First Class Strangers

Louis and Zayn fanfic! Two best friends meet the most unlikely people on their way to London. Little do they know that this ride will change their lives.


7. You Again?

Louis's P.O.V

   I found out Kirsten and Emily's sizes, and went off to buy them dresses. We were going to a party tonight. I didn't tell them who was going to be there, because then they would say no. But I knew people like,, Justin Bieber, JLo, JT, and lots of other people. On the car ride there, was the only time I thought about how I had only known this girl for a few days, and only been on one date with her. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out. Today would most likely be the night we went public, if there were any paparazzi there. At all. I needed to talk to her about this before we waked in there...

   I pulled up and hopped out just as Kirsten was unbuckling. I pulled open her door for her and stuck out my elbow for her to steady herself on. Even though she didn't really need it. I trailed backwards, keeping her with me. I explained, "So, there are going to be paparazzi here. If they see us, you will be famous. If you don't want to then we can leave.,".

   She smirked at me, "I'm fine, as long as you're here,". Halfway through her sentence her expression changed into one that was soft. It was adorable. It looked slightly odd with her fierce make-up. She grabbed my hand proudly and started leading us up the stairs. She stepped through the doors to pumping music, trippy strobe lights, and the smell of alcohol. 

Kirsten's P.O.V 

   As I walked into the mansion, I saw the faces of hundreds of celebrities. I mean, at least a hundred. The type of people that are on magazine covers, tv shows, and music stars. This was unbelievable. As Louis and I walked through the doors, we were greeted by these people! They said hi, and I was introduced to everybody. I was in a daze, and the drinks I kept having weren't helping at all. The whole time I was enjoying myself, and as it turns out there were some paparazzi there, but that's okay, I didn't mind. 

   Nothing had gone bad, until I saw the one person's face who I never wanted to see again. A face that sobered me up in an instant. The face of my first heartbreak. It was Nick. Nick Little. I had so much history with him, it damn near made my drunken head explode. 

   Nick had been the first boy I loved. We met in high school, and my freshmen year he was a junior. I started texting him, and we would flirt at school, and eventually people told us we were already an item, we just never made it official. So we made it official. We were the 'it' couple. I played volleyball, and he played football. We even looked great together. We were together all through my freshman year, and my sophomore year. I figured since we'd been together for almost two years, he would wait for me, once he graduated. He didn't. And it broke me. Two years, and he couldn't wait for me. He tossed me aside, like I was a piece of trash, not worth of acknowledging. And he was right in front of me, holding the hand of none other than Nicola Peltz. She was gorgeous, and he looked so good.  I stopped dead in my tracks, and stopped Louis too. 

   Nick and I locked eyes, and I saw him get pale. I was going to try and not say anything to him, or Nicola, if I could help it, but Louis felt the need to introduce me, and apparently so did Nicola. At that exact moment, Emily walked by. She was laughing, and she came up to tell me something, but when she saw my face, she stopped laughing, too. She looked at him, and then back at me. She looked like she was in shock, and couldn't process what she was seeing, which probably wasn't that far off base, because she had some drinks too. But as she walked up, Nick and I were prompted to shake hands. Not wanting to touch him, ever, I told them, "We already know each other. I have to use the bathroom. Nice meeting you Nicola," I turned on my heel and grabbed Emily's arm, and took her to the bathroom with me. 

   We saw the bathroom, and we went in. She looked at me with wide eyes, and started gaping like a fish. She said, "How in the hell can this be happening?" And I just shook my head, afraid if I tried to talk, I may start crying. She came over and gave me a best friend bear hug. 

   I hated Nick, so much, and I just didn't know what to do. He was here, with another girl, and that was okay. We hadn't talked since his graduation party, where he decided to tell me he didn't want to be together anymore. The reason it hurt so much, is that he didn't seem to be sad, or disappointed when he threw two years down the drain. He seemed just fine, to let me drive home, alone, crying. What hurt the most, was that I didn't know where we went wrong. We were perfect together. I know it was in the past, but I could never forget the boy who made me feel like that, and as the cherry on top, he had been my first time. How am I supposed to forget that, or pretend it never happened? 

   I am not here for Nick, I'm here for Louis. I could forget about him, for a little while at least. Enough time for me to pretend nothing is wrong, for Louis' sake, of course. Emily looked at me, and could obviously tell I didn't want to talk about it. I wiped away the tears that had started to form, and made sure my makeup wasn't smudged. I turned my expression back to my fierce one. I threw my shoulders back, and sauntered back towards Louis. 


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