Harry’s POV

“Harry! Wake up! It’s 8am! We’re gonna be late for our interview!” Liam shouted from across the room as he smacked my door open. Talk about manners, Liam.

“Going.” I lazily replied, kicking the duvet off of me and standing up on the creme-carpeted floor of my and Louis' apartment.

This would most probably be one of those days where, for eighteen straight hours, we will be going around, asked for questions, and squeezed about our private lives. It's getting really tiring, but this is my job, and it has lots of perks that come with it.

As I made my way downstairs, I saw Liam smiling at his phone. The first thing that comes to my mind is Danielle, of course, since he is as smitten as he could get.

“What’s up with him? Got a steaming date with Danielle?” I teased, elbowing Louis for added annoyance.

“My cousin is arriving later after her 18-hour trip from the Philippines. She’s gonna be staying here for good.” Liam answered, a smile plastered on his face as he continued to do things on his phone.

"Oh? How old is she?" I ask, suddenly fascinated as I heard him say 'her'.

"She's hands-off, Harry. If you touch a single hair on her, I will serve your balls in a silver platter tonight." Liam threatened, though I know he was joking. It was his way of saying "Get to know her first, mate. See if she's really your type or not," He was Daddy Direction all over, and I love him for that.

But whoever she is, I am determined to get to know her.

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“So guys, the question every fan girl ponders upon. How many of you are single? According to our sources, Liam’s dating Danielle Peazer, and Louis’ dating Eleanor Calder, and Zayn is dating Perrie Edwards from Little Mix. Anyone else?” The interviewer questioned.

“Nope” I replied popping the “p”. “Your sources are reliable!”

“Okay guys, that’s all for now. Let’s give it up for One Direction everybody!” The interviewer said, gesturing us that we could already exit the stage.

This is what happens ever since the fame hit us -- interviews here, there, everywhere. Plus those nosey gossipers who know us more than us. It just sucks knowing those kinds of people exist, but this is show business. We should have expected that. It took a whole lot of getting used to everything. The attention, the girls, the money and all those--

“I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it,” Liam interrupted my thoughts as he sang while checking on his phone. He's never usually thi excited, so maybe his cousin is a big deal.

“Why?” I asked, my curiosity alive once again. I can't help it - this isn't how he acts when he's excited, and this is a completely new face to the rest of us.

“His cousin is arriving. Don’t you remember?” Niall replied as he gave me a you-forgot-again look that he gives everyone when they would forget to bring something to the tour bus.

“Oh…I completely forgot…” I lied. I didn't completely forget about it, I just had too much in my mind that I pushed a few thoughts at the back of my mind.

“Andy, please drive us to Heathrow Airport first before we go to the signing. I’ll just pick my cousin up.” Liam requested, not being able to stop the face-splitting grin he had. God, he looks like no one could ruin his mood for today.

“Guys, you’ve got to help me find her. I can’t call her because she probably doesn’t have reception. This is her.” Liam said as he showed us a picture of a beautiful lady in her teens wearing glasses, a grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, an awfully messy hair bun, and some black converse. She looked like the typical teenage girl next door, if you ask me. But they aren't asking me, so I shut up.

“When was this photo taken?” Zayn asked, scooting closer to Liam so he could get a better look. We all followed suit, staying at one side of the car to get a glimpse of Liam's cousin.

“Just before she left the Philippines.” He answered, excitement showing thick through each word.

“That’s where she’s from?” Louis asked. Everyone was suddenly excited to see her, seeing as Liam's excitement was very contagious.

“Well, yeah. Her dad’s my uncle. Her mom used to be one of the head investigators there, until she got killed by some psycho that was against her. Laursy’s dad died of an asthma attack when she was just 10…” Liam stated as his face forms a small frown. The idea makes me cringe internally. She doesn’t seem like an orphan to me.

“You see, my uncle saw her mom in action before. He fell in love with her, got her out, got married to her, and you know the rest. After five years, he kinda got to go back to work. He left them and never went back. They skyped a lot, though. Just recently, she and her grandmother got kidnapped by her mom’s adversary. Her mom managed to save them, but her mom and her grandmother got shot. She’s here ‘cause there’s no one to look after her anymore…” Liam continued.

I was in a state of shock hearing all those words, and all I could think about was how she is, how is she doing?

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Lauraine’s POV

England. I feel so alone. I mean, I'm old enough to go alone, I just can't help but feel this loneliness deep in the pits of my stomach.

I scanned the sea of people in search for my cousin who, apparently, is late again. I don't mind mind at all. I mean, he's famous and all that. He could be late if he wanted to. Besides, I have the time to think things more thoroughly this time.

It was probably the longest trip I had among all the trips I’ve taken before. The air seems different this time. It's heavier than how I remember it to be. Every step feels like I'm stepping on the moon. All movement seems to slow down each second that passes. It just feels so different without Mum accompanying me. I just feel really… lonely.

It's already late in the afternoon and people flooded the area in search of their loved ones who just arrived. I managed to find a seat in the rush of warm bodies bumping each other like molecules in the place. Usually, Mum would find us seats and then we’d settle down until our lift arrives. Or maybe just the last time I was here, which was seven years ago.

Awesome. How is Liam supposed to find me now.

I slouched in the metal seat, looking around every five minutes to see if my cousin was finally here. I placed my earphones in my ears and listened to whatever my iPod was playing. It played Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping with Sirens. An hour or less had passed and still, there was no sign of my cousin.

I skipped a few songs until Bulletproof Love by Pierce the Veil played. I was heavily jamming through the lyrics that I forgot I was getting impatient.

“♫♪ My love for you was bulletproof but you’re the one who shot me. And Go -- ♫♪”

“Laursy!” I heard a familiar voice yell out. "It is you!"

A faint shadow came running towards me. Adjusting my glasses, I faintly recognized who the figure was. It was Liam.

“Oh…kay…too…tight…boobs…crushed,” I stammered, freeing myself from his tight embrace. I gasped for air and looked at him before I gave him my own version of a hug.

“You’ve changed a whole lot! You were like, 10 the last time I saw you! How have you been? And is that Yumii?” He asked, pointing at the cat inside my satchel before taking my bags in both of his muscular arms.

“Yeah…You did, too. Fame certainly has changed you.” I answered as enthusiastically as I can manage, but it seems like I've given him an 'emotionless look' as my friends would say.

Before I could add anything else, Liam pulled me into another hug. “It must be hard going through all these by yourself. But don’t worry, you’re home now and you won’t be alone. It may be different but you'll be fine, okay?” He assured me, rubbing my back for a few moments before he let me go. “Now, come on. I’ll introduce you to the boys.”

We walked to the grey van parked at the parking space farthest from the receiving area. When we were at the front, the car door opened and four, familiar-looking boys appeared before me.

“Guys, this is Lauraine Alexandria Payne, Laursy for short. And she’s my cousin. She'll be staying with us all the time, so be nice and don't fart a lot. Laursy, that's Andy, our driver, Louis beside him, Niall, Zayn. and Harry.” Liam said, introducing me to the boys with so much pride and pointing to the boys for identification as we got in the van.

“Hi Laursy!” They all called out in chorus, giving me a hand with all my things and helping me get in.

“Liam here hasn’t stopped talking about you since this morning!” Niall said, putting my bag at the back of the car as Liam finally closed the car door.

“We’ll be going to a signing today. If you’re not tired I can give you my credit card and you can go shopping. Danielle’s excited to meet you, so she and Eleanor will be going with you, alright?” Liam looked at me with excited eyes, telling me that my arrival was very important.

“Sure. Uh…hey Li, can I rest in here for a while? Tell me when we get there.” I replied, climbing over the seat to go to the small back part of the van. I pushed a few of my things and got cozy.

“Certainly.” Liam answered as he finally sat down properly. "If you need anything, just let us know, okay? I'll just bombard you when you're not tired anymore." He gave me a kiss on the forehead before he turned his eyes on the road. I bet he knows just how that flight was totally exhausting.

I put my satchel down and got Yumii out to put him on top of me. I searched for my iPod and found it about three seconds later, plugged in my earphones and played my "Sleeeeeeeeeep" playlist, starting with the video game edit of Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru.

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(A/N)

*Yumii does exist in the real world. He’s my cat and he’s two years old. I accidentally named him that ‘cause I didn’t know he was a boy. Three months after I got him, he grew balls and I even cried ‘cause I thought he was abnormal.

*The remix of Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru is a song from my favorite video game, Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep.

Harry’s POV

The trip to the airport was the same as any short trips we would have. Playing here, talking there, eating everywhere. When we got to the airport, Liam was quite hesitant to let us go with him and find Laursy. He said there might actually be fans around and we might cause another ruckus in this place like the last time. And the last time was not such a very good sight.

Liam got down and left us all inside with the promise that we'd grab lunch after the signing. Niall was quick to agree at the sound of food. We just continued what we did during the trip, singing some, eating some, playing some, and talking some.

A few minutes passed and we saw Liam approaching with a girl that reached just below his neck. I was just struck with awe at the sight of her. She looks so savage, but at the same time, angelic. I couldn’t help but stare at her while she’s not near.

“Guys, this is Lauraine Alexandria Payne, Laursy for short. And she’s my cousin. She'll be staying with us all the time, so be nice and don't fart a lot. Laursy, that's Andy, our driver, Louis beside him, Niall, Zayn. and Harry.” Liam said as they got to the car, her bags in his arms. He introduced us all to her, but she just looked at us like it was a gloomy Sunday or something. She looked bothered, too.

"Hey, Laursy!" We all replied in chorus, helping Liam out with her stuff as they got in.

“Liam here hasn’t stopped talking about you since this morning!” Niall chimed in, crumbs of chips coming out at each uttered word as he helped her in the car, Liam coming in last.

“We’ll be going to a signing today. If you’re not tired I can give you my credit card and you can go shopping. Danielle’s excited to meet you, so she and Eleanor will be going with you, alright?” Liam told her with expecting eyes, looking for some sort of emotion in her.

“Sure. Uh…hey Li, can I rest in here for a while? Tell me when we get there.” She replied, climbing on the seat and staying at the back part of the vehicle. She set her things down including a bag that contained her wonderful Persian cat.

“Certainly.” Liam answered as he finally sat down properly. "If you need anything, just let us know, okay? I'll just bombard you when you're not tired anymore." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and at that, she was off.

