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?

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10. Finale Part 1

I loved him. I think. I told myself that I did. I told him that I did. I wasn’t sure. It was honestly too soon to tell. We’d only been together since November, when he gutted himself emotionally in Ibiza to tell me that he needed to be with me. I gave in. I called my family and told them that I wouldn’t be home for Christmas this year. I was going to be spending it with Harry and his family in Cheshire. This would be the first Christmas in 31 years that I haven’t been with my family. I was upset. I was angry at him for keeping me there. Every time I tried to tell him I wanted to go back to America, that I was homesick and that I missed everyone, including Robyn, he would guilt me and whine and act 10 and make me feel bad so I stayed. The puppy dog eyes wore off after a while. I mean sure, every time I looked at him I wanted to rip his clothes off,  but I wasn’t used to being with someone who was so emotionally unstable. One minute he was spilling his guts to me, about how much he wanted to be with me and then he was spouting off about how I needed to make sure that I was careful when I was out and about because it looked bad on him. I know exactly what incidents he was referring to.

The first being my birthday party at Mahiki. Robyn flew in to spend it with me since Harry and the guys were in America. I couldn’t be mad that he wasn’t there to spend it with me, it wasn’t his fault, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to have a great fucking time with my best friend. We got shit faced, black out drunk and there were pictures all over the internet by the time Robyn and I woke up on Harry’s living room floor the next morning. I had 6 missed calls and 12 texts from Harry asking where the fuck I was and why were there pictures of Robyn and I making out all over the front of The Sun. I shrugged it off and told him to lighten up. I was a fucking adult and I would do whatever I wanted.

The second time he was angry with me, like legitemitely angry was when he found out that I had lunch with Caroline. She called me. I had only assumed that she had gotten my number from him, later finding out that was not the case, she got it from Nick.  It was a fine lunch. We talked about her hosting Xtra Factor and how good the contestants were this past year, loving James Arthur and hating that Ella had gotten sent home so early. We talked about her weird relationship with Olly and how even though everyone thought they should be together, she secretly thought he was gay. We both laughed, neither one of us surprised. Then she brought up Harry. She asked how we were. If he was still super emotional, if he still got angry over small incessant things. She asked if he had screamed at me yet, or if he had thrown a glass out of frustration. The conversation was turning dark and I didn’t like how much she was prying into my relationship. She could tell it was making me uncomfortable so she switched topics. To sex. I didn’t want to go there with her either but as she started talking about it I wanted to throw up. She was telling me all the things he would do to her and it was exactly the things he would do to me. I lied and told her I had to leave and when I left the cafe I called Harry and cried. He was angry that I had gone to see her but told me we’d talk about it that night when he got home from rehearsals.

I ended up forgetting about the whole Caroline thing and just pushing it to the back of my mind. All of it. The stupid arguing over nothing, him whining over silly things and me getting irritated that he wasn’t around much. That was his lifestyle and I was just going to have to deal with it if I wanted to be with him. I considered leaving. Just going back to America while he was out at rehearsals and just never calling him back. But I couldn’t keep running from things. I ran when Matt and I broke up and it brought me here. Maybe Harry was my reason to stay this time. 

A few weeks before Christmas, Robyn was in town seeing Lou. They had finally made their relationship official to the public and people were going crazy about it. Harry and Lou, best friends, dating best friends. How adorable. It really made things easier on me though. The nights the guys were out late were perfect for her and I to catch up. I had been working for Lou Teasdale a lot lately and was really making good money so I could afford to go out whenever I wanted. I had been debating on whether or not I was going to be staying. Harry and I talked more and more about me not going back to America when February came but I told him it was going to be too hard on me to have to stay here in London while he was away having fun in my country without me.

Robyn had been playing a smile on her face all day long, like she knew something I didn’t. She told me that something really exciting was happening tonight and I’d be so happy. Harry and Louis got home a little after 8pm and had called us earlier telling us to be ready, and dressed nicely when they got there. We arrived at Funky Buddah around 9:30 pm and as we walked in, I realized the place was pretty empty, not usual for a Friday night. I looked at Robyn suspiciously and all she could do was smile at me. We all met at the bar and downed a few shots. As we were sitting at a lounge table in the middle of the club, a few of those cocktail girls came out of the back brandishing the Grey Goose bottles with the sparklers coming out of the top. I was looking around to see who’s birthday it was, mine had already passed and it was too early for Harry’s, his wasn’t until February. Everyone was looking at me and I was getting confused. As the last girl came out I looked and saw Lou Teasdale rushing through the door with her coat still on.

“AHH HARRY! I’m so sorry I’m late! I left it at home and had to go back, and then Lux started freaking out and I couldn’t get out the door…”

“Lou, it’s fine, I haven’t told her yet, hand it here.” He laughed lightly as he took a manilla envelope out of her hands.

She then took her coat off and hugged Robyn and I both reaching behind me grab a shot off the table. She hugged me again and just kept saying she was so excited but wouldn’t tell me for what and I was starting to get agitated. As if someone was reading my mind, the music cut off and the house lights came on. Harry shushed everyone and handed me the large envelope. 

“What’s going on you guys?” I questioned without smiling. Now I was uneasy, I had no idea what was happening and I didn’t like it one bit.

“Just open it baby, please, I promise you’ll like it. Consider it an early Christmas present.”

I opened the envelope and pulled out two plane tickets and another smaller envelope. I looked confused when I saw the plane ticket was to Raleigh three days before Christmas. 

“Harry, what is this? Are you sending me home for Christmas??” I screeched while everyone laughed at my reaction.

“We’re going to Raleigh baby. I’ve already talked to your Mum. It’s all settled.”

I threw my arms around him and cried but quickly pulled myself together and realized that I wouldn’t be able to come back and stay until tour started. My face fell.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“But, if I go home, I won’t be able to come back. I thought you wanted me to stay until…”

“Look in the small envelope Kris.” Lou called over Harry’s shoulder.

I opened the smaller envelope and pulled out a small piece of Official looking paper. It was a work visa. I got it, I got a work visa to return to the UK after Christmas!

“How? What am I going to be doing? I don’t understand…”

“You’re going to be my assistant for the European leg of the tour, is that ok?” Lou asked me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I kissed Harry harder than I’ve ever kissed anyone in my entire life. My life was unreal. Un fucking real.

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