Twenty Minutes Of You

"What are the chances?"
Yes, the question everyone wants to know. What are the chances of meeting fun. in a park in London? What are the chances of Nate actually liking me?
Apparently, a lot.


1. Of Elevators, Confessions and Snogging


"What are the chances?" I whispered to my friend, Toria.

"Do you want to meet fun or not?"

I sighed, leaning back into my uncomfortable park bench. Le groan. "I'm do. How long, do you reckon?"

She checked her watch. "Now, actually."

I scanned the crowds for any sign of my favorite band, Fun. Supposedly, they were walking to their concert, which was tonight. We would not be going. Sob.

Don't ask how Toria found out that Fun would be walking. I've learned not to question these things.

"Oh, my god," I hissed, clutching Toria's arm. "Look!"

There, walking through the crowd, trying to be stealthy, was Nate Ruess, Jack Antonoff and Andrew Dost.

"Bloody fucking hell," Toria swore.

They were starting to attract attention. Any moment now they'd be hounded. I suppose Fun wasn't very bright when it came to fangirls. Like myself.

"Follow my lead," I told my friend, standing up. She loyally followed me to where -squeal!- Fun was standing.

"Hi! It's so great to see you, Matt, Drew, Kyle! It's been so long. Want to grab some coffee?"

Everyone watching immediately turned away now that it was confirmed they weren' t Fun. Please. I wouldn't be deterred by someone calling them different names.

I hugged each of them in turn, wondering if it would be odd if I stifled a scream in Nate's jacket.

"What are you-"

"Shut it, Ruess," I threatened him. "If you want to get out of here, roll with it."

He nodded and me and Toria started down the street and turned into an alley. Let's hope Andrew wasn't a secret rapist.

"Now explain," Nate disgressed, looking quite adorable.

"Hell, you guys were completely funning it up," Toria rolled her eyes.

"Good one," I congratulated, high fiving her. "Yeah, what she said. Everyone was noticing you. You fail at going incognito."

He stifled a laugh. I'm hilarious, I know. "And you are?"

"Cassie. This is Toria."

I shook their hands. "Do you need a ride?"

They had a silent exchange of looks -how cute- before nodding.

My lips quirked up in a smile and I led the way down the street, walking next to Nate.

My car was parked only a few blocks from here, and we were there soon. There was an awkward silence the whole time. Joy.

Toria opened the door for Jack and Andrew.

She slid in the car next to them. Nate apparently decided he got the shot gun. Not that I was complaining, though.

I turned the key in my ignition of my beautiful car and backed out.



"I'm hungry."

I considered this.

"Yo. Nate."

He had apparently zoned out.

"Helloooo. Nate. Nate Ruess! Natester Mister! Nateynate!"

"He gets like that frequently," Andrew told me.

We stopped at a traffic light. I leaned over and punched him on the shoulder.

"Oww! What the hell-"

"Hey, you were the one who was spacing."

"It's true," Toria backed me up. Ah, friendship. "You were totally funning out."

I thought about that for a second. "Nah, it doesn't work."

"You're right."

Nate stared at me. "What was that?"

I shrugged. "Me and Toria over here have been playing a game for the last year on who could exchange as many words as possible for 'fun.'"

"Nice," he grinned. My heart fluttered. Come on, it was Nate funning Ruess.

"Yeah. It makes my life not as much as a hellhole."

He looked amused. Score.

"As I was saying," I began. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I am. You two?"

Jack and Andrew also nodded.

"I think," I began. "That we should take you to a local secret. Or, at least, a local secret in my neighborhood."

"A local secret, you say?"

Oh, so now we were at the mocking of my accent stage?

"Yes. Do you like pie?"

"You," he began. "Asking me if I like pie is reduntant."

I grinned. "Good. I love pie."

"Especially razzleberry."

"It isn't pie if it isn't razzleberry."

"Or apple."

"Or peach."

"Don't forget cherry."



"One of my favorite."

Through this whole conversation about pie, I had gotten to the wood building cafe that you wouldn't see if you were just driving by.

"We're here!" I trilled. Yes, trilled. Fun does things to me.

I stretched, wondering if good ol' Blake would have razzleberry.

Nate opened my door for me. I smiled at him; what a gentleman.

"Yo, Blake!" I yelled.

"I thought I'd see you two," he said. Blake was a good mate.


"Who are them?" He asked, jerking a thumb in Nate's general direction.

"Oh, just some, um, mates of mine."

He chuckled. "Sure. Why don't you tell me who they really are?"

Bloody Blake He always knew when I was lying.

"Fine. All five of us had a passionate five-way last night and now they're super clingy."