I waited for about ten to fifteen minutes for a great time to ask about her. When the time finally came, I manned-up as best as I could and let the word out.

“Hey Liam, how old is she?” I asked, trying not to look too curious about her. He could sense all the things we're up to when we speak, so I tried to sound as casual as I could manage. It came out fine, actually.

“She’s turning sixteen on the twenty-fourth (April).” Liam replied in a fatherly tone, setting his phone back on his lap and resting his head on the headrest. He seemed tired but accomplished, a look he'd give when a concert has just finished, so I guess this was pretty important to him.

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Lauraine’s POV

“Laursy… Laursy. Wake up. We’re here.” Liam muttered while tapping my shoulder to wake me up.

“Going.” I muffled, picking up my satchel that contained my DSLR, PSP, my iPhone, my iPod, my sketch pads, tampons (in case I need any), basically everything needed as necessity dictates. Oh, and my cat Yumii lives there, too.

Speaking of which, WHERE IS MY CAT omg asdfghjkl where where where

“WHERE’S YUMII?” I questioned Liam, while looking desperate to find the little guy.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s with Harry. Yumii kinda got on Harry when you were asleep.” He grinned.

I did fall asleep, judging from my hair which was sticking out in all directions possible. Wow, the first time I slept in a month without my sleeping pills. Just…wow.

“Where are they?” I asked while combing my hair.

“Nando’s. They’ll be waiting for us there. Danielle and Eleanor are on their way. They said they’re excited to meet you personally.” Liam grinned.

“Oh…is that so…”

“Let’s go?”

“Sure.”

“While we’re at the signing, Danielle and Eleanor can go with you. Go buy yourself a UK phone and some clothes if you’d like.”

“So you’re practically saying that I am not fashionable?””

“Err… they’re waiting for us already.”

A chuckle quickly escaped me as we both left the car. Good thing no fans were around.

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(At Nando’s)

“You must be Lauraine!”I heard Danielle say as she scurried over to me and pull me in a hug.

“Hi, Danielle.” I replied, giving her a heart-warming smile.

“Let’s eat! What do you want?” She asked, while locking her eyes on me.

“I’ll just order for her. She’s not used to British food and such!”Liam smirked.

There was a cumbersome silence and I just looked at Liam.

“I don’t want to eat.” I shot him an emotionless glare and took my DSLR “Smile.”

“Oh… uh (smiles for the picture and everyone else smiles, too.) LAURSY. You have to eat. Judging from how jet lagged you are, you look like you barely ate anything on the trip.” Liam insisted.

“I just… I’m just st- ” I stammered. I know he wasn’t gonna leave me alone until I give the reason why “I’m just stressed…that’s all.”

“YOU HAVE TO EAT. AND THAT’S AN ORDER.” Being the Daddy Direction that he is, he demanded, and all I could do was glare at him then nod.

It’s not that I don’t want to eat… it’s just that, Mom and Dad took me to the same restaurant the last time I went here. I can’t believe that would be the last time I’d eat with a complete family…

Besides, two trucks would not be able to carry out the fats that my body contains. I’m too fat to eat. If I eat and feel my other pants smaller, I swear to God I won’t eat until I’m dead skinny. The insecurities I have are more than how you could imagine it.

A few moments passed and all of us were done. I only ate half of the Peri-peri that Liam ordered me because I told you; I don’t want to get fatter. I had Niall to eat the other half of it, because he happily agreed to get mine after I asked whoever wanted to share it with me.

Everyone else was talking. Dani and Liam, El and Louis, Zayn and Niall. It seemed like me and Harry were the only quiet ones. My phone stared buzzing so I excused myself from the table, which was quite stupid ‘cause I don’t think anyone listened. I went to the pavilion behind the restaurant to get reception. No way was I gonna get reception here! This country is like, 17 hours away from where my phone’s home used to be!

I went back in and everyone was silent. I don’t even know what got into me, I just broke that silence.

“Oh…err….Harry, where’s Yumii?” I questioned.

“Oh, he’s here, love.”He replied, handing Yumii to me as I put him into my satchel.

“I’m sorry I took him, he wouldn’t go off of me a while back. And does he really live in that bag of yours?” He chuckled.

“No worries. And yeah.” I sniggered.

We were already having a little moment in getting to know each other there because of my cat, but Liam just interrupted.

“Now Laursy, we’ll be done by 4:30. Be here before time, okay?” Liam mumbled as Danielle and Eleanor stood up. Liam and Louis gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek before we took off.

Nice going, Liam. You actually interrupted a ‘supposed to be’ friendship talk over there. You are most certainly awesome, good sir.

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Harry’s POV

Wow. There had been a lot of girls that came out at the signing today, but I still can’t get Laursy off my thoughts. Her dimpled smile, her messy bun, her clear brown eyes, her vanilla-ish smell, her-

“Haz! We’re off! Are you even listening?” Louis yelled as he almost stepped off the stage.

“Sorry!” I mouthed, as I stood up to leave.

“Our Harreh got fan-struck again!” Louis chuckled when he saw me near.

“Shush, Louis. You know in the end I’ll be marrying you!” I muttered while grinning at him.

Well, technically, Laursy IS a fan. But she isn’t here. Man, this is bloody confusing.

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“Li, where are they?” Louis said in a fake worried tone when he saw Eleanor, Dani and Laursy approach.

“There they are!” Zayn said while pointing at them.

“How was the shopping session?” Liam asked Laursy while wrapping his arms around Danielle’s waist.

“It was wicked.” She playfully grinned.

Honestly, she looked better after her sleep and shopping sesh with Dani and El. She looks so light-hearted and free of worry. She looks a little less anxious now.

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Lauraine’s POV

I guess it’s time for me to move on. I don’t exactly know how, but in some way, I will. I know that Mom and Mamu* are now happily living with Dad wherever they are, and I’m sure as hell that they don’t want to see me mourn over them.

Dani and El sure are great women. They aren’t just pretty, they’re kind, funny, and they have hearts. Unlike those models who are so damn perfect that they’d kill themselves over a single flaw. In my own understanding, it’s kinda wretched.

I wonder how they’re doing back home…

I wonder what Vince is doing…

Are they rehearsing?...

Are they laughing? Having fun?

Do they miss me?

Did Za* get into that college?

Did they get a-

“Laursy! It’s our day off from this very moment till Wednesday. Is it okay if I go spend time with Dani? She’ll be left here in London while you’re coming with us on tour. I can catch up with you when I get there.” Liam interrupted.

“Oh..err…sure. Where will I be staying then?” I asked.

“You get some clothes enough for 2 days from your stuff. You’ll be staying at Harry and Louis’ flat with Harry, Zayn and Niall. I’ll get your things to my flat then I’ll just get you on Wednesday. That good?” inquired.

“Er… it’s fine.” I answered.

Okay. I’ll be staying at a stranger’s house for 2 days. I hope I survive.

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(A/N)

*Mamu is a term for “grandmother”. I don’t exactly know where the term is originally from, but I’ve heard it a bajillion times before.

*Za is the nickname of another character named Izalyn. I’ll be injecting her in the later chapters.

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Harry’s POV

(In the car)

She’s looking a little less quiet now. She’s already talking to us, laughing with us, and such. She’s sitting next to me. I can smell her vanilla scent as the air blew a part of her hair. It was marvelous.

“Hey Laursy! Liam says you cook well! Cook us something when we get home!” Niall pouted so Laursy would agree.

“Yeah. Since you’re new, you got to let us know how your cooking tastes!” Zayn added.

“Well, my boyfriend says my pasta tastes awesome. Maybe I should…” She answered as she let out a slight grin.

“You have a boyfriend?” I turned to her. I know I shouldn’t be looking at her since I’m driving, but I’m curious alright.

“Er…yeah. His name is Vince” She replied, showing us a picture of her and him together.

Well, I admit. I did feel shocked and jealous at the same time.

I wish she had gone here earlier.

SNAP OUT OF IT, HARRY. YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH LAURAINE ALEXANDRIA PAYNE. YOU HAVE NO UTTER RIGHT TO FEEL JEALOUS.

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As soon as we got to the flat, everyone was busy. Zayn and Niall were arguing over what movie to watch, while me and Laursy were at the kitchen. Liam and Louis were out for the next 2 days because they went out with their girlfriends. *leh sigh* I wish I had one, too.

“Hey…erm… You need help?”I mumbled, trying to break the awkward silence surrounding us.

“Yeah sure. I’ll need the pasta, the milk, and the other ingredients.” She responded, while letting out a playful grin, showing me her bottomless dimples. Man, it’s her smile that does it all.

“Here you go. Anything else?” I inquired while giving her a sheepish smile.

“Nothing more. Thank you.” She smiled at me once again.

Mother of God, I think I’m slowly melting.

Just as soon as I walked away, I stepped on a wet towel and slipped. She gave away a shy grin and helped me out. Smooth going, Harry.

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Lauraine’s POV

Judging from how the boys have been treating me, I can say I’m gonna have a blast here. All of them are really nice and well…cute, especially that cheeky Cheshire boy.

“Hey Laursy, can I stay here instead? I don’t want to join Zayn and Niall’s invalid arguments on which movie to watch.” Harry chuckled, making his facial cellulites* do their job.

Being the bashful person that I am, I gave him a sheepish smile and nodded.

“What are you gonna cook anyway?” He asked, locking his eyes on me.

I couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes, or my face might turn into a head-sized tomato.

“Carbonara*.” I grinned.

“What’s that?” a quizzical look quickly plastered on his face.

“Seriously now? You haven’t tasted white spaghetti?”A loud laugh escaped me.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the ‘p’. “So how’s England so far?”

“Since it’s ten in the evening, it has only been 10 hours.” I smirked at him, making him grin a little.

“Then I’ll ask you the same question tomorrow.” He chortled, while giving me a hand with the pasta.

“Ask the same question next week. By then, I’ll have a better answer.” I answered as I made my way to the counter to get a bowl and mix the pasta.

He was bombarding me with tons of questions, so I decided to interrupt him rudely.

“Open wide.” I smiled while shoving the pasta in his mouth. “How does it taste?”

“IT TASHTES AWESHOME” He let out, as he tried to talk and chew simultaneously.

“Chew before you talk.” I giggled.

We made our way to the living room, pasta in my hands, to join the boys. We were near when Harry’s pants got stuck in a nail by the door. He kinda hit me, leaving us gazing at each other. There was a slight daze between us for one slow minute as we were locked at each other’s eyes, staring. I turned away to face the opposite direction ‘cause it was getting a bit awkward.

