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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6. She's probably a dog as well.

In Which Charlie Meets Anne. Again.

 

I was nervous. No, nervous didn’t even begin to cover it. I was beyond nervous, I was super-nervous.

I was sitting in the train to meet the guys, who had already spent three days in the bungalow after going back home. My resit exam had been quite okay, the most important thing was that it was over and that I was going to spend a week with the band I was in now.

I checked my phone for any texts from the guys, who I had stayed in contact with for the last few days, or from Anne, who was an absolute doll and had even invited me to her house because her son was away with his friends to meet her daughter Gemma and her husband. Of course I had declined, even though she was sweeter than sugar.

There was only one from my brother, to which I replied quickly.

I laughed again as I looked at the names the boys had given themselves.

Harry Loves You <3

Get Niall Nando’s When You See Him

Zayn Is Amazing

Louis was totally staring at your arse when you were lying on the floor and he doesn’t even feel any shame whatsoever because he thinks it is a very fine arse indeed and very stare-worthy ok bye

Liam Thinks These Guys Are Idiots

Then my phone chirped, signalling that I’d gotten a text.

Frog: YOU WHORE HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ALOOOONE?

She’d already screamed various insults at me when I left and got detention for it, so no big surprise there.

I texted her back:

I love you more than anything you know that. <3

It chirped again.

Frog: Whose boobs am I supposed to touch now, Curly?:’(

You can touch Will’s man boobs?, I texted back.

Frog: No.

Frog: I don’t like Will.

Frog: & he’s leaving next week.

I didn’t get to text her back because that was when I arrived at the station, scrambling out of the train because I hadn’t even noticed it pulling in. I only had one suitcase, a beautifully green one with stickers glued all over it, and my Cath Kidston carrier bag.

The guys were nowhere to be seen, but my phone chirped again, twice this time.

Frog: and look into your suitcase, Boobies, cuz I got you sth.

Yes, she called me Boobies. And Curly. And slave, and whore, and about everything. Like I said, we were pretty different, but the same level of crazy.

I looked at the other text, which was from Harry:

Harry Loves You <3: We’ll be there in 5, my Mum’s driving is awful.

I giggled.

No probs, I wrote back, can’t wait to see you guys. Are the others with you?

Harry Loves You <3: Niall & Liam stayed cuz Niall was hungry. But we need the others for your stuff. xD

I pouted.

Five quid says I’ve got less than Zayn.

Harry Loves You <3: Never.

Harry Loves You <3: You’re a girl.

Harry Loves You <3: Don’t you have 20 suitcases just for your shoes?

I’m not talking to you anymore, and you’re not even my dimple/cuddle buddy anymore now.

Harry Loves You <3: Oh, come on, Charlie.

Harry Loves You <3: Please?

Harry Loves You <3: Charlie???

Harry Loves You <3: Hullooooo?

Harry Loves You <3: Oh God, you’re actually mad at me.

Harry Loves You <3: CHARLIE?

Louis was totally staring at your arse when you were lying on the floor and he doesn’t even feel any shame whatsoever because he thinks it is a very fine arse indeed and very stare-worthy: I think Harry-babes is gonna cry soon, give the guy a break xD

I grinned, texting both.

K Curls, still talking and the dimple bit is restored, but you gotta earn the cuddle title or else I’m taking Louis.

Louis was totally staring at your arse when you were lying on the floor and he doesn’t even feel any shame whatsoever because he thinks it is a very fine arse indeed and very stare-worthy: There you have it, Harold.

Harry Loves You <3: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Harry Loves You <3: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Louis was totally staring at your arse when you were lying on the floor and he doesn’t even feel any shame whatsoever because he thinks it is a very fine arse indeed and very stare-worthy: Your fault.

I laughed.

Don’t you guys find it a tad weird that you’re texting each other while sitting in the same car?

Louis was totally staring at your arse when you were lying on the floor and he doesn’t even feel any shame whatsoever because he thinks it is a very fine arse indeed and very stare-worthy: Oh Mother Of God, Turn, FAST.

I was trying to figure out what he meant when someone attacked me, hugging me furiously.

“Did I earn it back?”

“Harry…” I gasped. “… Air!”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” He loosened his grip but kept on hugging me.

“Harold, let Blondie go, I want to hug her as well!” that screech could only be Louis.