"Real funny, Cassie."

"Ugh, how do you always know?"

"It's easy. Your nose twitches."

I noticed Nate was laughing silently. Thinks we're funny, huh?

"God. It's irritating. They're a band..."

Blake threw an arm around me. "You have a sort of fetish with bands. I remember when you had that affair with Brian-"

"Shut up."

"So are you two together?" Nate asked bluntly.

"Hell no. Blake's gay," I announced brightly.

"Cassie!" He whisper shouted.

"What? It's not a secret. If it was, you should really be careful to lock the door of the shower when Thomas is over."

"Oh my god!"

"I saw everything."

Toria and Jack were both laughing, as was Nate. I wondered why Andrew was so quiet.

"Why are you the quiet one?" I asked. I've never been one for beating around the bush. Suppose it's one my most sparkly qualities.

"I don't know."

"Hmm... Okay. What is there to eat?"


I pumped my fist in the air. "Scooore!"

"Yes," Nate said quietly, tapping his fingers together. "Yes, that's pleasant."

I frowned at him. "Freak."

He laughed. "Thanks a lot."

"Pie?" I directed this at Jack and Andrew.

"Blueberry, please," Andrew told me. Such a sweetheart.

"Cherry!" Jack exclaimed.

I always knew he'd be the crazy one. I have a philophosy based on pie tastes.

Jack and Nate went to the bathroom together -such girls- and so did Toria.

"So, Andrew," I said. "How are you?"


"Why are you always so quiet?"

Quiet people irritate me. A lot.

"It's just," he sighed. "I miss Jill."

Oh, young love. Except he's like thirty, but whatever.

"I know how it feels," I comforted. "I've been there."

"Have you?"

"Oh, yeah. I had a boyfriend," I began. "Super serious, we were. I left for a couple of months, you know, and it was funning hell the whole time."

"That sucks."

"Yep. It'll get better," I reassured him.

"So... what now?"

I tapped my chin. "TUMBLR!" I waved my phone around trumphiantly.

We spent several minutes giggling over photos. All of which seemed to involve him. He didn't even try to look down my shirt!

Why can't every guy be like this?

"Can we post a Twitpic?"

I paused. "Umm.."

His face fell. "You don't want to. I guess I can see why-"

"No, that's it," I explained. "It's just... uh, I'm a fun.atic, you know. I follow some kind of embarassing people..."

He brightened. "Oh."

I rolled my eyes. "Silly."

I opened my arms for a hug, and we stayed like that for five minutes.

Jack came back out and the men started doing something that involved cherries in their nostrils. Ew.

Nate walked out. God, he was sexy. And he was wearing a white shirt! Oh. My. God. I decided if he wanted to make it through the day without getting assaulted, he might want to remove the shirt.

Shit. Images of shirtless Nate floated through my mind. Dammit. It used all my self control to not punce on him right there.

"TORIA!" I practically screamed. She jumped.

"Jeez, Cassie, no need to shout-"

"Get the hell over here!"

We walked into the bathroom. I took her hands.

"Toria, outside is Fun. We're having lunch with Fun."

She was silent as she digested this. We stared at each other.

We both screamed, jumping up and down and squealing.

After a couple of minutes of that, I slowed down.

"Tor, he's wearing a white shirt. You know how I feel about white shirts on Nate."

She sighed. "I know. You think it's sexy as hell, attractive, umm... more adjectives. We had to get into the bathroom pronto, or I was afraid you'd, like assualt him."

"Yeah, but then I was thinking 'ZOMG, he better take it off if he would like to make it through the day' and then shirtless Nates started floating through my mind."



"Glad I got you of there."

"Wise choice."

I led the way back to where they were eating pie.




"What do you they're doing in there?" Andrew wondered.

I smirked. "Lets find out."

We snuck over to the bathroom door. And Cassie thought we couldn't be incognito! Please.

"Toria, outside if Fun. We're having lunch with Fun," I heard Cassie say.

They were quiet for a moment before an explosion of sqeals started.

After a minute.

"Toria," Cassie said quietly. "He's wearing a white shirt. You know how I feel about white shirts in Nate."

I glanced down at my white shirt. What?

"I know. You think it's as sexy as hell, attractive, umm... a bunch of other adjectives. We had to get into the bathroom pronto or I was afraid you'd, like, assault him."

"Yeah, but then I was thinking 'ZOMG, he better take if off if he would like to make it through the day.' Then shirtless Nates started floating through my mind."

Oh yeah, the ladies love me.



"Glad I got you out of there."

Hmm... If Cassie felt this way, I would wear white shirts more often.

"Wise choice."

We sped back to the table before they found us.