SWEET JESUS, PLEASE DON’T LET ME FALL FOR HIM. JUST FOR THE SAKE OF NOT CHEATING ON VINCE.

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(A/N)

* Cellulites - fat that builds up under the skin, causing a dimpled effect.

* Carbonara - Pasta alla carbonara (usually spaghetti, but also fettuccine, rigatoni or bucatini), is an Italian pasta dish based on eggs, cheese (pecorino or Parmigiano-Reggiano), bacon (guanciale or pancetta), and black pepper. The dish was created in the middle of the 20th century. [Wikipedia reference.]

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Harry’s POV

We got to the living room as if nothing happened. I just hope she doesn’t tell the boys or I will totally be screwed!

Zayn and Niall finally agreed to watch The Notebook. The movie was about to start when we noticed we forgot the plates.

“You forgot the plates!” Zayn stumbled out.

“I’ll get it.” Niall replied.

“Hurry! The movie’s about the start!” Zayn said as he fixed himself on the couch.

Laursy sat between me and Zayn as Niall placed the plates and forks on the table.

“Well, what are you waiting? Dig in.” Laursy sniggered, looking at me at Zayn.

“THISH ISH AMAZHING.” Niall blurted out with his strong Irish accent and full mouth.

Zayn and I followed. Indeed the pasta was awesome. Her boyfriend must be so lucky.

We were so all emotional then when the movie was close to an end. Everyone was feeling tired when I noticed Laursy was wide awake.

“Aren’t you sleepy yet?” I wearily asked.

“Er…you all go ahead. I’ll just skype Vince then I’ll sleep.” She slightly grinned.

I rolled my eyes out at her as I stood up and left.

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It was around 3am when I woke up to get a drink. Laursy was there with aglass of water and something that seemed like a pill bottle. She looked unhappy.

“What’s that?” I curiously asked.

“Sleeping pills.” She helplessly sighed.

“You take sleeping pills to help you sleep?” I replied in surprise.

“Noooo I take them to help me wake up.” She sarcastically chuckled, making me look like a fool. “Yeah. Anti-depressants in the morning and sleeping pills in the evening.” She added.

“Why?” I muttered.

“I was diagnosed with severe depression when I was 9. Then this recent incident happened, so my mom’s psych friend prescribed me with these.” She responded.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. Try not taking your meds for 2 weeks starting tomorrow. Try not to do reckless things.” He locked his eyes. “If you win, you can make me your slave. But if you lose, we’re going on a date.” I grinned.

“Harry…I…I don’t know. I’m still with Vince and I don’t know if it’s okay.” She replied.

“No need to worry. It’s just a friendly date. A movie night here at my flat. Nothing special. Unless you want to go out or something.” I chortled.

She elbowed me then answered. “No. Okay. The movie night is fine.”

She was taken aback for a few minutes, but I told her it would be fine. So, it’s a date. *YAY*

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Lauraine’s POV

“Good morning, sunshine.” I heard a familiar voice say.

Harry. With nothing but his boxers on.

“Good morning, naked.” I greeted, squinting my eyes a little and giving him a light smirk.

“I made breakfast. Pancakes downstairs.” He grinned, and then left.

I stepped out of the bed and stripped off my pajamas. I took a bath first before I went down, which was my daily routine. The tap was soothing. Moments later, I was done. I wore the black underwear I bought yesterday. It was really cute since it had white laces around it. I completely dried my hair with a blower before I got dressed. I wore my chestnut brown hair down, got my blue loose strapless tank top, my grey skinny jeans, a grey cardigan, and my blue converse. I also wore blue bracelets, earrings, and a blue bag to match it up.

“Morning!” They all uttered in chorus as they saw me on my way down.

“Morning boys.” I replied.

“Hey Laursy! What do you plan on doing today?” Zayn asked, as smile plastered on his face.

“I…er…I actually don’t know.” I laughed. I look stupid, I know.

“Then go with us! We’ll be watching The Hunger Games later!” Niall let out. “Then we’ll eat Nando’s and watch another movie!”

OH YEAH. THE HUNGER GAMES. I TOTALLY FORGOT. “Can we get ice cream, too?”

“Oh sure, love. You and Harry can get some later.” Zayn said, pointing to Harry who I caught was staring at me.

AND WHY WAS HE STARING AT ME?

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Harry’s POV

“Hey guys! What was your favorite part? Katniss was beautiful!” Niall exclaimed as his eyes lit up with excitement.

“When Katniss hit the apple! And when she said ‘Thank you for your consideration’. It was quite hilarious if I could just say.” I answered with enthusiasm in each word.

“I think the movie was slightly inadequate.” Zayn informed us, as we all broke out in laughter. Well, at least the three of us.

Laursy was walking past us. I can just imagine a frown on her face. I feel it by the way she restrains herself from stomping.

“Laursy! Anything wrong?” I swiftly ran over to her side.

And there she was, looking rather upset.

“YOU GUYS DIDN’T INFORM ME THAT THE MOVIE WAS IN 3D. IF I DON’T WEAR MY GLASSES, IT WOULD LOOK BLURRY. IF I DON’T WEAR THE 3D GLASSES, IT WOULD ALSO BE BLURRY. WHICH MEANS IT’S BLURRY EITHERWAYS.” She complained.

I admit. She looks cute when she’s disappointed.

“Aww, love. You could have said so earlier so we could leave the cinema already.” Zayn crooned with sympathy.

“I saw you guys were enjoying it… I didn’t want to ruin your delight back there…” Laursy sighed. “At least I still have that ice cream to look forward to.”

“Yeah buddy!” Niall yelled as he took Laursy’s hand to the ice cream shop. “What do you guys want?”

“I’ll take chocolate chip!” Zayn answered.

“I’ll go for cookies and cream. Laursy?”

I was surprised to see her there, already ordering for herself. Damn. I wanted to do it for her.

“That would be €1.62” The saleslady said. I saw her reaching out for her wallet, so I grumbled and slightly hit her hand.

Before she could say ‘no’, I had already handed the money to the woman and told her she could keep the change.

“YOU’RE HARRY STYLES.” She whispered, trying not to sound too loud. Good woman.

“Shh…Yes I am.” I smiled.

I walked towards Laursy who seemed like she didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

“Hey.” I said in a low tone.

“I have my own money.” She glared while having a nibble of her Raspberry ice cream.

“It’s a shame for a young lad to actually let a lovely lady order and pay for herself. Since you’ve already ordered, I couldn’t let you pay.”

I saw her blush a little, while giving me her signature dimpled smile. I gave her a smirk before she turned away to follow Zayn and Niall.

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Lauraine’s POV

Lovely, eh? Haha. The last time I checked, the only people who think I’m lovely are mom, dad, Liam, Izalyn, and Vince. No one else.

I hope Vince is okay. I know we fought before I left, and he barely answered any of my questions when we skyped last night. I just really hope we’ll be alright by tonight. I don’t know what I did wrong, he just seemed like…he changed. I love him so much and I badly want to get this over with already.

“Laursy! Let’s get you some contacts so you won’t have to suffer for the next movie!” Niall snapped me out of my reverie.

“Er…I guess that’s a good idea…” I answered in a frail manner.

We were walking past stalls of different clothing brands. Burberry, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, everything. They looked so fancy, you know. I wasn’t familiar with the mall, and the boys wanted me to know my way around so they let me stroll…and stroll… and stroll… and--

“VIDEO GAMES!” My face lit up like a child’s on Christmas and I could barely contain the exhilaration I felt deep inside.

“Whoa there, baby girl! That’s just a video game shop!” Niall exclaimed.

“Laursy, you’re such a nerd!” Zayn chuckled.

“Well at least, I’m not dull.” I mumbled as I took out my phone to tweet. My eyes grew with amusement while I was reading my timeline.

@jazzychizzle

“OH MY GAWD dcnjsldzkfnbjclsd THE 3RD BIRTHDAY IS FINALLY OUT omg omg”

@zaynmalik

“@jazzychizzle You’re such a nerd, Laursy! If @Real_Liam_Payne and @louis_tomlinson were here, they’d surely laugh!

@NiallOfficial

“Oh look we got a fangirl over here! Pic.twitter.com/xpunWLXb

@Real_Liam_Payne

“@zaynmalik used to that already :) xx”

@jazzychizzle

“@zaynmalik @NiallOfficial YOU’RE BOTH JUST JELLY ‘CAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE TIME TO PLAY! :P

I fangirled throughout the store, looking over some PSP games. There was Dissidia 012 Final Fantasy Duodecim, Patapon 3, Echochrome, Final Fantasy 13: Agito*, and more.

“Hey guys, what do you think should I get? I’ll definitely buy The 3rd Birthday and Patapon 3. Help me choose between Dissidia Duodecim, Agito, and Echochrome!” I demanded.

“Why not take all of them, love?” Zayn grinned.

“The suspense won’t be there anymore if I buy all of them.” I pouted.

“Echochrome*! It looks cool!” Harry responded.

“Then Echochrome it is! Bye babies! I shall get you in 3 days!” I chirped, while turning my back on the other two that I left.

“So Laursy, now that you’ve gotten your games, can we get your contacts? We might get mobbed here if we don’t.” Zayn stopped me in the middle of my fangirling session.

I rolled my eyes out at him then nodded. A few moments passed and my glasses were out. I feel quite uneasy, since I have been wearing glasses for more than 4 years now.

After a few minutes of adjusting myself, a girl aged 12 (or she looks like it) was approaching us. Not near the boys, near me.

“Here we go…Laursy, in the count of three, we run. Okay? One, two, thr--” I violently shrugged him off.

The girl was merely centimeters away from me, so the boys were preparing to make a run for it. The girl went to me, though. I was really shocked, since the only people who go near me are my fans from the Philippines.

“You’re Lauraine, right? From SOS?” The 12-year-old looking girl asked with sparkles in her eyes.

“Well, I’m afraid I am.” I chuckled, seeing her small grin turn into a huge curve that extended form ear-to-ear.

“Oh! I’m a huge fan! You and your boyfriend are a cute couple! Can I please have your autograph? And a picture?” The girl chirped in delight when she saw me nod.

“Thank you very much! You’re really kind in person!”

“Aw…thank you, dear. Knowing you appreciate us already makes me smile.” I grinned, seeing her leave.

