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?


9. 9.


Robyn’s POV-

Harry sighed at me and turned around to walk back to his room. I closed the door  and laughed. 

“What is wrong with him?” I asked Louis genuinely as I crawled back onto the bed next to him. I rested my head against the headboard and took the joint from his hand.

He ran is free hand through his already messed up sex hair and breathed heavily. 

“He’s messed up. He’s always been really emotionally attached to people. It’s one of the reasons “Larry Stylinson” was such a huge thing. It was never about attraction or being “bi” or “gay”. He needed to be told on a daily basis that he was worth it. That someone loved him. That they were there when he needed to hold hands or snuggle on. He cant stand to be alone. EVER. It’s why he always has someone. Whether it be me, Caz, Grimmy, Cara, and now Kris. He gets attached. FAST. He thought he loved me Robyn, it was so awkward sometimes. So yes it was weird when El and I started dating. People always talked about how sad Harry was because of it, because he and I were in a secret relationship… No that’s not it. Yes he was sad, because now all the attention I had been giving him, and letting him know someone gave a shit, well, that attention was put on her, and he felt left out.”

I didn’t know what to say. I had always had some speculations and reservations about the whole “Larry” thing, but would have NEVER brought it up to him, I know how sensitive Lou can be about it. I can’t believe he just told me about it all. Now i guess I understand why Harry is the way he is. I needed to talk to Krista before anything else went down. She needs to know that he’s like this before she lets herself get pulled farther in.

I inhaled the sweet sweet smoke and breathed it out through my nose watching Louis face intently. He was so beautiful. The way his eyes crinkled up at the corners when he was laughing, the way his mouth twitched when he was telling a joke that only he thought was funny. The way he cocks his head to the side when someone is trying to tell him something important so it looks like he’s really paying more attention than he is. He noticed I was staring at him and grinned. 

“Lets get you out of that towel, it’s restricting my view, and as you can see, I’m already naked, lets be fair here.” 


Krista’s POV

I had stopped trying to listen to the conversation next door when I heard Louis ask Harry if he wanted to smoke. I don’t want to know what they’re talking about. Nope. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and was reaching for the conditioner when I heard the bathroom door open. 

“Hey, erm I’m going to talk to you while you’re in here so you cant just walk away again, so don’t get mad.” he breathed out slowly.

“I don’t really have a choice then yeah?” I laughed as I peeked around the curtain.

“Ok, so I know everyone is telling you things about me. Or at least asking about you and I. Maybe saying things about how I get attached easily and how I always think I’m in love and blah blah. Well, it’s true. I do get attached and I do fall fast but I don’t know, it’s just how I am, and I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing. I’m young and I want to experience as much emotion as I can, WHILE I can. I like you Krista. A lot. I know it’s only been 2 weeks. I get that. And I know you have a normal life back home, and me pulling you into this is stupid. I know you’re older than me and I know what you want. I know why you and Matt broke up. I’m not a bloody idiot. I can’t promise you any of that. In fact, I don’t want children for a long time. But at least I’ll admit I want them. and I want to get married when I’m a little older. I can’t promise you that it’s going to be you either, but I at least want to be honest and tell you what I can promise you from the beginning.” He stopped to take a breath and I heard him sink down onto the floor. 

I turned off the water that was washing away teardrops on my face and pulled a towel from the rack on the wall closest to the curtain. I wrapped the towel around my body without drying off and climbed out of the tub and sat on the floor facing him. I put my wet hands on his and watched him talk with his head down, not even looking at me.

“I promise you that this is not a fling for me even if it is for you. I can promise you that I will never take you for granted. I promise you that I will always be honest with you even if it is something you don’t want to hear. I can promise to always be faithful and loyal. I can promise that I will screw up, I’m almost 19 and I have a lot of growing up to do. I promise that as long as you stick by me for as long as we both want this, I will never intentionally hurt you. I promise to always try and protect you from hate as much as I can,and I can promise that I will fall in love with you. Wholeheartedly. Fully, and I can promise that you will fall in love with me too. That’s just how it works.”

The last sentence he looked up at me through partially wet curls, searching for something written on my face. I scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his bottom lip that was protruding in a small pout, waiting. After thinking it over I spoke quietly.

“I can’t promise you this will work. I can’t promise that I won’t get angry when you’re gone. I can’t promise that I will always be able to put up with your teenage antics. I can’t promise that I wont be a jealous person, because I am. I can’t promise that I wont cry when fans make fun of me. I can’t promise that I wont put pressure on you even though I don’t mean to.”

I started to cry. I haven’t felt this vulnerable in a while.

“I can promise that I will support you harder than anyone other than your family. I can promise that I will always be here for you whether we stay together or not. I can promise you that I will bug you and pester you and nag you until you’re so angry you could spit, and I know how much you hate that, but on top of all of that I can promise you that I will definitely fall in love with you if you keep this up.”

Harry knocked me over with how hard he leapt at me across the floor. He lay on top of me hugging me with his face in my neck. All I could do was laugh. And then I realized what I was doing. I just told a teenage popstar that I was agreeing to be his “girlfriend”. I was 12 years older than him and he just hugged me like a 5 year old hugs their mom when they get their way after an argument. I really hope I wasn’t making a mistake. For his sake.

My thoughts were immediately ripped from my head when I felt his tongue on my throat. THIS was not a teenager. Oh no. He took my hands that were at my sides and placed them above my head, pinning them with one of his hands, sliding the other to the top of my towel and undoing the tie, letting is slide away from me.He undid his towel as well, then came resting back in between my legs. He kissed my lips softly begging for permission. He ran his hand down my side and rested it on my hip, moving his mouth to my ear he whispered, ”One thing I forgot, I can promise you that your body will never forget me. Ever.”

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