Counting My Wishes

I'm just an average girl that is sarcastic, funny, and always being myself. I'm not the typical girl you would think I am. I don't go crazy for the new fashion lines that girls wear, or go crazy over annoying boy bands. Just one of those...what would you call it? Tomboys. That's it. I never thought in a million years that something so little like a piece of paper would come into my life and change it entirely. I never wanted anything to do with One Direction. Life decides to throw stuff at you and you usually don't get what you want, am I right? Well, it happen to me... Copyright Shyviolin. Please no duplicating.

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13. Chapter 13-Day 7 continued

It was...Harry.

"Styles?" I look over at Flynn who shrugs.

Harry whispers something to Flynn as he nods and walks out. I turn back to the toilet staring at the vomit I just gagged out. What was he doing here? Oh right, I t was the last day, but why would he come when I'm sick?

"What are you doing here?" I finally ask.

"Liam texted us all that you knocked out and you were sick, so I wanted to make sure you were okay." He begins to rub my back again.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. I always run to the restroom and throw up my...food." I look at the vomit disgusted.

He lets out a light chuckle. "So I guess the last day isn't turning out so well."

"Guess not, but why'd you come? You didn't have to visit."

"I heard you and Liam had a fight yesterday."

"Snooping around much?"

"No, I didn't snoop. You actually butt dialed." I froze at his last words.

Okay, I know I said I didn't ever want to see them again, but I was just so angry at Liam so it just came out during the argument.

"What did you hear?" I wipe the vomit off on my mouth with some toilet paper looking back at him.

"Only up to when he was starting to call you blabber mouth, smart ass, rudest person ever, and pain in the ass." Oh good. He didn't hear the rest.

After a while of throwing up all of what was in my stomach, I get up and rinse my mouth out brushing my teeth. We walk down the hallway and hear different voices coming from the kitchen. I look around and see the rest of the boys here.

"Guys?" I rub my eyes plopping on a stool.

"Hey Andy, glad to see you're doing better." Zayn looks up at me.

"You didn't have to come you know." I look at them all.

"Well, we were worried you got very ill, but it's also our last day to hang out with you." Louis said.

"We'll spend this day taking care of you." Liam smiled.

"No, it's fine. I could take care of myself."

"Flynn could go to bed while we take care of you. He stood up all night to make sure nothing happened to you." I turn back to see Flynn resting his arm on the table with his chin on his hand.

I stand up and walk over to Flynn rubbing his back. "Thanks Flynn. I really appreciate you taking care of me. Go to bed, I'll be okay." He stands to his feet walking down the hallway to his room.

I turn back to the boys. "Just go watch a movie or something. I'm going to go rest." They all walk over to the living room sitting around on the couch. I walk down the hallway to my bedroom and slip into pajama shorts and a tank top. I snuggle into my blankets and close my eyes.

"Andy?" I open my eyes and look at the corner of my eye.

"Yeah?"

"Um...never mind, it's probably not a good idea."

I sit up and look towards the door to see Harry standing there. "What's wrong?"

He walks over to the bed sitting next to me. He takes his phone out clicking away at something I couldn't see from my point of view. He holds the phone up for me to see. I rub my eyes and take a closer look.

"No." I look up at him squinting my eyes.

"They think that um...your either Niall's or my girl-"

"Don't say it!" I cover his mouth.

"...friend. They think you're a-"

"Tart?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not a tart because I wouldn't be yours or Niall's...you know what."

"Trust me. Niall and I tried saying that you're our friend, but they refuse to believe it."

"First off, ew, second, can't you or Niall say you have a girlfriend?"

"Everyone thinks I'm a womanizer, so they automatically think that I'm with you instead of Niall."

"Why don't you say I'm your cousin?"

"That'll make it more weird and they probably won't believe it."

"Liam's?"

"He doesn't really hang out with family when we're around."

"Louis?"

"He doesn't have cousins."

"Zayn's?"

"You don't look like him much."

"Well, not all family members have to have similarity looks. How about Niall's?"

"His family lives in Ireland, what makes you think his cousin will come and visit him here?"

"Point taken. Wait, we aren't going to see each other again because it's our last day, so why are we thinking this over?"

"Oh...right." He lets out a sigh. He stands up and starts to walk out.

"Styles?"

"Yea?"

"Do you actually...never mind." He walks out closing the door behind him. I stand to my feet and walk out to the living room where the boys were watching TV.

"I thought you were going to bed?" Zayn looks up at me.

"Nah. It's our last day and might as well make it last." I plop down beside Louis and we all start to play Xbox and other games.

*******

"It's nine." Liam looks a his watch. I look up at him with a slightly sad face. "It's not like management is going to check up on us at night." He smiles at me.

"No, but they might call us." Louis gets up answering the phone. "Hello?...we're at the radio contest winners house...what why?...it's not like they're going to care...they can't do that, fans will freak and management will get so much hate and death threats...oh okay...we're on our way back." Louis turns back to us putting his phone away. "We can't stay."

"What why?" Liam stands up.

"Management wants us back or else they'll cancel all the interviews we have during the next week. Fans will think we stopped showing ourselves and it'll ruin our career." Louis stands to his feet grabbing his jacket.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye."

I stand up and hug Louis followed by Zayn, and then Liam. I glance around to find Harry and Niall behind me. I give a slight smile before hugging them both by their necks.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I had fun with you guys even though it got a bit crazy the last few days." I look at them quickly glancing at Liam, Niall, and Harry.

"Twitter DM?" Harry looks back at me as he's the last one to exit out the door.

"Sure, why not?" I shrug my shoulders.

"Hey, you better DM us too!" Niall shouts.

"Will do!" I shout to them as they get in their car.

One week, seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds, 604,800,000 milliseconds....okay yeah that went too far, but at least I know my math. Man, I probably wasted 16 of those hours staying knocked out, hiding from Harry the other day and fighting with Liam yesterday. Can't get those hours back for sure.

My phone suddenly beeps popping up a twitter message. I unlock my phone and read the screen.

Had loads of fun, Andy. Won't forget the day we had, and especially you. -Harry

I smile at the thought. They had fun today. They won't forget it and I won't either. I will never forget them and they won't forget me...

THE END.

FIN.

A/N: AHAHAH! Just kidding. I have some good/awesome/idk what I saying now. Anyways, I made a trailer! Let me know if you like it! Would love feedback!

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