“What was that?” Zayn had a quizzical look on his face.

“A fan.”I replied.

They all broke out in hysterics as I continued. “You boys haven’t heard me and Vince perform.”

“You look like you don’t.” Harry joked, and I shot him a death glare and walked out so they weren’t near me.

I mean, I thought he was cool. I know it’s a joke, but jokes are half meant. I was expecting him to like, complement me in some way. I may just be a normal girl while these dudes are drop dead famous, but I HAVE FEELINGS TOO, YOU KNOW. Seriously, I have got to stop assuming.

As I traipsed my way around, I felt a familiar pair of arms embrace my waist, his chin on my shoulder. I felt my heart race in there for a minute. I was lost in a trance. I know it’s not Vince. Vince never made me feel this way when he’d hug me behind. Weird.

I turned around to see it was Harry, with his apologetic face below the crook of my neck. His curls, caressing my skin.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I managed to escape my stupor state to smack Harry in his head.

“Ow. I’m sorry.” He answered in a rueful tone.

“Whatever.” I coldly replied.

“Please forgive me. If you don’t, I’ll do something stupid.”

“Then go. It’s not like I care or anything.”

He slowly went down on his knees, and everyone was starting to look at us.

“GET UP FROM THERE BEFORE YOU GET ATTENTION AND GET STUCK IN HERE.”

“Only if you accept my apology.”

“OH MY GOSH THAT’S HARRY STYLES!” I saw a group of fans yell.

“New girlfriend, Harry? Turn here!” A pap said.

“GET UP NOW!” I practically shouted at him.

“Only if you--“

“YOU’RE FORGIVEN! NOW LET’S GO!”

He took my hand by surprise and we ran towards the exit. Niall and Zayn were close behind with 2 bags of Nando’s each.

We sprinted through the flood of human beings before us, looking like lizard tails on drugs. A few minutes passed and we were in the grey van waiting for us.

“Everyone here?” Mr. Driver* checked.

“Yup.” I aloofly answered.

“Thanks to you, Harry, we got mobbed again!” Zayn retorted.

“At least we’re all good?” Harry said. It seemed like it was more of a question.

“At least we got the Nando’s!” Niall replied. “Let’s eat on the way. I’m starving!”

“You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.” I stated.

“You have to eat.” Harry reprimanded.

“I told you, I’m not hungry.” I answered.

“Liam will kill us if he knew.” Niall let out after shoving a spoonful down his throat.

“He wouldn’t know if you wouldn’t tell.” I told them off.

“I would. Now eat.” Zayn mumbled. I gave him an exasperated sigh.

Then suddenly, my phone buzzed. FINALLY, A REASON TO ACTUALLY GET A LITTLE SPACE.

“Er…guys, I’ll be at the back. I’ll eat that later.”

“No. Take this with you.” Harry demanded, handing a bag of Nando’s to me.

I sighed then took the bag. Damn, why was I taking orders from him?

I proceeded to the back of the van, so that I could read the text in peace without curious eyes staring. I got to the back and took my phone out. It was from Izalyn.

From: Honeybitch <3

“Hey baby. How’re yah doing? I’ve got good and bad news. :( Call me when you get this message. Xoxo”

I immediately dialed her number, waiting for her to pick up the phone since she was 18 hours away from me.

“Honey!” I ecstatically jumped as she picked up.

“Baby! How are you?!” She yelled. I can feel she was excited to hear my voice again.

“I’m fine! I’m getting along with the boys very well! What’s up?” I inquired, sensing her excitement went to gloom. “Why? Is something wrong?”

I felt a huge lump stick up my throat as tears start to cloud up my vision.

“I…uh…I have to go. I…I’ll just…s…skype you…l…later. Tell me your good n…news…o…okay?” I stammered.

I sobbed behind, seeing the boys come over to me after they heard me. Damn it. Is this really happening?

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(A/N)

* Echochrome is the most mindfncking PSP game (in my opinion.)

* MR. DRIVER LIVES! XD

SOOOOOOOOO what was that thing that made Lauraine burst into tears? Sorry for not uploading in 2 days guys! I hope y’all are okay! Please vote! And comment what you think so far! I want to hear from you guys! xx - Sha :)

Harry’s POV

Well, she looks prettier without her glasses. She still looks simple under those contacts that were concealing her grey eyes.

As Niall was handing out the food, I heard her phone buzz.

“You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.” She stated.

“You have to eat.” I reprimanded.

“I told you, I’m not hungry.” She answered.

“Liam will kill us if he knew.” Niall let out after shoving a spoonful down his throat.

“He wouldn’t know if you wouldn’t tell.” She told us off.

“I would. Now eat.” Zayn mumbled. She gave him an exasperated sigh.

I heard her phone buzz, and she probably let out a sigh of relief - relief meaning she could be in peace for a few minutes there. “Er…guys, I’ll be at the back. I’ll eat that later.”

“No. Take this with you.” I handed her a bag of Nando’s. I’m just surprised she obeyed me - insert victory confetti here - for the first time in history. YAY

After a few minutes of chomping down the whole Nando’s order, we heard someone sobbing from the back. We ran on the spur of the moment as we were eager to know the reason why - considering I had just known she was suffering from major depression.

“Laursy, are you alright?” Worry was clear in Zayn’s voice as he tried to comfort her.

“Who is it?” Niall shot next.

“What happened?” I snatched the phone from her hands and I saw a picture of what seemed to be Vince, literally eating another girl’s face off. “Is this why?” I was actually glaring at the helpless phone.

“Y-yess…” She hiccupped.

“We’ll call him then and confront him.” Zayn stated calmly.

“N-NO! You can’t! It’ll make things worse!” She continued to sob.

“If you don’t take action for this now, you won’t be able to deal with it later. Laursy, pull yourself together.” Niall said.

“I can’t. You have no idea.” She moaned.

As we got to the flat, Laursy stormed to the room and shut the door. We followed her but she kept on pushing us away. Niall and Zayn had done everything in their power to actually get in, but she never opened the door.

“Lad, get the key.” Zayn requested.

“No. Give her some privacy, man. She’s literally crying her eyes off because of it. Give her space.” I replied.

“Alright. Now what are we supposed to do?” Zayn questioned.

“Call Liam?” Niall proposed.

“NO! DON’T CALL LIAM!” Laursy shouted from the room. Were we that loud?

“Okay! We won’t! So what do you want us to do with you?” I hollered.

“Just leave me alone.” Her voice was still shaking.

“Okay.”

We all left the doorway and ran to the living room. We decided to watch a movie since it was like, seven in the evening.

“The Art of Getting By or Sucker Punch?” Zayn asked.

“Sucker Punch!” Both I and Niall answered.

“Niall! You go get the popcorn.” I demanded.

“Go make your own. I’ll make mine.” Niall bawled.

“Fine.”

Two movies and three buckets of popcorn later…

“Lads, I’ll head to bed. It’s 11pm and I’m tired.” Niall wearily walked to the room.

“Harry, check on Laursy. I’ll go fix our mess.” Zayn suggested.

Agreeing to Zayn’s idea, I stood up and trudged to my room. I let her stay there since me and Louis’ flat only had two rooms. She takes the bed while I’m on the floor. I’m a gentleman, remember?

I knocked on the room and had no reply, so I continued knocking. After a few minutes of calling out her name and knocking on the door, I still had no luck. I went back to the living room to get the room keys then headed back to my door.

“Laursy, I’ll open the door, okay? I’ll just check on you.” I steadied myself in front of the door so that I could get the key in.

To my surprise, Laursy wasn’t on the bed where she stayed a while back. So I called her out again. I was starting to worry, because I wasn’t getting any responses. I checked the room, my closet (just in case she was feeling like a prankster today), everywhere. But still, no Laursy.

“Laursy this isn’t funny. You can go out now.” I walked my way to the bathroom and horror unveiled itself to me. “ZAYN! CALL 911!”

“Why? What happened?” Zayn came rushing in.

“Laursy cut herself!” I stared at the blood dripping down from the gashes covering her arms, her wrists having the deepest ones. I ran towards her and picked her up.

“Hello, 911? We got an injured person over here. Yes. Please come urgently, she’s losing a lot of blood.” Zayn informed the other line. “They’re on their way.”

I put Laursy on the bed and tried to find cloth to cover her slit arms. Fortunately, there were the thin scarves in my cabinet. This should be enough to cover her up till the hospital.

The ambulance had arrived and scurried over to Laursy, picking her up weightlessly.

“Go with her. We’ll follow you to the hospital. We’ll call Liam on the way.” Zayn was serious. I obeyed him. I got into the vehicle and went to stay beside Laursy. They were probably reviving her, telling me the cuts were fresh but deep. A few seconds later, she was somewhat stable.

We got to the hospital and they quickly fastened a whole lot of wires onto Laursy. They were checking her from head to toe to see if there were any more cuts. They found a few healing ones on her upper thighs. A nurse escorted me out of the room to the waiting area where Zayn and Niall were waiting.

“Where’s Liam?” Anxiety was taking over me.

“He’s on his way with Dani. So is Louis.” Zayn answered me.

I was pacing back and forth, blaming myself for not complying with Zayn’s idea earlier.

“Don’t pressure yourself, lad. It’s not your fault.” Niall consoled me. Tears were welling up in my eyes and things were looking unclear.

“Take a seat and calm down. All we can do right now is to wait for the doctor.” Zayn advised us. I quickly wiped the tears so that no one would see.

15 minutes have passed and Liam and Dani scuttled through the quiet halls.

“What happened?” Liam asked with extreme worry.

I was about to answer him when the doctor went out.

“How is she?!” Me and Liam said simultaneously. We looked at each other for a light second then turned to the doctor.

“She’s okay now. Her cuts have been cleaned and plastered. She had taken a huge dosage of anti-depressants, so we will be running some tests on her until tomorrow night. By then, she can be released.”The doctor let us know, and a huge sigh of relief quickly escaped us all.

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(A/N) What will happen to Laursy? Will she still confront Vince? Comment what you think!

Btw, I’m starting my Zayn Malik fanfic now! Please Comment/Vote/Fan! All will be very much appreciated! I love you all! xx - Sha :)

Lauraine's POV

I woke up with a loud thudding sound in my head. Each beat, a heavier pain. I squinted my eyes as I scanned the room. Niall was asleep on the couch with Zayn and Louis. Danielle and Eleanor were on the other couch, and Liam was on the chair beside my bed, asleep. I checked the time to see it was 2:43am.

