A Friend in London

One Direction Fan Fiction.

Krista and her boyfriend of 5 years break up and she has nowhere to go. Her best friend Robyn decides to take her on a whirlwind journey to London to escape. Everything is going smooth until Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson enter the picture. Will everything continue to go smoothly or will they ruin their chances of ever having a normal life again?


8. 8.


The last week had been a whirlwind for Robyn and I. Shopping, relaxing, double dates here and there and for the most part we only saw each other for a few hours out of the day. Most of our time had been spent respectively with Harry and Louis. Lou Teasdale had called me early this morning asking for my help on a shoot she was doing with the boys before they left on holiday tomorrow, so of course I said yes. I wanted to be able to see Harry again before he left. I knew I was leaving in a week even though he has spent most of the past two weeks trying to convince me to stay longer and that he would pay for my trip back. I couldn’t accept that proposal. I was falling for this kid harder and harder everyday and I knew if I stayed longer it would just make it harder to leave later. I have told his precious face and body no repeatedly yet he refused to take no for an answer. Maybe him being gone on holiday would make it easier for me to leave. Maybe. 

Robyn and I arrived at the studio at half 7 with lattes in hand ready to work. Of course as soon as we walked in the door we were greeted with cheeky comments from the guys as well as hugs and kisses from Harry and Louis. This shoot was going to be for a Brit magazine and she basically just needed help on set to keep the boys settled and to make sure they didn’t mess up hair and makeup in between shots. 

I was seated on a small couch checking my twitter feed when Liam sat down next to me, eyeing me quizically.

“So, Harry’s in deep yeah?”

“I wouldn’t know Li, you all know him better than I do. It’s only been two weeks, it’s just a fling, he’s fine.” I laughed at him as he continued to

stare at me, head cocked to the side. 

“Well he is you know. He’s smitten with you. He’s never really dated an American before and it’s weird to see him so infatuated.”

“Dated? Who said we’re dating? We’re just hanging out.”

“And sleeping together.” he raised his eyebrows at me.

“That is none of your business Daddy Direction.” I giggled at him.

“Well I’ve seen the marks you’ve left on him, so unless you’re teaching him how to fight, you’re fucking him.”

I never would have assumed that Liam would be so blunt and straight forward.

“I just don’t want to see him get hurt, yeah? He’s still a kid. You’re almost as old as Caroline was and she broke him in half when they split. It tore at him for months. He doesn’t know how to separate having fun with a woman and thinking that he’s in love. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”

“I appreciate your input Liam but it’s going to be fine. Really.” I wasn’t so sure after this conversation.

“LOUIS!!!!” Lou yelled from the makeup chair. “Where is Louis?”

“Where is Robyn?” Niall smirked. “Find her, you’ll find him. They’re like ferrets. They cant stop”

“Ferrets?” Zayn laughed. “Do you even know anything about animals and sex?”

“No Zayn, I really don’t. I was trying to be funny, don’t go all National Geographic on me. Shit.”


The shoot had finished early and Harry decided to take me to lunch. Out. In public. It was kind of insane. We were followed the entire way to Nando’s. I didn’t understand what was so exciting about this place. It looked like a Ruby Tuesday to me, but apparently they had the best chicken around, and I had no idea what Peri Peri anything was so I definitely felt like and outsider. He had called ahead to let them know he would be there so that we could sit alone and not be bothered.

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow right? Where are you going?” 

“Ibiza, it’s gorgeous there.” he mumbled while putting chips into his mouth.

“Our last day hanging out together and you’d rather sit here and eat than take me home and destroy me one last time…your thought process confuses me Styles.” I laughed at him as he choked on a chip.

“About that, so, I didn’t want to say anything earlier because I didn’t want to give you a chance to say no, so. I’ve already cleared everything. You and Robyn are coming with us.”

“With you where??” I raised my eyebrows at him.

He took another bite of his food and mumbled through chewing. “Ibiza, you’re coming with us.”


Robyn and I stalked through Heathrow airport making our way to the gate walking faster than the few people behind us with cameras. Well, Robyn was floating, I was stalking. I can’t believe I let either of them talk me into this. I didn’t want this. I mean, I was happy but, going on holiday with Harry just seemed too intense. Too committed. He didn’t know what he was doing to me. This was much much more than a rebound for me. Infatuation turned real the night I met him and he put his mouth on mine at the pub in Primrose. It turned from real to scary the morning after we had sex for the first time because we both realized it wasn’t just sex. We genuinely enjoyed each other. He was 18 but by god he wasn’t. He was so much more than that.

