Twenty missed calls. From who? I think we all know the answer. I unlock my phone to see seven missed calls from Harry, two from Louis, three from Zayn, two also from Liam, and six from Niall. Wow. I guess there was more than one of the boys. Voicemails were left from Harry and Niall. I wasn't too suprised. I didn't bother messaging them back anything.
"Andy, some delivery guy is at the front door. He has something for you." Flynn walks pass by my room scratching his head.
Delivery? I didn't order anything, did I?
I walk to the front door opening it to see a man with a long somewhat flat box. He's looks up noticing that someone has come.
"Delivery to Andy Trevor." He hands me the box, giving a quick smile then leaving.
I close the door looking down at the box. What could it be? It's pretty heavy though. I walk back to my room closing the door behind me. Placing the box on my bed, I plop myself next to it. I untie the bow releasing the strings on the sides of the box. I take the lid off to see a bouquet of flowers inside.
No. They need to stop this.
I fish my phone out of my pocket calling Harry. I didn't want anything from him, or Niall. Either way, I was going to yell at them both. I take a deep breath hoping it would go straight to voicemail.
"Andy?" Oh great.
"Why?" I ask.
"Why what?" He asks rather confused.
"You know what."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Those stupid flowers! Why did you send them to me? Huh? Tell me why!" I yell.
"Listen Andy, I have to go, but that wasn't me. It's probably from someone else." He hangs up leaving me in shock.
It must of been Niall. I dial his number waiting.
"Hello?" He yawns.
"D-did you send me flowers?" I ask, biting my nails.
"Flowers? I haven't sent you any-" I hang up scared. Who sent me them? It couldn't have been Derek, he doesn't know where I live, Flynn wouldn't spend this much money on a prank and it can't be sent from family. Who else?
My phone starts to ring. I answer it, not looking at caller ID.
"Hey Andy." I furrow my brows, trying to figure out who it was. It suddenly hits me.
"Oh, hey Liam."
"Now you decide to answer?" He chuckles. I stood silent. He clears his throat.
"Well I just wanted to ask if you got the flowers." I freeze in shock. It was Liam.
"I uh, yeah." He sent me them. Why?
"Oh good. I just wanted to brighten your day." He says cheery.
"Well I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Um sure?" I was still confused.
"Hey, since the band is on break from the tour, why don't we hang out? I'm back in London with the lads."
"No, it's not a good idea." I murmur.
"It could just be the two of us. C'mon."
"Well, I guess." I shrug.
"Alright! I'm nearby by, so I'll pick you up!" I hang up, still thinking.
He sent them to make my day? No, that's not the reason. He should know I don't like flowers.
"Ooo. Who's the lover boy?" Flynn walks in crossing his arms, grinning.
"There's no lover boy, just an idiot." I mutter.
"Well anyways, I'm heading out with Link to some tournament. I'll see you later?"
"I'll probably be out when you get back."
"Oh okay. Well see you way later." He nods walking out.
I start to get dress in my everyday clothing. Man, I sure miss these clothes. I hated wearing those dressy clothes and make up. The doorbell rings echoing down the hall to my room. I run to the door placing my hand over the knob. I take a deep breath before opening it to see Liam.
I didn't want to see, hear, or talk to them after I left during the tour. Although Liam, Louis, and Zayn had nothing to do with this, I still didn't want to be around while Harry and Niall were there.
"Andy! It's nice to see you again!" Liam pulls me into a hug.
"Nice to see you too?" I pat his back as he releases me.
"How've you been?"
"Better I guess you could say." I shrug not wanting to lie.
"Well that's good to hear."
"How are you and the guys?"
"Good! It's been amazing on tour so far with the...." I glance up at him, cutting himself off.
"Uh nevermind." He shakes his head.
"Dude, it's fine. I'm over it and I couldn't careless."
"Well the tour has been amazing although the boys and I miss you being there."
"I don't need to be there. I've had enough of the hectic life you guys live in."
"Yeah I heard."
"You heard?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"More like read about it." Oh right. The Celeb Magazine came out not too long ago.