The door opened and I could see a faint shadow of a curly-headed man, holding four plastic bags that contained eight beverages. I squinted my eyes once more so that I could familiarize myself with the different aura of my surroundings.

“You’re awake.” Harry whispered as he immediately put the bags down to give me my glasses. “I brought you some milk.”

“Where are my contacts? And awake at three in the morning? You sir, are awesome.” I lightly chuckled. He watched as I stared down my plastered arms.

“You shouldn’t have done that you know.” He evaded my question.

“I just acted on impulse I guess…” I wasn’t quite sure of what to say, knowing that all reasons I’ll give will lead to one point and one point only - I am wrong.

“You could have just talked to us. We may be men but we also get cheated on.” He sounded thoughtful.

“It’s not that. I know I could trust you guys. I just… I can’t take it anymore. I guess I was torturing my mind by forcing myself to process all the hurtful things quickly. They take time, I know, but I’ve had just enough of all of it.” I winced, causing Liam to wake up.

“What happened? Laursy? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He sounded too concerned.

“I’m fine, Li. Go back to sleep. You can stay with Dani there on the couch.” I placed a frail grin of assurance on my face.

“Do you need anything?” He questioned.

“Lad, I’ll take it from here. You’ve been watching her all night. You deserve rest. I bought drinks. Coffee?” Harry asked, putting a soothing pat on Liam’s shoulder.

“You sure?”

“I’ve had sleep already. It’s time you do, too.”

“Thanks lad.”

Liam wearily made his way to the couch, grabbing the drink from the plastic bag. Harry opened the carton of milk and handed it to me.

I took a sip from my drink and gently put it down on the small table beside me, ignoring the pain that crawled up from my wrists to my whole arms.

“Finish it.” Harry silently growled.

“I can’t hold it properly.” I replied.

He took the carton and snapped it in front of my face. “I’ll hold it for you. Now drink. You need this.”

I immediately followed him and sipped through the straw until it was empty.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired.

“Better. Just a little headache and these.” I said, weakly shaking my arms. “Ha. It’s funny how I ended up in the hospital room again.”

“If you didn’t do it, you wouldn’t have.” He grumbled.

I ignored it to continue what I was supposed to say. “I remember the same thing when mum died. Hospital rooms, quiet halls, nurses, doctors, and the ever-present hospital air.” I chortled.

He was quiet for a minute. “Oh…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I guess I can move on with it.” I sighed. “I remember Vince taking care of me. Checking me every ten minutes to see if I was okay or if I needed anything.”

I saw him roll his eyes a little as he turned away. “But now he’s the reason why I’m here.”

“Well… you gonna confront him?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll just take some time to heal completely, then we’ll get to that point.” I responded.

“Well then, don’t worry. By the time you get to that point, we’ll be by your side to support you all the way.” He beamed.

“Thanks.” I grinned.

“As for now, you go to sleep. Get some rest. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

He opened his arms wide as he got near. He hugged me and placed a kiss on my forehead. I hugged him back with all the might I had, disregarding the shrill twinges that I felt with my arms.

It’s the first time that I had hugged him, but for some odd reason back there, I felt I was protected. I feel like I’m actually out of harm’s way with the boys around. I feel at ease with his arms of security.

I feel protected.

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Yay! They're finally having the basic foundation of a good relationship! loljk

***SPOILER ALERT***

Their love story starts around chapter 12-14 but they won't get together that easy. :)

I'M FIFTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN TODAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY

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Lauraine’s POV

“Okay Ms. Payne, we’ll just run a few tests on you before we can release you. That okay?” The doctor said looking at his list.

“Err…yeah…sure.” I was still uncertain, knowing that one of those “tests” include syringes and injections.

The dextrose was already removed from me. They put me in a wheelchair and led me to what seemed to be a scanning room. I was holding onto Liam’s arm for dear life as he gave me a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Laursy. No more needles.” Niall must have noticed my reaction earlier when I got a shot of sedatives.

“Yeah, as if you know.” I playfully glared at him and he chuckled a little bit. “Do I really need 7 people to accompany me inside?”

“Well, we wanna see you. And the doctor says it’s okay.” Harry grinned.

After a few minutes of pressing buttons, bright rays of light that looked like a disco ball, and actually scanning, the test was done.

“Good. All you have to do is rest and don’t remove your bandages until I tell you, okay?” He smiled as he led us back to my room.

“Thanks.” I muffled as he left.

It was around 5:30pm, and it was still sunny. I guess it was because summer was fast approaching. The drive to Liam’s flat was quick that I hadn’t noticed we were already home.

“We will all stay here tonight.” Liam interjected, snapping me out of my deep but empty thoughts.

“Where are they gonna sleep?” I hesitated, knowing that this place only had two rooms and there was eight of us.

“You’re gonna share the bed with El. Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn will be sleeping on the enormous couches in your room.” He answered.

“Can I just let Louis and El sleep together on the bed? I feel like I’m gonna ruin their relationship by not letting them stay at one place.” I chortled.

“It’s fine, love.” Louis hollered from outside the room.

“No, Uncle Lou! I insist!” I roared.

“Okay. Then where will you stay?” Liam questioned.

“I’ll be staying where all the singles are.” I smirked.

“I don’t even get you at times.” Liam sniggered as we both left my room.

Liam went to the living room to hang out with Dani and the others. I traipsed my way to the kitchen because I thought maybe someone was hungry or anyone needed refreshments. I was surprised to see Harry in his boxers making mac n cheese.

“Okaaaay, I went here to make something for everyone and then there you are, doing it.” I quipped.

He jumped out of fright as he stared at me from head to toe, possibly because of his shock.

“Damn, Laursy! You gave me a fright!” He exclaimed.

“Am I actually that quiet to be able to sneak on you? And so I thought I was so noisy. What are you doing here?”

“I am obviously cooking all of us some dinner while I am talking to you.”

“I can see that. I mean, what are you doing here all alone in the kitchen? You can hang out with them.”

“They’re talking about girls. I don’t wanna stay in there and be called a slut again.” He complained.

“Well, are you? As far as I know, you’re just a flirt. You don’t sleep with whores every night.” I chuckled.

“That’s pretty offensive.” He pouted.

“Aww, baby Harry is being hurt.” I mocked.

“Baby Harry?”

“Well, haha. Nevermind. Focus on your mac n cheese.”

“You can help by making the refreshments.”

“What do y’all want? Märzen beers pair up with mac n cheese.”

“You’re underage.”

“So? We can all pretend I’m not. Besides, I’ve already had my first drink when I was 13. It won’t be new.”

“No. Pepsi would be fine.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

“WHAT?” Of course, I pretended to not hear it properly, just so I could hear it again.

“Oh, nothing. Just get to the drinks and this will be done in a minute.” He winked and went to the oven.

I heard it. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t being delusional.

I sauntered to the living room and there they were, all slouched up on the couches.

“Refreshments, anyone? Harry’s making food.” I stated.

“Yay!” Niall jumped off the couch to give me a “Horan Hug” because I made food. Hah.

Harry soon followed with the dish. Everyone was relieved to see there was actually someone who cared to make food.

“You guys are awesome.” Niall shoved a spoonful in his mouth.

“Whatever.” Harry answered, looking at me as if signaling me to go with him. “You guys, continue with your conversations. Me and Laursy will be by the front porch.”

“Put on some clothes, Harry.” I uttered.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He stood right away and went to my room to get his shirt.

Before I could even turn around, everyone was staring at me like I was some idiot on fire, and they started clapping.

“What are you doing?” I scowled.

“You, my dear, are the very first person who got Harry to wear clothes.” Zayn mumbled.

“So? Big deal?” I asked.

“Well, yes! No one has ever done that!” Louis cried out.

“Okaaaaaaaay…”

I saw Harry go out of the room, wearing a Jack Wills hoodie and pants. Wow. Not exactly what I had thought he would put on, considering we were just gonna stay at the front porch. He went to the door and I followed, a plate of macaroni in my hands.

“So, I guess you got too dressed up?” I cackled.

“Hurry up and finish that. We’re walking.” He demanded.

“To where?” I asked.

“Just anywhere. I’m really bored.”

“And what will we do after we walk?”

“Who knows?”

“Okay.”

I quickly finished the last three spoons and left the plate on the chair. He got my hand and we ran towards the empty street.

“In a hurry?” I murmured.

“Well…” He laughed.

We walked and walked and walked until we reached Starbucks.

“Want anything?” He turned to me.

“I’ll get what you’ll get.” I responded.

“Two tall Caramel Frappuccino’s please. No whip-”

I looked at him. Everyone knows how I love whipped cream.

“Make that two tall Caramel Frappuccino’s with whipped cream.” He told the barista.

“That would be £7.00…” The barista said.

I reached out for my wallet but he stopped me. “THIS IS THE SECOND TIME, HARRY. I HAVE MY OWN MONEY.”

“And this is the second time, Laursy. It’s a shame for a young lad to actually let a lovely lady order and pay for herself. I did both this time.” A victorious grin made its way to his lips.

“Damn you, Styles.”

As much as I want to deny the fact that what he said was sweet, I can’t. It’s too late ‘cause I’m probably blushing like mad right now.

Stop. Just. Stop. You’re making me melt.

“I wouldn’t mind picking you up if you do, babe.” He sniggered.

“WAIT. WHAT. DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?”

“Loud and clear, babe.”

Oh God. Let me curl up in a ball and die. Please.

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Harry’s POV

So she agreed to come with me in such short notice. I mean, I didn’t plan this as well, Liam just asked me to do this for him since he had a surprise planned for her.

As we walked our way, we talked about random things. I’m trying my best not to bring up the topic about our past relationships since she was going through a hard time involving one. I can still see some sadness from the corners of hers eyes even though she’s challenging herself not to show it - it’s just too obvious.

“So, how did your past relationship go?”

And there goes the question I was evading.

“Well… Oh look! Starbucks!” I parried. She settled her eyes on me and squinted a little, as if telling me owed her an explanation.

I didn’t want to answer the question. Not because I’m bitter and I’ll get hurt if we talked about Caroline. As if! I just don’t want to end up asking her the same question and hurting her feelings.

“What do you like?” I asked, her eyes not leaving me.

“I’ll get what you’ll get.” She firmly replied.