“Hey, Blondes.” He grinned, pressing me to him briefly. “I think Harry fancies you,” he whispered in my ear, letting me go.

I was probably beet red.

Zayn came to us, hugging me. “Hey,” he murmured.

I threw him a grin. “Hi, Zayn.” Then I turned to Harry. “So? I told you I’d have less than him, do I?”

He was staring at my suitcase.

“You actually do,” Louis answered for him, popping his braces. “I think Harry’s pretty gob-smacked.”

“Where’s your Mum anyways?” I asked when Harry had taken my suitcase and we were walking towards the entrance doors.

“Outside, pouting.”

I laughed. “Why’s that?”

“She thinks this one girl would be totally superb to have over, but now she can’t and Harry just flipped while she was gushing about her,” Zayn answered.

“Yeah, it was brill,” Louis grinned, ruffling Harry’s hair. “He was all ‘Mum, nobody cares about whatever weirdo you met. She’s probably a dog as well. No offense, but your taste in girls for me is always someone who’d make a perfect housewife or something.’” He was not good at imitating Harry’s voice.

“Hey, don’t mess with the curls!” I slapped his hand away, side-hugging Harry and almost making him drop the suitcase.

“One day he’s going to leave me for you,” Louis sniffed and Zayn laughed.

From what I’d gotten to know about the guys, Harry and Louis were definitely my favourites, and they seemed to have this hilarious teasing-bromance going on, at least Liam had told me so.

When we reached the only car on the car park, there was a slim, tall woman with brown hair bending over and sorting out something on the back seat, while talking on her phone.

“I know, Gem, but she said she couldn’t. Yeah, I don’t know why. I guess she’s your age, she finished school this year. Yes, you can… Harry did what?”

Harry looked like a little kid that had just been found with one hand in the cookie jar.

“No, I’ll probably have to, I mean, I have no idea if this girl can even cook, they sure can’t.”

I had to suppress a giggle, and her head shot up, hitting the roof of the car.

“Ow!” she exclaimed. “I’m going to call you back, okay, sweetie?” She turned, looking at us.

“Okay, I’m Anne and I’m…” She stopped, staring at me.

“You’re Harry’s Mum!” I finished. “Oh God, yes! It was SO OBVIOUS!” I laughed, hugging her. “It’s so good to see you again!”

“You, too, Charlie!” She hugged me back. “Now, we really have some catching up to do, I guess, right? So you definitely have to meet my daughter Gemma…” She pulled me to the front seat, leaving the guys standing there, gobsmacked.

I glared at Harry. “You called me a dog, you bastard,” I said jovially.

“This is so awkward,” Harry said, putting down the suitcase.

“Boys, are you coming?” Anne called, getting into the car.

I shrugged and got in as well.

When we were five minutes along the way, my phone chirped and I heard the guys’ phones ringing as well.

Get Niall Nando’s When You See Him: Can you guys get me some Nando’s on the way?

I chuckled. “Did Niall send you the same text?”

“Yeah,” they answered in unison.

“If you mean the one telling us to get Nando’s anyway,” Zayn added.

“We should just have Nando’s for dinner,” Harry said. “That way Mum won’t have to stay.” He was obviously a bit peeved at Anne and me getting along so well and her telling all sorts of stories about him while I shared some of my Boarding School years.

“Cool with me,” Zayn said and that was probably it.

“I have to go grocery shopping as well, I guess if Niall wants you to bring food, he’s already raided the fridge,” Anne sighed.

“I’ll go with you!”

“No,” Harry growled. “I can’t let you two alone.”

I turned, looking at him with the best adorable look I could manage, gazing at him from under my lashes (which was easy considering he was almost a foot taller than me).

“Oh come on, Curls. Please? I’ll let you be my Cuddle Buddy again!”

It didn’t take me long. “… Fine,” he murmured.

“You’re totally whipped and you haven’t even snogged her yet!” Louis made fun of him, earning a death stare from both Anne and me.

“Louis, apologize to Harold.” I said.

“… Sorry, Harry.” He pouted.

I laughed and we pulled up to a mall, separating.

When Anne and I came back to the car with loads of food—and three packages of carrots, because Anne insisted we needed both—, the boys were already leaning against the car, with, and I’m not lying, eight bags of Nando’s.

“Are you insane?” I laughed, but I was the only one.

“Niall eats,” Zayn told me.

Harry nodded. “A lot.”

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