Jack, Andrew and Toria were taking a long time so me and Nate headed to my car.

He propped his feet on my dashboard.

"Soo... Do you like the color white?"

Apparently Nate had very particular tastes.

"The color white is pretty cool."

"What about, oh I don't know, white shirts?"

No. He couldn't mean... no.


"Because I like white shirts. It just makes me want to assault them."

He did.

I stared at him, my face flushing red.

"You easedropped!"

He stretched out, his lovely white shirt becoming taut against his chest. Fuck.

"Sweetheart, easedrop is a big word. Lets just go for, ah, overheard."

Bloody wanker.

"You... you!"


Andrew, Jack and Toria came back.

"Where is your hotel?" I asked, shooting a look of death at him.

He directed me their hotel and with a lot of turns we got to the fancy marble lobbey.

Nate strutted up to the desk and signed in.

The elevator was full, so only Toria, Jack and Andrew went up. Me and Nate stayed down. Was it me or did Toria throw me a wink?

Once the metal death trap came back, we went in it alone.

Halfway up it stopped. Frozen. Immobile.

"We're gonna die!" I wailed.

Nate watched me in amusement. "Chill. It's just stopped."

"Our lives."

"Stop being so melodramactic."

"Whatever, Mr. Easedropper."

He frowned. "Shh."

We were quiet for a while.

"What your favorite song by you?"

"Um... I don't. Yours?"

"Benson Hedges, Be Calm, Walking the Dog, Barlights, pretty much every song..."

He laughed lightly. "I'll take that as a compliment."

I wasn't prepared for his lips land on mine. But you know, it was Nate. I kissed him back, maybe a little too eunthiastically.

"I'm sorry!" He practically cried. I swear, there were tears welling in his eyes. "I shouldn't have done that-"

I cut him off, by securing my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his again.

I pressed my body against his, loving as he drew me closer, angling his head so our noses wouldn't bump.

We broke apart, gasping for air.

"We shouldn't do this," he told me. "How old are you?"

My mind wasn't really working, but whatever.

"Uh... forty. Fifty eleven... Wait. No. I'm almost nineteen... I think."

"Twenty seven. The age difference is-"

"Shut up and kiss me. Again."

We carried on kissing.

Finally, the elevator moved and we got to the floor.

"Do I look fine?"

I stared at him. His lips were a bit swollen, and his hair was messy.

"Well, you look like you've been thouroughly snogged."

I patted his hair down. "What about me?"


I tied it up in a ponytail.

"We can't tell anyone about this," I said sadly.

He took my hand for a minute before letting go.

"Yeah. I mean... is this something?"

I pondered that. "If you want it to be."

"I do."

"Okay. I do too."

We smiled at each other.

Jack, Andrew and Toria were all spread around the room, watching Harry Potter. I've seen it many times before, but there was something strangely riveting as Harry attempted to kill old Voldy. Well, actually Quirrel with Voldy clinging to the back of his face. But still.

"Finally. What took so long?"

"The elevator stopped," I explained, not removing my sight from where fire was now sprouting from Harry's hands. Go Potter!

"What did you do for forty minutes?" Andrew asked. He didn't sound suspicious. Thank God.

"Umm... talked about... ponies." What? I just spent half an hour snogging Nate Ruess, and was now faced with Harry Potter. I was pretty close to being perfect, but not that perfect.

"And why we- it was doing what it was," Nate explained. "The elevator, I mean."

"Mmhmm. Well, Toria we should... uh, leave." I said this very half heartedly since Harry had just passed out and it was all very suspensful.

Nate wandered over to window. "No one is leaving."

"Okay." I was very agreeable.

I can only hope that no one finds out about my weaknesses (Nutella, Harry Potter and Nate's lips) or else I'd be completely corruptible.

So we all lazed about the room and watched the end of Harry Potter.

With Fun.





"Nate," I whispered.


The others were asleep.

"Come with me."

He dutifully followed me into the other room.

"What's up?"

I shrugged. "I just, you know, wanted to talk. Or something."

He raised his eyebrows. "Something."

I blushed. "I don't know."

He smirked -my heart leaped- and crashed his lips to mine again.

After about twenty minutes of that we sat down on the floor as he played with my hair.

"I love your hair," he mused. I couldn't see his face since I was leaning against his chest.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep. I love the color. It reminds me of chocolate. And chestnuts."

I blushed.

"Okay then. Well... I love your eyes."

"My eyes...?"

"Uh-huh. They're blue, but with like green and brown flecks in them. Hazel-blue. Mostly blue. It reminds me of summer."

"Thank you. Me and my summery eyes and you and your chestnut hair."