“Two tall Caramel Frappuccino’s please. No whip-” I was interrupted by her noticeable death glare. “Make that two tall Caramel Frappuccino’s whip extra whipped cream.”

“That would be £7.00…” The barista informed us.

She was taking out her wallet, so I quickly grabbed the money from mine and handed it to the lady.

“THIS IS THE SECOND TIME, HARRY. I HAVE MY OWN MONEY.” She practically hollered as we made our way to a table near the windows.

“And this is the second time, Laursy. It’s a shame for a young lad to actually let a lovely lady order and pay for herself. I did both this time.” A victorious grin made its way to my lips.

“Damn you, Styles.” She muffled.

And there goes her wild blush again. Cute.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She protested.

“What question?” I replied, internally praying that she forgot about it and she wouldn’t ask me again.

“You know what I mean.” She sternly looked at me.

“Look, it’s not like it’s interesting or anything…”

“Would I ask about it if I wasn’t interested?”

“Well, it actually isn’t a good story to hear…”

“Oh come one. It’s not like your story’s worse than mine.” She chortled.

She has a point.

“Well, it was with a woman named-”

“Tall Caramel Frappuccino’s for Edward and Lauraine!” The barista yelled. Thank God.

“Edward?”

“I’ll go get it” I smirked.

“Hah. Yeah right.” She sent me a glare as I got out beverages.

I walked towards the counter to get our Frappuccino’s and gave the lady a weak smile as I made my way to Laursy.

“We better get out of here before someone notices me.”

We stormed out of the café and continued with our petty talk.

“Now that we’re away from everyone’s distractions, answer my questions.” She demanded.

There’s no turning back now.

“Well, it’s just me and someone before. She was a host on Xtra Factor before and her name was Caroline. She was a couple of years older than me but I didn’t mind.” I trailed off. “Everyone made a big deal out of it and rumors ruined our relationship. Being the older woman that she is, she can’t help but treat me like a child. I basically grew sick of everything so we called it off.”

“No regrets?”

“Nope.” I replied popping the ‘p’.

“Well, I remember when Vince and I met. We weren’t actually supposed to end up together, but everyone else knew it more than we did. We’d review together all the time, I’d watch all his games, and we’d go out together whenever we wanted to, just like any other couple. I remember our first anniversary. It was only for a month but it was unforgettable. He got us tickets to California for a month and it was pure love. We went on a roundtrip every day; he taught me how to drive, we went to watch movies together, go to the beach. Everything.” Sobs were threatening to escape her.

“Hey…you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to…” I said reassuringly.

“Then when I learned how to drive, I’d wake him up at midnight for a drive around the neighborhood where his parents’ penthouse was. I remember that one midnight, the last one I had in LA. We drove around, went stargazing… and had our first kiss.” She grinned a little. “Then we went back home, hand in hand. It was the best experience, you know?”

“Seems like you did have fun.” A hint of jealousy exposed through my bare words.

“You know he wasn’t actually the one to cheat?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he’s not like the type of guy to cheat on a girl.”

“But he just did.”

“Well, yeah, he did. But before, when our relationship wasn’t on the rocks, he’d always tell me how much he loved me…”

“Well, does he mean it?”

“I think so… I mean, every time he says it, it makes me feel calm. But honestly, I never felt it…” She stopped dead in her tracks as she approached a bench. “ Maybe because it was forced by everyone and all. We may have been happy with each other’s company but for the whole 14 months, it felt like there was something wrong.”

“Well, it wasn’t love at all.”

“Then what was it? We felt like we completed each other. We felt like we needed each other very much. But what was it?”

“I guess it was just a little mutual understanding?” It seemed for like a question. “What if he apologizes to you? And explains everything?”

“I’ll forgive him.”

“Then you’ll take him back?”

“Of course not!” She chuckled.

“Why not? I mean, you’ll forgive him.”

“Forgiveness doesn’t mean reuniting with him. Yeah, I’ll forgive him. But it doesn’t mean that I’ll let him treat me that way again. I’m not some cheap Barbie doll he buys from a store and loses only to know he’ll get me back. Nu-uh.”

“Well, you see? You got a point right there.”

“Yeah right.” She grinned.

We continued to walk until we reached home, Louis and El were outside. It was part of the whole act, to make Laursy believe that we have just walked away from the world’s problems in what? Two hours?

“Where have you been?” Louis faked worry.

“Err…we got bored so we walked…” Laursy anxiously answered. “Why?”

“We’ve been looking all over for you!” El bolted out.

“Er…we’re sorry…” Laursy was looking at the ground.

“Get in. It’s late.” Liam dragged us inside.

And deafening screams emerged from Liam’s flat.

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Lauraine’s POV

“Where have you been?” Worry was seen across Uncle Lou’s face.

“Err…we got bored so we walked…” I anxiously answered. “Why?”

“We’ve been looking all over for you!” El bolted out.

“Er…we’re sorry…” I said, looking at the ground with guilt.

“Get in. It’s late.” Liam said, practically dragging us inside.

And there was she.

“HONEEEEEYYYBIIIIITTTTCHHHHH!!!” I shrieked.

“BABYYYYSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!!!” Izalyn yelled.

“Holy mother! What are you doing here?!” I squealed, while hugging her with my tightest.

“You think I wouldn’t know what you have been doing? It’s only been almost three days and you’ve done something foolish? I swear I’d wish to undo things and not tell you!” She scolded.

I looked at the ground, shame flushing through my whole being. “Well… It’s better that you told me right away. At least I wouldn’t look like a dupe to Vince!”

“Well, I’m here now and I won’t let you do this to yourself! Look at yourself! You appear to be more horrid than a degraded fallback!”

“It comes with the stress.” I nervously chuckled.

“Who sent you here? Does Kenneth know you’re here? How long have you been here?” I flooded her with questions.

“Er, I’ll be here for a month, yes, Kenneth knows I’m here, and--”She pointed to Liam.

I turned to Liam and a bright grin plastered across his face. I gave him a bear hug despite the excruciating twinges on my arms.

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!” Excitement was taking over me.

“Part one of three complete.” He whispered.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Being the gentlemen that they are, Niall and Zayn helped Izalyn with her stuff. My grin, still wide as ever.

As soon as Izalyn’s stuff was in my room, we immediately fired up our conversation.

“How’s Vince?” I started.

“Oh well, he doesn’t know that you know, and he’s still with her.”

I know I had not loved him completely - or should I say whole-heartedly, but he is STILL my boyfriend.

“Does he ever ask about me?” A lump was fast approaching my throat but I managed to gulp it back, making my voice seem strong and not rundown as I readied myself for what I was about to hear.

“He asked me why you had stopped talking to him.”

“And you told him?”

“That you were just busy or something. I wouldn’t let my Raine look bad infront of her boyfriend *coughs* I mean EX-boyfriend, would I?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

We quickly emerged into a hug as Harry opened the door.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I should have knocked.” He shied away.

“No! It’s fine, Harry. Need anything?” I asked.

“Well, I’m feeling really alone and out of place in their conversations…” he muffled.

“You can stay here with us.” I offered. “Oh, and Harry, this is Izalyn. Izalyn, this is Harry.”

They shook hands and both smiled at each other as Harry closed the door. I patted the space by my right gesturing him to sit beside me.

“Okay. Now I feel complete!” I stated with sarcasm as I wrapped my arms around their necks. “So, what shall we do for the rest of the night?”

“Watch a movie!” He said with eagerness.

“Okay. What movie?”

“I’ll go get the selections in Liam’s room.”

“You guys can go ahead. This trip was by far the worst I’ve had in my life.” I and Harry chuckled.

“It’ll just be the two if us, then.” I looked at Harry, his eyes wide with excitement.

A few minutes passed and he was back, holding a rectangular box which I think was Liam’s movie basket. There lain Toy Story 1-3, Tarzan, The Princess and the Frog, Monster’s Inc., and many more from Disney. I’m not even surprised; even I grew up to Disney films and series. I guess we were the typical 90’s kids.

“You go pick the movie. I’ll go get the snacks.” I grinned.

“You sure you won’t strangle me if I pick the wrong one?” He snickered.

“Course I won’t.” I stifled a laugh. “I mean, they’re all good.”

“Okay.”

I made my way to the kitchen, seeing Liam and the others playing monopoly. I’m pretty sure they didn’t notice me because it was pretty obvious that they were caught up in the game. I had understood that somehow since my band and I would always play the game in our vacant hours. I opened the fridge to get four cans of soda, and then went to the counter to get some chips. I sauntered back the room with enough food in my arms.

“So I picked ‘Up’ and ‘Monster’s Inc.’” He looked at me with unsure eyes as he helped me with the grub pouched in my shirt, waiting for my approval. I nodded. “Don’t worry. I won’t strangle you.”I commented and he laughed.

It was around midnight when the movie finished. The other guys went to their respective rooms and we left the bed for Uncle Lou and El to occupy.

“You know Laursy, you can still stay on the bed. We’ll stay on the floor.” I looked at him with a smile and replied. “It’s okay, Uncle Lou. I don’t plan on sleeping just yet.”

“Uncle?” A quizzical look on his face. “I figured I should call you that since you’re the oldest.” He nodded in agreement as he fixed himself on the bed. “Sure?”

“Yeah. Go ahead and sleep.” I gave out a encouraging smile as he closed his eyes to sleep. El was already fast asleep seeing that she was carried in by Uncle Lou.

“So what are you planning to do?” Harry asked out of fascination.

“Well, I should probably clean this off first before anything else.” I replied, pointing to the debris of chips on the floor.

“I’ll help.”

“No. You go to sleep. It’s late.”

We got into a playful argument over the whole cleaning thing until I finally gave up and let him.

“So what do you wanna do now?” He asked again.

“Well, I’m going for a drive.” The bright idea gleaming through my empty thoughts. “I miss driving” I added.

He looked a little unsure if he was to let me, considering we’d both be in trouble if Liam knew, and I was quite underage considering I’m only 15 about to turn 16 but I told him it won’t take long. He got his keys out from his pocket, as he opened the door for me. He handed his keys to me as he locked the door. I ran over to his car like a hyper kid under the influence of magical sugar and started the ignition.

“30 minutes.” He reminded, since it was around 1am and outside wasn’t the best place to stay at this time.

“Aww…” I pouted. “One hour?”

“No. 45 minutes. Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. I’ll take it.”