We were swiftly taken directly onto the plane and placed in our first class seats which the boys obviously took care of. 

“You sad they’re not with us Kris?” Robyn asked pulling out her ipod.

“No, I’m glad we’re flying separate, too much drama otherwise. Harry said they’d be waiting for us in a car when we get to Spain. No big deal.”

Robyn motioned for the stewardess to come over and asked for 4 jack and cokes. Two for each of us. I drank my first one in two sips.

“What is wrong with you? This is supposed to be the best time of our lives. We’re practically DATING H and Lou and you’re a bundle of nerves downing that drink like this is a nightmare. I thought you’d be estatic.”

“I am excited, I’m just scared. I really like him Robyn. Like legit like him and he’s…he’s Harry. We’re leaving next week, he’s leaving for America a few weeks after to head to New York, then back here for tour prep and it’s just too much to handle. I wish we weren’t going so I could have just said goodbye yesterday and got on with the heartbreak. On both ends. It just makes me nervous. I feel like I’m too far into this with him Robyn. I’m sure I will be ok, I just need some good relaxing.”

“Ha! What you need are some good drugs. Don’t worry, bestie will fix you up.” 


I was high as fuck laying on the rooftop terrace at the Es Vive Hotel.

I had smoked a lot of weed with Robyn and Louis in the room before I panicked and needed  fresh air. They were all over each other and I couldn’t watch anymore, it was like a porn waiting to happen. I hadn’t seen Harry all morning. Not since our argument earlier. I already know how to push his buttons. If I was going to get him to forget about me, I have to. We had argued again about me staying in London until February. I kept telling him no, it wasn’t an option and he said if I cared enough, I’d make it an option. I was so angry with him. I called him a child and pushed him out of the room.

I went back to our room, hoping he was still gone. He wasn’t. He was laying face down on the huge bed with his eyes closed. He didn’t even move at the sound of my voice calling his name. He was asleep. I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.  I peeled off my tank top and shorts, followed by the one piece bathing suit I had on. Thank God for 77 degree weather in October. I stepped under the hot stream of water and immediately felt my high washing away. 

I was humming Bonnie Rait’s “I can’t make you love me” when I felt the curtain open. I knew it was him, I didn’t have to turn around for that. He slid in  behind me and put his arms around my waist pulling me back against him, resting the back of my head on his chest, barely touching his collarbone. He put his mouth up to my ear and sang

“Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t, you can’t make your heart feel something it wont, here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart, and I’ll feel the power, but you won’t. No you won’t. Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t.”

He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and kissed it, spinning me around to face him. The droplets forming on his eyelashes took my breath away. He was so beautiful. Why did he want me? I’m just an insecure, chubby girl from America who is way too old do be doing this with an 18 year old. He took my face in his hands and pulled me in for a kiss. It was like fire. Better than any kiss he’s given me so far. It was so passionate, so, real, so full of….love. Fuck. No NO NO. No. I pulled away and just stared at him. I was about to say something when we both heard a thumping coming from the otherside of the room, behind the wall. It sounded like

bass and….screaming? Oh christ, it was Robyn and Louis. Wow. They have seriously been having ALL the sex in Ibiza. Those lucky bastards. I haven’t slept with Harry since the night before we got here. I didn’t want him to fall harder.

Harry pecked my lips and jumped out of the shower leaving me standing there alone. He wrapped a plush white towel around his waist and I heard the door slam.

I placed my ear up to the tile so I could hear what was going on next door.


Harry banged on the door next to ours with a fury. Robyn answered the door in nothing but a towel as well, smirking at Harry as she looked him up and down. She opened the door a little further and there sat Louis, propped up against the headboard, naked.

“Are you QUITE finished??” Harry growled at both of them. “This isn’t a porn being filmed, you can do other shit too. Like sight see, shop, sunbathe. It’s annoying to Kris and I to hear you fucking all the time!”

“Not our fault she doesn’t loove ya back mate, maybe she’ll come around.” Louis said to him while lighting up a joint. “Wan’t some choir boy?” He taunted Harry.

“No, it will cloud all my judgement when it comes to her and I. I want to be able to think straight. Figure out a way to tell her exactly how I feel.  I’m going to convince her to stay, she will, I know it.”

Robyn looked at Louis and then back to me. 

“Good luck with that, she’s the most stubborn person I know besides myself. She’ll rip you apart and feed you to the dogs if you’re not careful Harry.”

“Wish me luck then, sounds like I need it….”

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