"We match."

I grinned, leaning into his touch. "We do. So... what's your favorite color?"

I felt him shift. "Um... red. Why?"

"Well, I wanted to know you better."

"Oh. What's yours?"

"Creamy yellow."

"The adjective makes everything better."

I lauhed. "I know, right?"

"Favorite animal?"

"Panther. You?"


He kissed my hair and I sighed, closing my eyes. "Um... who was your first girlfriend?"

He chuckled. "Ariel Summers, when I was thirteen. Yours?"

"When I was fourteen. His name was Harry."

"Oh, the Harries of one's life."

There was a comfortable silence.

"So.... Andrew was telling me about people you apparently follow on Twitter. Show me?"

Sitting with Nate was lovely, but I agreed nontheless.

"One sec."

I stood up and tiptoed over to my laptop and lugged it to the bathroom.

I sat back on the floor and opened it.

"Check it out," I commanded, typing in the address.

Little tibits of Fun trivia filled the screen. I shamlessly admit that I read all of it. Several times.

"Holy... fucking shit," Nate breathed, looking stunned. "This is... creepy and amazing at the same time."

He pulled back and smirked again. "Did you read these?"

I rolled my eyes. "Duh. I'm a funatic."

He laughed. "Oh, okay. Funatic... haven't heard that yet."

My eyes widened. "What!? You've been on the fun side of the internet, right?"

".... no."

"Damn, boy. Can I Tweet about this."

He chuckled again. God, I loved that. "Sure."

I hit compose and pretty much screamed in all caps about meeting fun.

I closed my laptop and yawned. "I'm tired."

He nodded. "Me, too."

Standing up, he offered me his hand and helped me up.

"Goodnight, Nate."

"Night, Cassie."

He kissed me one last time before going over to his bed.




"So I was thinking."

I raised an eyebrow. "Did it hurt?"

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Last night it dawned on me that even if Jack and Andrew didn't approve, I didn't care. Because it feels right, you know? So we should tell them."

I shrugged. "Alright. Sounds good."

Nate and I were sitting in his dressing room after his performance. The door was locked, because for the first ten minutes we had been rather physical.

"They're my best friends," he went on, looking quite dejected. "And usually if I get into a relationship they know."

"Nate," I sighed. "That's fine. I thought she should tell them."

"Oh," he looked relieved. "Okay."

I kissed him again. "Should we do it now?"


I took his hand and we stepped out into the green room where Jack and Andrew were playing what looked like Jenga.

"Hey," they chorused in unison.

"Um," I replied intelligently. "We'd like to tell you something."

We sat down and Nate looked at me.

"What!?" I blurted. "Why do I have to tell them?"

"Because you're girl."

"How very sexist of you."


I groaned and turned to the other two. "Um... Nathanial and I.... are uh, dating."

Jack nodded. "Kay. Whatever."

"How big is the age difference?" Andrew asked.

"Um... nine years? I think."

"That's weird. And when did this happen?

Nate started looking all snarly. He reminded me of a tiger. Well, a fit, utterly snoggable tiger. But still.

"Be calm, Nate," I calmed. "Um... well...."

Jack perked up. "Tell us!"

"We've only made out," Nate assured them.

"Only once, right?"


Andrew's eyes widened. "What?"

"Actually... six times."

Their eyes bulged. Lol. Wait. I froze. Did I just say lol in my head? Le sigh.

"Once in the elevator," Nate spilled

Andrew sighed. Jack smirked.

"I'm so proud of Nathanial," he cried, planting a sloppy kiss on Nate's cheek.

"Back off, he's mine," I threatened.

"Guess what Cassie showed me?" Nate crooned. "Twitter!"

"You... didn't know what Twitter was?" Jack questioned, looking confused.

"No," he rolled his eyes. "Show them, Cassie."

I obediently fetched my laptop and showed them the same thing I had showed Nate.

"Damn," Jack murmured. "Someone is popular... and what's this?" He wriggled his eyebrows, pointing at my midnight Tweet.

"Read it, Antonoff. Duh."

Nate snickered.

"Can we do a Twitcam?"

"Ooo, yeah!"

We all lined up in front of the webcam.

"Helloo, fans!" Jack twittered -ha- waving his hands around spastically. "Today we have Andrew and, dun dun dun, Nate! Who apparently was in a good mood today..."

Nate shoved him. "Shut up, Jack. Hey, everybody."

"And then," Jack continued in his boisterous voice. "We have our new best friend, Cassie. Say hi, Cassers."

I peered into the cam. "What up, funatics."

"We have an interesting story to tell," Andrew spoke up. "It involves Nate, Cassie, an elevator, pie, lots of kissing and parks! Can we tell them?"