I drove around the silent neighborhood and turned on the radio just in case our conversations get into thorny situations. As I was driving, I saw a little lake with a couple bench in front of it. It was actually cute, so I pulled up and attempted to go out.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking quite startled.

“I’m obviously going out of the car.” I sarcastically replied.

“No you’re not. Sit back down. I only let you drive. It’s late and I only gave you 45 minutes.”

“Please?” I gave out a puppy dog look and he fell for it.

“Alright. But you won’t take long, okay?”

“Yes sir!”

He followed me towards the lake as I sat down. I removed my shoes and let my feet dip in the cold water. He did the same as we joked around.

“So, what made you go out in here?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just think this place looks cool.”

“I’ve been to Liam’s flat a lot of times but I have never come across this place.”

“It’s ‘cause you weren’t looking!” I bragged, practically sounding like I owned the lake.

“Whatever.”

I sighed. “I wonder how it feels to have your first dance.”

“You haven’t had your first dance?” He looked at me with shock.

“Well, yeah. The high school I went to didn’t allow promenades and all…”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Seriously.”

“Well, you have a boyfriend. He never took you out to dance before?”

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’.

He stood up and offered me his hand, making me stand up from the cold, damp grass.

“What are you doing?” I grinned.

“Lovely lady, May I please have this dance?”

“Oh, yes you may, kind sir.”

We literally danced under the moonlight, my hands around his neck, and his arms around my waist as if he would never let go.

Confusion was the only direction that my mind had gone to. I drove back to Liam’s and went to bed or in my case, to the couch. I can’t seem to fall asleep. My brain waves, drastically moving towards all directions just to process what had just happened. My empty thoughts now full of desire for something

that I could not define. It was like decipherable confusion. I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t know what to feel. Butterflies are swarming inside me each time our gazes would meet. My eyes would flutter for fascination whenever he would speak.

Is this what I think it is?

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Harry’s POV

I woke up with the rays of the sun caressing my face. I looked at the wall clock to see it was 9:32am. Not bad, after going home at 3 in a morning due to a lady’s odd yearning.

I stood up as my eyes searched for Laursy, only to find her crawled up in her stomach on the floor, sleeping like an angel. I stifled a laugh, knowing she had fallen down since I tucked her in on the couch last night.

Louis and El weren’t there, which means they must have left early. I went down on my knees to carry Laursy to the bed. Her friend wasn’t here so I assume she’s in the living room or kitchen already. She curled up once again as I placed her in the bed. Cute.

I went out to the kitchen, finding Zayn, Niall, and Izalyn together.

“Morning.” I greeted.

“Where were you last night? I woke up at 2:30am but you and Laursy weren’t here.” Niall blurted out in suspicion.

“She wanted to go for a drive. I couldn’t let her go alone so I went with her. I only gave her 45 minutes.” I answered while getting a bowl from the cupboard. “This is why I hate Liam’s flat. There are no spoons.”

“Really?” All eyes were on me as if I was on fire, disregarding my past statement.

“What? We didn’t do anything else, okay?” I chuckled, knowing exactly what their stares meant.

“Yeah, knowing my Raine very well, she wouldn’t do such a thing.” Izalyn said as she stirred on what seemed like cookie dough.

Me and Laursy both agreed that we’d keep last night’s dance a secret, knowing the amount of malice and ridicule that would get into those lads’ minds if they knew.

I ate my cereal without a spoon and finished it effortlessly. I went back to the room to take a shower. To my surprise, Laursy wasn’t on the bed where I put her. The couches were empty as well, leaving anxiousness rushing through my whole entirety.

“Laursy?” I tried to stay calm. No use. “Laursy?!”

“Yeah? I’m in the shower!” She yelled.

“JESUS CHRIST, LAURSY. YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME!”

“Why?” She asked as she stepped out of the shower. She was wearing a white dress with a pink ribbon around her waist. Her chestnut brown hair was down, and she looked rather ravishing.

“What?” A puzzled look making its way to her face.

“Well, er…wow. You look…lovely.”

Lovely wasn’t the perfect word to explain her magnificent guise. No word can. There was something in her that made my heart rate go faster. Her eyes were undeniably the most breathtaking of all grays. Her voice ignited my mind and soul. She was way beyond perfect.

Silence fell between us and she gave out a sheepish grin. Our eyes met but we never spoke. I could tell that she was somewhat flattered as her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson. We stood still, our eyes, not withdrawing from each other’s gazes. It’s like our skins had no idea what to do but our eyes had this certain spontaneity that we could not at all bring to an end.

It was marvelous.

“Well, don’t worry, Haz. There’ll be more of this soon.” She chuckled. “You gonna take a shower?”

“Well…yeah. And Liam went out for groceries.”

“Okay.”

She stormed out of the room and I quickly shut the door. Only God knows how extremely idiotic I look with this massive grin of mine. But nonetheless, I’m glad I saw her. She was a majestic sight that my eyes could not ever miss.

I quickly went inside the shower while I carried my toiletries with me. I had to get ready for Liam’s surprise.

Liam had planned that today, Zayn, Niall and I would tour Laursy and Izalyn around London for the them (Him, Dani, Louis, and El) to prepare for the surprise.

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“Harry, look!” Laursy pointed at the people below us. “Aren’t they just so cute?”

We were on top of the London’s Eye and I could tell she was elated to be here.

“I know. You know, you sound just like me the first time I got here.” I answered.

“If only you guys didn’t have to wear your stupid disguises, then you’d have fun, too!” She complained.

“It’s not like we haven’t wished for that, love.”

“I mean, it’s unfair. Those pretty little eyes of yours should see these, too!”

“I could see it.” I mumbled.

“But you can’t see it properly!”

“That’s just the problem, love.”

She looked at me with disenchantment. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to squeeze me out of my disguise, she just pinched my cheeks a little too hard.

“Ow!” I yelped.

“They’re just so cute and… AND SQUISHYYYY!!!” She pinched more. I flinched a little and she stopped, dropping off her gorgeous smile. “I’m sorry. I-I just got worked up.” She shied away and continued to look at the people down.

“It’s okay.” I beamed, wishing I could bring her heartwarming smile back.

She grinned at me but she looked away. I was going to ask her something but I felt a sudden vibration coming from my pants.

From: Daddy Direction

“Bring Laursy to the studio by 4pm. We’re almost done setting up. x”

I tapped away while we waited for the ride to get down.

“Me: What should I tell her? Does her friend know?

DD: I’m sure you can figure out how to keep it a surprise from her, Haz. x

Me: Riiiiight. Izalyn knows?

DD: Yup

Me: Okay okay. Goodluck. :) xx”

The lift had reached the ground and took off immediately. It was around 3:45pm and the studio’s just about fifteen minutes away so we might actually get there in time.

“Laursy, would you mind putting this on?” I handed her my handkerchief.

“What for?” She asked, confused.

“We have a surprise.” I said, and I took the handkerchief back so I could put it on her. I gathered her vanilla-smelling, soft brown hair to the side and I heard her mumble “mmhmm”.

“What?” I questioned.

“Smells good.” She grinned.

We had reached the studio at around 4:05, and I held her hand to guide her to the place.

“Where are y’all taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.” I smiled , even though I know she wouldn’t see. “Almost there.”

I removed my hand from her eyes and let go of her grip. I took the blindfold from her eyes and everyone went off.

“Advance Happy Birthday, Laursy!” Everyone yelled in chorus. Her eyes widened in amazement as she scanned the room.

“I got you a studio because I know sooner or later, you’d miss dancing.” Liam trailed off.

Laursy ran to him as fast as she could, enveloping Liam in a tight, thankful hug.

“All of this? For me?”

“Oh, that’s not all,” Liam continued, pointing to a small door. “You get two studios in one. One for dancing and one for recording. We want to hear you sing more!”

Happy tears were welling up in her eyes as her hug went tighter.

“Oh my gosh Liam. You’re the best!” She exclaimed.

“Oh, and you better get ready. We have a show tomorrow.”

“What do I have to do there?”

“You’ll know tomorrow.”

I guess she was too clouded up with enthusiasm to even mind what Liam was telling her, as she did not ask for more information about what she’ll be doing tomorrow.

Oh this is exciting.

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Harry’s POV

In about 20 minutes, we’ll be out for the show. I want to do the show but I just can’t leave Laursy in here like this. She had fallen asleep on my lap. I was brushing her hair inside the dressing room as she sobbed, and I didn’t notice she was asleep until I heard her soft snores and light hiccups.

“Boys! Get ready in ten!” Paul yelled in my dressing room.

“Go get ready. I’ll take Laursy.” Izalyn said as she shot her eyes on Laursy.

I nodded in agreement as I gently put her head up, my place being taken by her friend.

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“Love you more than this…” Liam finished the last line as we went forward to bow.

“Oh, before we all end this, there is still one performer that I would like you all to hear. She’s my cousin and she’s 16 today! Everybody give it up for Lauraine Alexandria Payne!” Liam cheered, a glint of sympathy for Laursy showing in his eyes.

A startled Laursy was carried onstage by Paul, a clueless stare quickly gracing her eyes.

“Liam! What am I doing here?” She asked, oblivious to the crowd in front of her.

“You’re going to sing.” Liam smirked, handing a mic to Lauraine.

“WHAT. WHAT AM I GOING TO SING OH GOD” She said with haste, she was on the brink of panicking.

“You’re a writer, Laursy. You write your own songs, I’m sure you can come up with something.” Liam grinned.

“I just hate you right now.” She mumbled, playfully glaring at Liam. “Hey guys! I’m Lauraine, his cousin. I hope you don’t hate me for this because I wasn’t ready at all. So…yeah. This is an impromptu song and I hope you like it.” I laughed as she introduced herself. She plucked a few strings and trailed off. (A/N: Start the music from the sidebar!!!)