"Oh....right." I bit my lip, thinking back when Jesy interviewed me. After she interviewed me, I found out she wasn't a mean person. She was just trying to keep her job and her home. I guess we kind of became friends after that.
"You know, Hardy is big right now. Everyone is still talking about the fake relationship." He looks down at me.
"They want to know why you two had a fake relationship together, why you left, and if you ever plan on talking to us again."
"Everyone should know by now. I mean, it's in that magazine."
"What magazine?" He asks.
"Celeb Magazine?" I glance his way confused.
"I've never seen a story about you on there." He shakes his head.
"Then where did you see that story?"
"I don't know. Some other popular magazine." He shrugs.
"What did it say?"
"That Hardy was a lie, you hated us this whole time and that you were paid to 'hangout' with us since October."
"Whoa! Hold up there! I was never paid to hangout with you guys, nor do I hate you guys." I put my hands up in defense.
"Well good luck covering that up. I heard the magazine company makes lies look true."
"Good luck? You're not even going to help me?" I squint my eyes at him in shock.
"Well what could I do?"
"Uh, well say that it's all a lie! Duh!"
"You can't have me clear it up. Ask Harry as you wish."
"Why Harry?" I ask.
"Because you two and Niall need to start talking again! It's hurting our career!" He covers his mouth as his eyes widen.
"I can't believe you. You care more about your career than me at the moment? Well guess what pretty boy? I ain't talking to mop head or hungry hippo ever again!" I point to him, shaking my hand up and down yelling at him.
"Wait, what's that?" He holds my wrist, taking my bracelet off.
"A tattoo duh." I pull my wrist away from his grip.
"What the hell Andy!" He looks at me in shock.
"It's my skin and I can do whatever I want to it! If I want to jump down a building, well let me be! I'm not a kid." I snap at him holding my wrist.
"Wait till I tell Harry about this!" He points at me.
"Oh shut it Payne. You're acting so childish now." He stays quiet.
"What? Cats got you're tongue?" I grin at him.
"What other tattoos do you have?"
"Just this one." I shrug.
"Are you planning on getting more?"
"I don't know, and you shouldn't care."
"Harry get in here!" Liam yells. I look at him confused. The door suddenly opens as the mop head boy comes in.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I take a step back looking at him.
"Andy, I'm sorry." He steps forwards towards me, bringing his arms out. I place my hand on his chest backing away.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because of what happened the day you left."
"What I meant was, why should you be apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong. It was just too much for me of lying and the paparazzi in my face. I should be the one apologizing. I'm...sorry Harry, you too, Liam." I glance back at Liam.
"No apologizes are needed Andy." He brings his arms up once more. I decide to give in, hugging him back.
"Hey, so what's my cue?" I break away from the hug, looking back at the door to see Niall.
"Niall!" I run to him embracing him in a hug. We stay in the same position for a while. I lightly push him away glancing back to the others.
"Uh, could I talk to Niall? Privately?" They both nod walking out.
"Andy, I'm really sor-" I press my index finger against his lips shushing him.
"Niall, while I was away from tour, I realized something. Something I thought I'd never have deep thoughts about. I...I like you, Niall."
Niall's eyes glisten in the light as a smile formed on his lips. I hug him once more, enjoying the warm hug. I nudge my head in his neck, closing my eyes.
I loved Niall.
I lightly push away from him, pushing myself up on my toes wrapping my arms around his neck as we stood inches away. He begins to close the gap between us, closing his eyes as his lips went into pucker form. I lean in just a couple inches more.
I sit up breathing heavily. Sweat droplets formed on my forehead as they dripped down to my cheeks. I wipe them away as I got up, walking to the bathroom. I turn the faucet on washing the dry sweat from my face. I wipe my face with a towel returning back to my room.
I was dreaming the whole time.
As I walk back into my room, I freeze at the sight of my window open. I didn't have that open, did I? I slowly start to back out until my door shuts close. I cringe, chills rush down my spine.
"I need to talk to you..."