I glanced at Nate. He nodded.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"It was a stormy afternoon in London," Jack began forebodingly. "We were walking around a park when people started to recognize us. So our savior, Cassie, saved us and stole us away to her car, all the while Nate totally flirting with her."

"I wasn't flirting with her!" Nate protested.

"Yeah, you were. You had the glow of flirtation."


"As I was saying. We got pie, and me, Andrew and Nate overheard a lovely conversation between Cassie and her friend Toria about Nate and white shirts and how they make her-"

He turned to me. "What was it? Oh yeah. Assault him. So we take too long eating and Nate and Cassie go outside. Shit must've gone down, let me tell you. We go to our hotel and are seperated. Nate and Cassie are stuck in an elevator. Together. Alone. Of course, me and Andrew, being the saintly souls that we are, thought it was all completely innocent. Until tonight, when they come in and confess to dating and making out in the elevator."

"Lovely," I sighed. "Spill the whole story to Twitter. Lemme say something." I wriggled to the front. "Hello, all funatics that are watching this! I'm sure you can imagine what it was like to see Fun zooming around the a park-"

Nate picked me up. Seriously. Just like that, he swung me over his shoulder like a sack of bloody potatoes. "Sorry, funatics, but I need my girlfriend."

He ignored the choruses of 'ooo's' and carried me away.

"Why do you wear suspenders?" I asked, lovingly stroking said suspenders.

"I don't know. I just like them."

"I do, too," I whispered in his ear.

He almost dropped me but succeeded to laying me on the bed.

"I like your shirt," he mused, fingering my fun shirt. "But it'd look better on my floor."

I giggled. "Man, that's the worst line ever.... but I agree."

I slid his suspenders off -oh, lovely suspenders- and started to unbutton his white shirt -swoon-.

We didn't leave the bedroom for the rest of the night.




I woke up encircled in Nate's bare arms.

My God, I'm waking up to Nate Ruess.

I sqealed a bit then calmed down and slipped out of his grip and shrugging on his white button up shirt. Trust me. Men love it when you wear their white shirts.

I found an unopened jar of Nutella in the kitchenette and when Nate woke up he found me practically moaning as I ate it for breakfast.

"I see you've found the Nutella," he said, amused.

"Duh," I grumbled past a mouthful of gooey lovely chocolate hazelnut cream.

He noticed my attire.

I waited as patiently as possible while I scooped another spoonful of Nutella into my mouth.

His eyes darkened and a lusty look over came his Natelicious features.

Hmm, looked like we wouldn't leave the hotel today.




Once again I was lying in Nate's arms. Oh, beautiful Toria. If it wasn't for her I'd be waking up in my crappy apartment.

"Morning, love," he murmured, voice still thick from sleep.

"Morning," I sighed. I was pretty sure we both had large goofy grins on. My back was pressed against his chest. Unfortunately he was wearing a shirt. Fortunately it was a white shirt. Mama like.


The romantic moment was ruined as Jack burst in the room.

He screamed. I screamed. Nate screamed. We all screamed.

Jack was out the door like a shot.

"Idiots," my lovely boyfriend muttered. I nodded and we got up to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and feeling fresh as a daisy (there was a jar of Nutella stashed in my purse, so that helped) I peered outside.

"Come on," I told Nate and we dashed across the hallway to the boys' room.

Andrew and Jack were watching Wizards of Waverly Place. I swear, they had issues. Especially when it involved Selena Gomez.

"Come on Mason, kiss her already!" Andrew yelled.

"Fuck him. If I was him, I'd so tap that."

Oh, to be a man.

"G'morning," I sang as I plopped daintily on the couch and opened my bag.

"Someone's happy," Andrew noted, not looking from the screen. "Good night last night?"

Jack snickered and I flushed.


I took my soulmate from my bag and a spoon to eat it. I'm a terrible girlfriend.

Perks of dating Nate Ruess: It's god damn Nate Ruess. And he fully pays for your Nutella addiction.

"You must be Cassie."

Okay, so I didn't know someone else was in the room. I almost dropped my Nutella. Oh, my poor baby.

Someone else was sitting next to Jack on the sofa. Oh. I recognized her. Rachel Antonoff.

"Ohmigod, you're gorgeous!" I blurted. Oops.

She grinned. "So are you."

I knew me and Rachel would be good friends.

"How do you eat Nutella and not gain weight?"

I offered her a spoon. "S'pose I have awesome genes."

So we sat down and shared Nutella, chatted about zits, OneDirection and fashion.

Oh yeah, BFFs.




"When do you leave?"


