Change Your Life

“Holy shit,” I breathed out, feeling sick with excitement and nerves. Louis Tomlinson was in our hotel... Co-authored by Lozza (author of Laura's POV) & MisfiredSynapse (author of Kate's POV).


3. Kate’s POV

An hour later, after going through our purchases and listening to the footsteps in the room above us- we were not fangirling, thank you- Laura and I heard the door close and the footsteps cease. I knew our hotel had a lounge and a bar, and shot bolt upright from my bed, where I’d been lying with my iPod, leeching the wi-fi.

“The bar!” I said loudly.

Laura jumped and nearly dropped her book on her face, shooting me a dirty look.

“What?” I defended myself, grinning as I quickly got up and grabbed my hairbrush. “I’m going down to the bar. You wanna come?”

Laura sighed and fell back on the pillows, returning to her book. “You have the worst timing. I’m at the really good bit!” she called after me as I ducked into our shared bathroom to fix my hair. Normally, I wouldn’t have bothered, but if there was a chance my favourite boyband would be down there, I wanted to avoid looking like a Troll doll. Laura and I both weren’t the type of girls to spend hours in front of the mirror; enough to make sure we didn’t look like creatures of the night and that was it.

Returning to the room with neat hair and a fresh layer of chapstick- I had a bad habit of biting my lips and this stuff tasted horrible, so I was hoping it would discourage me- I raised an eyebrow at Laura and grabbed my purse, before tossing the room key onto the bed beside her. “Fine, stay in and read,” I said casually, turning for the door. “If I see Louis down there, I’ll tell him you say hi.”

I made it halfway to the lift before the room door slammed and my best friend bolted to catch up with me, wide-eyed and death-glaring. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” I replied, cheerfully pressing the button. We rode down in comfortable silence, though I noticed Laura checking her hair in the reflective walls, and nudged her as we reached the bottom. “Stop it. If anyone’s gonna have a hair-problem, it’s me. Yours is fine, mine’s the devil incarnate.”

She giggled at me and we walked across the lobby to the lounge, instantly spotting the five boys in a booth at the back of the room. Their security wandered the room, stern-faced and suspicious, and both Laura and I shared a look of mutual disappointment as we slunk up to the bar. “I suppose we better pretend we didn’t just come down here to see them?” Laura muttered to me.

I nearly choked on air, trying to keep my laughter quiet as I put my head on the bar and struggled to regain my calm. Breathing deep, I gave her a cheeky grin. “I came down here to drink, excuse yourself,” I replied, scanning the rows of booze behind the counter. I wasn’t a big drinker, truth be told, and I only really let myself get drunk around people I knew and trusted. But since I wasn’t driving anywhere and was technically on holiday, I figured one or two wouldn’t hurt. “Are you drinking?” I asked Laura, who was not-so-subtly staring at One Direction in the mirror below the liquor shelf.

“What?” she asked, clearly distracted.

Rolling my eyes, I pointed at the beer taps. “Are you drinking? If yes, what?” She just shrugged, clearly out of it, and I gave up. “Two Malibu and coke, please. Could you make one a double? Ice in both, cheers.”

While waiting for the drinks, I followed Laura’s line of sight and realised that we had picked the best possible seats ever. From our stools by the bar, the mirror gave us a perfect view of One Direction. I felt my cheeks heat up and I couldn’t breathe for a minute, almost hyperventilating at the thought of them being so close. I mean… I never thought I’d get within a hundred feet of them and now they were literally less than half a room away.

They were close enough that we could hear their conversation- well, bits and pieces- that grew too loud. Niall, predictably, was loudest, which only made me smile and my cheeks flush. Surprisingly, Zayn was talking a mile a minute- he always seemed so quiet- and I heard the name ‘Perrie’ tossed around more than once. Bless him.

Shaking my head, I turned to Laura and kicked her ankle gently to get her attention. “So, what are we doing tomorrow?” I asked, desperate to distract myself. We couldn’t sit here like a pair of bumps on a log, silent and creepily staring through a mirror. They’d soon twig something was up and we’d be caught. With that thought in mind, I tuned out Niall’s voice- though I really, really didn’t want to- and raised my eyebrow at Laura, ordering us both another drink. Mine was already gone- I don’t remember drinking it- and she was almost done.

“The concert?” Laura replied.

“Before that, loony-toon,” I retorted swiftly, my tone light enough to take the sting out of the insult. “We can’t haunt the pop-up store, we’ll have no money left.”

“We could busk somewhere,” she suggested, sounding slightly distracted. “My guitar’s in your car.”

Nodding slowly, I started listing places in my head where we could go. Preferably within walking distance and free, because I wasn’t paying the astronomical parking fees in the city and nor was I planning on spending more money than necessary. “I wanna go to the ABC shop at some point,” I said absent-mindedly, playing a game of hockey with a peanut against my glass. “Stuff for a Tumblr giveaway.”

“You’re really gonna do that?” Laura sounded surprised and I shrugged.

“Why not? Might be fun.”

“You just want to be internet famous,” Laura mumbled, laughing when I nodded with a huge, goofy grin. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me, though she was still giggling. “Do I blame Dan or Phil?”

“Both,” I replied immediately, and suddenly everything in the room was funny. You know those weird moods you get in with your best friend, when everything’s funny though you don’t know why? And you can’t stop laughing though it hurts and just when you think you’ve managed to calm down, you look at each other and start laughing all over again?

Yeah. That happened.

It got to the point where- even though I was breathless with laughter- I was still aware enough to see that someone was now standing at the bar beside me. A moment of inspection told me that Niall fucking Horan was standing right next to me, with a sort of half-amused half-concerned little smirk on his face. I almost choked on my tongue trying to catch my breath and say something; he grinned and petted my back until oxygen was once again under my control.

I was faintly aware of Laura falling silent behind me, but didn’t turn around to check if she was okay.

“Sorry for scaring you, love,” Niall said cheerfully, leaning on his elbows on the bar, waiting for their drinks to be poured.

“It’s alright,” I said instantly, waving off the apology. “I’m just not used to celebrities sneaking up on me.”

His expression turned sheepish for a brief moment, before he winked and grabbed the tray offered to him by the bartender. I watched him walk away, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. I nearly fell off my stool when he turned around and asked; “You two wanna come join us?”

“Seriously?” Laura blurted out, slapping a hand over her mouth a second later.

Niall laughed and nodded, jerking his head towards the table. The rest of the band waved as we looked over. “Come on, before all Harry’s knock-knock jokes are gone.”

“Never happen!” Harry shouted, looking offended at the thought.

Laura slid off her stool and I grabbed my drink and purse to follow, wanting to go somewhere private to scream in delight. “Did One Directon just randomly ask us to sit with them?” I mumbled as we headed over. Laura snickered under her breath, her elbow digging in to my ribs.

“No. Niall just asked you to sit with them,” she replied, laughing as my face went beet red.

“Shut up,” I hissed, giving Niall a small smile as he kicked out a chair for me, and Harry- on the other side of the table, next to Louis, stood to let Laura have his. He even bowed and everything, before grabbing a chair from a neighbouring table and sitting between the two of us, winking at me.

“So,” Liam began, stirring his tonic water. “Introductions are in order. I’m sure you two know who we are?” he asked, and when we both nodded, grinned knowingly. “So, you get to start.”

Laura and I looked at one another and instantly played rock, paper, scissors to decide who went first. My paper was hopelessly cut and she looked a little nervous as she set her drink on the table and hid her hands in her lap. She was wringing her fingers probably, a nervous sign. I know I’d been discreetly biting my lip since we entered the bar.

Laura took a deep breath; “Well…”

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