lovely as well.” I smiled. “I hate her sometimes.”

The guys looked at me.

“Well,” I tried to explain, “That's girl logic. Girls hate each other all the time. We’re taught that when we’re, like, in kindergarten. We compete way more than guys, and we take it really seriously. As soon as we see a girl we want to be like, it’s either a Girl Crush, and you accept being the DUFF, or you go and hate on her. It’s my theory.”

“Nice,” Liam said, obviously not able to say anything else.

“I love having a girl explain cunts, she makes all the bullshit seem totally logical.”

“Niall!” I shouted.

“That’s right, Niall,” Harry teased. “Enough with the potty mouth.”

“But what is a Duff?” Zayn asked, coming into the living room.

I shrugged, grabbing some of the popcorn he had made.

“It’s short for Designated Ugly Fat Friend. Every group of girls has one, which is the ugliest girl. She’s there to make the pretty girls stand out. It’s awful, but if you socialise with the Duff, your chances of getting laid are much higher.” Gawking. “It’s scientific, just as the Snog List. You have to know this stuff. There’s a book about it.”

“Girls never cease to amaze me,” Liam mumbled.

“U-huh.—Oh wait, Louis’ on!”

He sang Hey There, Delilah, which I totally loved, so I reached over Harry and cuddled him.

“That’s so adorable, you’re so nervous and awkward. Though I was the epitome of awkward with my Just Been Sick Look.”

Next up were some random people I wasn’t even remotely interested in, and then me. I really was as awkward as could be.

“I look like I’m twelve.”

“Yeah, but a hot twelve-year-old,” Harry grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks so much.”

“I love your dress, though,” Zayn said, not looking up from his phone.

We all stared at him.

“Zayn, I swear, sometimes you’re being really gay,” Louis said.

Zayn just shrugged.

When I started singing the chorus, the boys just looked at me, then at the screen, then at me again, then at the screen.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that, you’re awesome!” Niall exclaimed.

“Awe, cheers, Niall!”

Harry shook his head. “No really, you just earned even more respect from me.”

I laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh, look, Niall’s on! Awe, you look so adorbs, Niall!”

“Adorbs isn’t a word, Chaz,” Liam said.

I shushed him. “Quiet, Dad, Niall’s singing.”

“God, you’re so cute, can I cuddle you as well?” I said randomly, and Niall just shrugged, then came over to me so I could hug the life out of him. Louis shook his head at me.

“What?” I asked. “I’m the youngest here, I’ve only been sixteen for, like, two weeks, so you shut up.”

Zayn turned to me. “Really? Wow, I mean, with all of you guys being sixteen, I sure as hell thought Niall was the youngest. And you’ve finished school?”

“Haha, funny story,” I said.

“Oh, I need to know your birthdays so I can throw you a surprise party but I didn’t tell you now!” I gave everyone my blackberry, and they typed in their birthdays. I made a list, calling it ‘One Direction Luvvies’ and put all of them in it.

“Oh, look! Louis is the oldest, oh my Gosh, you’re gonna be 19 in December, you old man! Then there’s Zayn, and then Liam. Oh Liam, your birthday’s soon, that’s so cool! I love birthdays, we all used to make cakes in secret but of course it wasn’t really a secret because nothing’s a secret when you’re a boarder, I mean, I knew when Liv got pregnant and all and it wasn’t even her boyfriend’s because she’s a bitch, we all knew—I’m rambling, right?”

They all just nodded.

“And my birthday isn’t for more than a month.”

“Yeah, you’re right, time’s short for planning,” I said. “Oh, then there’s Niall, who isn’t even the second youngest, wow! Harry, and then me. Yay. Oh, look, Liam!”

“Cry Me A River is so on the Breakup Soundtrack as well, good choice!” I high-fived Liam.

Harry shook his head. “Breakup Soundtrack…” He mumbled.

Niall chuckled. “We’re all so awkward and nervous and Liam just comes in, being all ‘What’s up, cunts, I’m back!’”

I laughed.

“Craaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy me a rivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” Louis mocked Liam, who, in turn, hit him across the head.

“Bootcamp’s up at some point next week, right?”

They nodded.

“We’ll have to watch it,” Zayn said.


I nudged Harry. “Come on, don’t be a spoilsport.”

He shook his head. “I was crying for God’s sake, I’m not watching that.”

I ribbed his arm. “I was crying as well, and you still looked well lush while doing it, so come on!”

He grinned at me. “Lush?”

I smiled.

“It’s Yorkshire for You’re so attractive, I want to have your child,” Louis explained.

I shrugged, but couldn’t keep myself from blushing.

“What can I say?” I tried to make it ridiculous, “You’re the dream of all my sleepless nights with your hot four nipples and nakedness and all.”

Zayn snorted. “Burn, Curly.”

Harry pouted. “Bet your boyfriend won’t like you dreaming of my nakedness.”

I stared at him. “Huh?”

“You know, your boyfriend? Do you have that word in the Americas?” Louis teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my Gosh, you’re right!” I said in an American accent. “He’s, like, super fit and, like, all TDH and we’re so in love!” I squealed. “And, like, he totally doesn’t exist!”

Liam blinked. “Okay, that’s scary.”

“But what do you mean, he doesn’t exist?” Niall asked, totally confused. Aw, bless.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly a size zero. It’s not like boys like me, or anyone, for that matter. There’s a reason the only people I ever talk about are Della, Will and Nick.”

Harry hugged me. “Sorry, squirt.”

“But you did talk about this guy called Paul, didn’t you?” Niall asked.

I shook my head and smiled. “Paul’s my older brother, we’re really close. Also, he’s married. And by the way, I’m really tired; I think I’ll go to bed.”

I pried Harry’s arms off me and went to the staircase, waving and smiling at them to show I wasn’t angry.

I really wasn’t. I was a bit sad, but that was all. What I had said was true. I didn’t have too many friends. It didn’t bother me most of the time because the friends I had were the best anyone could ever wish for, but sometimes I did feel a bit alone. I was blessed with these guys. It was the first time I really, truly felt like I belonged.

When I was sort-of feeling my way back to my room—I had already put my contacts out and couldn’t be bothered to put on my glasses, even though I was quite blind—I ran into Harry. Almost literally.

He pulled me to him.

“For what it’s worth,” he whispered. “I think you’re the most awesome girl I’ve ever met. And the prettiest.”

I smiled into his chest. Harry had a way of sweet-talking people that should be a lethal weapon. He always seemed to know what to say, and even though he was the most perverted kid ever, he just had something about him that made everyone love him.

“Thanks, Harry,” I said.

He smiled down at me, taking my face into his hands. He bent down and for a second, I actually thought he was going to kiss me.

But he pecked me on the cheek, and let go of me.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” he said, his voice rough. He all but ran away.

“Night, Harry,” I whispered when he’d long left, holding my cheek.

The last thing I thought before I drifted off to sleep was that I promised myself not to make an idiot out of myself my falling for Harry Styles. No way.

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