I deflated. I had to admit, I didn't want Nate to go.

"I guess we can keep in touch and stuff-"

"What? No. You're coming with us."

I stopped and stared at him. He fidgeted. "I mean, is that okay? Cause I kinda already bought your plane ticket-"

"Omigod, thank you!"

I flung my arms around his neck and we snogged for a while.

Then we went to McDonalds and got milkshakes. Thank you, America, for McDonalds.

"So," I began, sipping my chocolate one. Good, but not as good as Nutella. "Guess what?"


"I caught Jack Tweeting a fan last night."

He eyed me. "Like... romantical Tweets?"

I smirked. "Defintely."

I swear, his jaw literally dropped and his tongue lagged out. Le Nate Face.

"Oh, Cassie," he sighed, wrapping his arms around me. "Who knew when you came into our lives you'd bring some much romance?"

I giggled and leaned into his touch. "Not me. Man, I love you."

God effing dammit. Way to be a clingy girlfriend. Shit, he'll probably go and spill to the tabloids. I can see the headline now : Silly Underage Girl Falls In Love With Nate Ruess

I avoided his gaze. "I'm sorry. I, uh, didn't mean that. You know. Like, I love Niall from OneDirection."

He tightened his arms. "Cassandra."

I blabbered on. "Heat of the moment thing. The milkshakes. Nutella. That kind of love. Like, love. With inanimated objects."


"And please don't tell the tabloids! I'm already famous enough as it is. I don't want anymore publicity! It sucks! And-"


I looked up into Nate's gorgeous summer eyes. "What?"

He chuckled. "I love you, too."


"Oh. Yeah. I mean. Wait.... why did you let me ramble on and on like that?"

He laughed again. "I tried to catch your attention. And... well, you're cute when you're rambling."

I blushed.

"Thanks. I suppose."

We sat in a glowy love silence for a moment.

"Niall from OneDirection?"

Was it me or was he sounding a bit jealous?

I twisted to look at him. Or yeah, definetly jealous.

"What? That boy is fine. And besides, it's like my love for Nutella. It's.... you know. Nutella lovin'."

Oh God. Being around Nate after confessions of love is obviously not good for my brain.

"Nutella lovin'."


He laughed. "Oh, Cassie. Where would I be without you?"

I wasn't sure what that meant, so I turned back to my milkshake.


Confession time:

I am as afraid of flying as I am of elevators.

"Bloody effing hell, we're gonna die!"

I clutched Nate's arm and sent him a terrified expression.

He looked amused.

"It'll be fine, Cassie. Chill out."

He wants me to 'chill out'. While we're thirty thousand feet in the air in a tube of death.

I so couldn't wait to get in the tourbus. I like cars better.

Nate started nuzzling me, which made me practically melt.

"Shh, go to sleep."

I sometimes wonder if this man is the son of Dumbledore. He always, always can put me to sleep...






"I need to talk to you."

I have to admit, as much as I love the boys, having a girl around to hang out with is nice.

"What's up?"

She lead the way to her tiny tour bus room and plopped down on the bed. I followed suit.

"Okay, so I'm lonely."

How very... blunt.

".... lonely."

"Uh-huh. You have Nate, Jack has that fan girl.... who do I have?"

Good question.

"Um... I don't know. Give it some time. Maybe you'll meet someone soon."

Yep, that's me, the queen of relationship advice.


I jumped as the men bounded into the room. I guess they get bored without our womanly wiles.

It's a party!

I wriggled my hand a bit. "Yes, yes, we're all fine. Just chatting about womenly things."

Looking disinterested, they meandered away.

But they'd be back soon.

Frankly, they can't stay away.




Of course, I filled Nate in on everything that night.

What can I say? I'm a loyal girlfriend.

"I like it when people are happy," Nate mused, twirling my hair around his finger.

"Me, too," I agreed. "Which is why we need to find Rach somebody."

There was a comfortable silence.

"Can you sing?"

I should've known this would come up sometime. I was dating a musician, after all.

"Um, no."

He grinned at me boyishly. Thank God he didn't whip that out frequently. I wouldn't be able to refuse him.

"When I was young people told me I couldn't sing," he began.

Uh-oh. I knew that voice. It was the Nate-Is-About-To-Tell-A-Very-Long-And-Boring-Story voice.

"I know," I cut in. "I'm a funatic."

He frowned. "Oh yeah.... Please, sing for me?"

And then he did it. He whipped out the Boyish Grin.

Fuck my life.

"Fine," I moaned. "What should I sing?"

He started bouncing around excitedly. Aww.

"Ooo, one of my songs! Be Calm! Or Barlights."

I shrugged. "Sure. Be Calm."

So I took a deep breath and sung a couple of lines.


I hid my face in a pillow. "I know, I know, it sucked."

Nate hoisted me up and leaned me against him. "Actually... it was good."

"Uh-huh. Is good a keyword for 'it sucked ass' now?"

He rolled his eyes but I could tell he was stifling a smile.

"No. It wasn't bad."

I sighed. "Okay, fine. Can we sleep now?"

"Is sleep a keyword for sex now?"

Cheeky little bugger.




I woke up to see Nate guzzling water from the faucet.

We funatics think it's cute. We were right. It's damned adorable.

Especially when he's fresh out the shower.

And he's shirtless.

Nate got all worried because apparently I started hyperventilating or something.

"Cassie? Are you okay?"

Why, of course I'm okay Nate! It appears that seeing you shirtless with water clinging to your wonderous abs has made me speechless!

"Dandy," I choked out.

"Okay," he replied, still all concerned. Aw. He's so cute.

He then went and sadly threw on a shirt. Though it was white, so I suppose that's better then nothing.

Suddenly, something occured to me.



"Why do you only have white shirts now?"

He smirked sexily. "Why do you think?"

And then he left.

Bloody hell. Wanker. Who drops a bombshell like that and then just leaves?

Nate Ruess. That's who.

I guess it wasn't thay big of a bombshell, but still. He wears white shirts (and leaves funatics everywhere drooling) for me?

I wasn't really sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.




"So what do you think of America?"

I sighed happily. Not because they were asking me what I thought of America, but mostly because I had Nutella waiting for me in my room.

"Umm... great. It's Nutella is cheapish."

It's very sad that that was one of the only things I noticed here in the Land of the Free.

"Yep," Jack agreed. "Cheapish."


"So," Rachel began, looking a little disapproving. "What else besides Nutella prices?"

God. They expect so much from me.

"Umm... the boys are cute."

What? What else can they want? I just came from some physical things with Nate, plus I have Nutella waiting for me! Of course I'm a little incoherent.

"But not as cute as British boys," I hastened to explain.


I wasn't used to Rachel shouting, so I payed attention.



So me and Rachel started bouncing about, singing and whatnot. Yes, OneDirection turns me into a fangirl. Fun used to, too, before I started dating one of em'. Alright, fine, they still do. On the inside.

Nate came in, wearing one of his lovely white shirts.

"Hello, ladies. What's up?"

He said those with such a seductive lilt that I'm pretty sure my mouth watered.

"Nothing at all," I replied with the same sexy accent.

His eyes popped out of his head a bit. I smirked. "I have something to attend to," I continued. I flew down the hallway and fetched my Nutella.

Once I had sat back down again with a spoon, they all gawked at me.

"What?" I asked, taking my rightful place in Nate's lap and feeding him a spoonful of Nutella. "Hey, Rach, when do we get to meet 1D?"


I paused in the eating of heaven.

"Tomorrow? Like... tomorrow, tomorrow?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, tomorrow."

"What's 1D?" Nate asked, all confused and adorable.

"OneDirection," I supplied helpfully, resuming my sucking of the spoon. I was well aware of Nate's lusty look he shot me.

I noticed Jack looking forlorn and woebegone. I offered him some Nutella.

They all looked shocked.

"What?" I cried.

"You... offered him some of your Nutella."

I shrugged. "And?"

"You never, ever, do that. Only with Nate."

I sighed. "He looked lonely."

Jack started flushing. "I'm not lonely."

I patted his cheek. "Poor baby. You want to your girl."


"Skype her!"

"I don't-"

"Oh, shut it. You like her."

He looked down. "Fine. Maybe."

Nate smirked. Man, I loved it when he smirked. Which was a lot. Yay me.

"You're all grown up," my hot BF sniffled.

"It's so sad," I fake sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shut up," Jack rolled his eyes. "I'll be over in the other room."

"Don't spend to much time staring at her!" I called. "It won't help!"

Nate laughed, I laughed. Oh, love.

"Cassie," he began. "I love you."

I started blushing, not just because of his words but also because of his lovely American accent. People might think that we Brits dislike the American accent, but the truth? We find those across the pond sexy as hell.

"Love you, too," I said back. He rested a hand on my head and I sort of nuzzled into it. I have nuzzling weaknesses. Deal with it.




Nate, Andrew and Jack watched Rachel and I prance about excitedly.

"YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" I screamed, off key and pitchy, of course.




Jeez. No need to get verbally violent, Jack.

"I so cannot wait to meet him!" Rach gushed. By him, I assumed she meant Liam Payne. We might be mature adults, but when faced with those such as OneDirection, we start fangirling all over the place.

"And Niall," I added. My personal favorite. I think it's the blonde hair and Irish accent. Mmm.

Of course, since Jack is Rachel's brother and Nate is my darling BF, we got backstage passes. I get to meet them. Yaaaayy.

Suddenly my phone rang, and I started dancing around again, since my ringtone was Benson Hedges by Fun.

I kind of forgot that I actually had answer it.

"Oops," I muttered, dialing the person back. "Hello?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were in America? And dating Nate Ruess?"

I squealed. "Omigod, hullo Cher!"

Cher, my bestie. We've sorted drifted apart recently, but still. I probably should've called her.

"Hey, Cass! Soo... I'm not mad anymore. Is he any good?"

I started blushing, ignoring Nate's questioning look. "Um, yeah. He is."

"Awesome! Hey, call me later okay? I just wanted to check in."

Well that was short. "Yeah, okay. Bye."

I hung up. "My friend Cher," I explained. "Now lets go!"




The concert was bloody brilliant.

Me and Rach sang every song, and my throat hurt. Le pain face.

We were now waiting to meet them. I was so excited, I'm pretty sure my face was stuck in a permanent grin. Rachel's too.

Finally, after what felt like bloody eternity (but wad really only five minutes) we were escorted back to where five out of seven bits of heaven were spread about (just in case you didn't know, Nutella and Nate are the other two).

"Hullo, ladies," Harry drawled.

"Sup," I replied intelligently.

"Hey," Rachel muttered.

"What are your names?"

I swallowed, and glanced at Rachel. "Um, I'm Cassie. Cassie Shores. This is my friend Rachel Antonoff."

"Hey, I know you! You're Nate's girl!" Niall exclaimed. I almost passed out, both from the fact that Niall had talked to me and from that fact he had referred to me as 'Nate's girl.'


After an hour of kind of awkward conversation (mostly because I had to resist kidnapping Niall) we left.

"How was it?" Nate asked, slinging an arm around my waist. I snuggled into his side a bit.

"Pretty good. They gave their number," I told him brightly. He snickered. Probably cause it my face looked like someone had told me that.... well, OneDirection gave me their personal phone number.

"They thought I was funny," I continued. "And they referred to me as Nate's girl."

He grinned. "Damn straight."

I giggled.

"Love you."

"Love you, too, Cass."

Once again: #ilovehimsomuch



It's a surprisingly pleasant thing to log onto Twitter and discover you have three thousand followers then you once did. Just goes to show how awesome Nate is.

I gave a little wee of excitement and started jumping about.

 My email dinged. I clicked on that tab and screamed.

"WHAT!?" Nate yelled, rushing into the hotel room.

 I choked out something like 'ffshaw' and pointed at the new message I had. He squinted at the screen and I took a moment to love the way his eyes crinkled up.

"Um... Niall Horan is following you?"

I nodded, fighting a losing battle against my instinctive reaction.

Nate kissed me and went to take a shower. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it for a good ten minutes.

After that was out if my system, I went and looked for funfiction. What? Just because I'm dating Nate doesn't mean I can't still read it.

I sat there for a while, commenting on people's stories when my lap started hurting from my laptop.  First world problems.

"Urhg," I moaned, wondering where Nate had gotten to. Whatever. I printed the rest of the story out and went over to my bed.

Good times.

 I was totally absorbed.

"Gwen," he breathed, his blue eyes boring into my own hazel ones. "The reason I came here was... was because when I saw you with Jack, I was jealous."

I gasped. "Jack and I are just friends, Nate. He knows that I love only-" I stopped, a blush forming on my cheeks.

"What?" Nate asked, his face moving closer to mine. "Who do you love?"

 I looked down, afraid to meet his gaze. "You, Nate. It's always been you."

I waited for the rejection. None came. He lifted my chin.

"You've always been mine, Gwen. Forever."

He crashed his lips to mine.

I feel no shame in admitting I started squealing and jumping about.

"Omigod, omigod!" I shrieked. "This is so perfect!"

"What are you doing?"

My own, realistic Nate stood there. I quickly stuffed my papers under my lap.

"Uhh... nothing." He raised an eyebrow. "Whatcha got there?"



He smirked and yanked the papers out of my hand and read them. I watched as his eyebrows rose progressively higher and higher.

"Wha?" He murmured.

"Don't judge," I scrambled.

"I'm not! 'His lips were soft, like cupcakes'," he read.

 I blushed. "Umm..."

He grinned and tackled me. "Love you. Even if you read fanfiction about me." I

giggled a bit. "Love you, too."

Man, my life is awesome.



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