“So this is our last goodbye farewell goodnight

This drive makes me crazy

My thoughts are like these dull headlights

My marker signs are few and far between

(few and far between)

We're stopping for some gasoline

So I put thirty bucks in its just enough

And that’s the way it’s been for me loving you

(loving you)

This car has never felt as empty as since you been gone

(Since you’ve been gone)

I don’t even miss you

Not for one second I’m not looking back no

California reminds me of you so I'll keep driving

I don't even miss you

No not those pretty eyes or perfect lips no

Why can’t I just stop, stop, just stop

Just stop

I’m okay lalalala lalalala lalalala x2

Now I’m falling asleep at the wheel

(Driving)I guess I’m dreaming of you

You’re haunting me still (crazy old destiny)

So I guess I'll stay at the heartache hotel

The cost's always cheap and the hurt never fails

I check myself in the walls they cave in

They’re singing your song

(singing your song)x2

I don’t even miss you

Not for one second I’m not looking back no

California reminds me of you so I'll keep driving

I don’t even miss you

No not those pretty eyes or perfect lips no

Why can’t I just stop stop just stop

Just stop”

Once again, I was completely blown out of my mind. Not only could she dance with grace, she sings like an angel! Her sweet voice sounded heavenly, sending me into a mini reverie as I stared dead on my tracks.

After the song, the crowd went into a frenzy of roaring, filling the arena with cheers and muffled compliments. She went over to us to return Niall’s guitar.

“Thanks everybody. Hope you liked it.” She gave out a weak, forced smile.

Of course it’s forced. The song she just sang was heartfelt! No person in his/her right mind would come up to a song as lovely as that without inspiration. Somehow, I thank Vince for cheating on her. It was the only chance I got to meet her and show her that I could be there for her.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, everybody!” We all said as we left the stage one-by-one, Laursy leading us.

We went to our dressing rooms to change into our normal ‘after-show’ attire and prepared to leave the venue.

After a few minutes, Paul called us out and told us to get ready to leave. Seeing as everyone’s piled up outside, I followed suit and ran towards a haggard Laursy.

“Hey.” I faintly smiled, taking her bag.

“You don’t have to do that.” She said.

“But I want to. You feeling better? You were awesome out there.” I complimented.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, letting out a small smile.

“Nice impromptu song. You should record it.”

“I don’t remember the lyrics…”

“I’m sure some fans got it recorded and will put it to youtube. We’ll see when we get home. It’s about Vince, am I right?”

“Yeah…”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault so you shouldn’t apologize. Besides, I’m over him. I’m surprised it happened too fast but that’s life.”

“That’s what I want to hear.”

“Boys, get ready.” Paul yelled.

We all nodded and followed Paul. As the door opened, earsplitting screams erupted.

“Zayn, lemme touch your hair!”

“Liam, my live in a spoon-free home! Let us walk together!”

“Niall! We brought you Nandos!”

“Louis! We have a carrot garden you might be interested in!”

“Harry! Father my children!”

Just the usual after-concert statements we hear. We stopped a little for some fans to get pictures and sign autographs. Everyone shrieked as Laursy came into sight.

“You and Lauraine look good together!” One yelled.

“Are you dating?” Another shouted.

I looked at Lauraine, my cheeks flushing crimson.

“No, you guys. We’re just friends.” I answered.

“You’re blushing! Aww!” The fan said.

“Ugh make babies already!” The other said.

I felt my cheeks heat up even more as I turned my head down so it wouldn’t get noticed.

“Lauraine! Please sign this!

“Lauraine! Can we please get a picture with you? You were awesome!”

She happily nodded to them, granting their wishes and requests. They were all happy, I can tell.

As we made our way to the bus, Laursy stayed back a little as she saw a small worried girl without a jacket in the cold, seeming lost. She ran towards the kid and I followed her.

“Hi, sweetie. Is everything okay? You seem lost.” Laursy asked, taking off her jacket and giving it to the kid.

“I lost my sister in the crowd and I can’t find her anywhere.” The girl started to sob.

“Well, do you have her number or anything so we could contact her?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll get your sister. Don’t worry. Harry, get back to the bus before you get mobbed here. I’ll just get this kid to her sister.”

“It’s not like you, yourself, won’t get mobbed. They all know you by now so we’ll end up the same.”

“Apparently, I’m not a hot young gentleman in a famous boy band with so many fans so I wouldn’t.”

“You just performed a while ago and judging from how they cheered for you, you’re in the same position I’m in.”

“Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Well, let’s just get her sister now before it’s late.

“Wait here. I’ll just get a megaphone from the bus.”

“Hurry.”

I walked over to the bus and quickly rummaged for the device. Luck was on my side and after a good five minutes, I got it. I went out to get back to Laursy and the little girl.

“Okay everybody! Please stop screaming!” I hollered over the crowd using the megaphone. Seeing as no one listened, Laursy took the megaphone.

“HEY!” She yelled, putting on a serious tone. “Okay, everyone. Little Serrah here is lost and it’s getting late. Is her sister in the crowd or does someone from the crowd know her sister?” She said, straightforward but now in a loving manner.

“Serrah!” A concerned girl that looked much like Serrah came rushing. “Thank you so much! I wouldn’t know what to do to myself if I lost her!”

“No worries, hun. I knew she needed help.” Laursy answered.

“Thank you so much! Serrah, give her back her jacket now.” The girl gestured to the jacket little Serrah was wearing. The crowd, slowly fading into shadows.

“No, you can keep it. As a remembrance.” Laursy beamed. “What’s your name?”

“Helena Parker.” She answered. “Erm, I know this is too much to ask, but can I maybe get a picture and or autograph from you and Harry?”

I quickly nodded and got her camera, Laursy hugging Serrah and Helena on each arm. I took my turn and she got the shot. Helena thanked us and started walking away when little Serrah turned back. Me and Laursy leaned closer so we could reach her level.

“You make a good couple.” She whispered, giving me and Laursy a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll work on that soon, Little Serrah.” I cheekily turned to Laursy, a wild grin painting my lips, making me look like a retarded idiot. She nudged me and turned back to Serrah.

“We’ll see what we can do. Goodbye Serrah and Helena! Be safe!” Laursy yelled.

We watched them disappear into the darkness as we walked over to out bus. It was quite silent but to my surprise, it wasn’t awkward at all. I took a few quick glances at her before we got to the bus.

Damn, she was beautiful. Even in the night.

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If I don’t upload for the next days/weeks, I’m either a.) grounded, b.) reviewing for college entrance examinations, c.) dead. And I could only upload once or twice a week from now on. :"<

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Please comment/vote/fan? IT WOULD MEAN THE WHOLE WORLD! THANK YOU MY DEAREST READERS! I LOVE YOU ALL! xx - S :)

My body is ready for such attacks that have been triggered by me not updating for a whole week. I AM TERRIBLY SORRY, MY LOVES! I have limited time to type everything for the next few months due to the college entrance examinations reviews, but here's an update! I made it extra long because I owe you guys a whole lot.

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So again, I am sorry, dearies! I will try and update my Zayn Malik and Niall Horan fanfics in the following days. I am just really preoccupied right now and I hope you all understand.

I'm sorry if this is so long. Outfits on the side. Chapter 16, everybody! Enjoy!

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Lauraine’s POV

“Work on it soon, huh?” I said, nudging him on his side as we got to the couch in the bus. Everyone was busy so no one actually minded what I and Harry were talking about.

“Er… I…uh…Milkshake city stopover! Who wants some?” Harry yelled.

“I’ll take chocolate!” Zayn yelled from the bunks.

“Strawberry!” Louis and Niall chirped simultaneously.

“I’ll take chocolate as well.” Liam said, coming from the bathroom.

I playfully glared at him before replying “Chocolate.”

“We’ll come with!” Niall and Louis volunteered.

Harry stood up and cheekily smiled at me “Four chocolates and two strawberries. Okay.”

And with that, Harry, Niall, and Uncle Lou left the bus. Zayn and Liam took my sides as they both smiled down at me, Liam slinging his arm around my neck.

“What?” I asked, a quizzical look painting my face.

“You’re going with us.” Zayn replied, his wild grin not leaving.

“Going where?” I looked at Liam, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“You’re going on tour with us.” Liam calmly let out, containing himself for my sake.

“You’re kidding. YOU ARE KIDDING LIAM JAMES PAYNE! ON TOUR? OH MY GOSH! Ahhhhhhh!!!” I scram, not giving a care whether there are people around me. I hugged both Liam and Zayn.

The three other lads got back, aware of the screams and squeals that broke loose inside the bus. I noticed Harry go in first, and I mindlessly ran towards him. I hugged him tightly, as squeals continued to escape my being. Harry saved the milkshakes (by putting them on the coffee table so it was out of my reach) and hugged me back quite hesitantly. I spent more or less than two minutes in his arms, so I quickly got out of his arms and ran over to Uncle Lou and Niall to hug them, too. Suspicious stares greeted me as I made my way over to them.

“What was that?” Uncle Louis said, wiggling his eyes in amusement.

“What’s what? I’m going on tour with you guys!” I squealed, the four of them grinning wildly. Harry was as dumbfounded as I was when I first heard it.

“You’re going on tour with us?!” Harry asked, eyes wide in surprise. “That’s great!” He added, going towards me for a hug. I threw my arms around him for a friendly embrace.

Liam faked a cough and the rest followed. Harry quickly cut loose and I laughed, making my way to the milkshakes to get mine’s and Liam’s. I handed him his milkshake, ignoring his stare and enjoyed my milkshake.

The rest of the trip was silent, Zayn and Niall were in a small talk, Louis was talking to El, and Harry was phoning his mum.

“When do we leave?” I calmly asked Liam.

“The day after tomorrow. We’re going out tomorrow!” He replied while ruffling my hair.

“Really? Where are we gonna go?”

“We’re going shopping for some tour clothes, eat outside, everything. Just the two of us. Zayn will be going with his friend Strawberry and Niall’s keeping Izalyn the whole day tomorrow. I promise I’d catch up with you, didn’t I?”

“Oh I love you.”

“I know.”

A few minutes passed and we were about to go off the bus.

“Lads, pack everything tonight. Tomorrow’s our free day so you can do everything you want. Niall’s gonna stick with Izalyn tomorrow since he doesn’t have anything to do. No one will get drunk, and sleep early tomorrow so we won’t be late for our flight the next day.” Liam stated. Uncle Lou groaned at the ‘no-alcohol day off’, but said he’ll go with it anyway. I gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek before we left.

-x-x-x-

“Laursy! Wake up! We’re going out today!” Liam hollered, filling my room with utter screams of excitement. He pulled the blinds to expose my body to the sun.

“What time is it?” I asked, adjusting myself to the light that entered my room through the help of Liam.

“8:15am. GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! Get ready! Mall opens at 9.” He sang.

I immediately followed his order, fixing my bed and standing up. I got my towel off the hanger and quickly went to the shower. As I finished, I took out some random t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I dried my long, chestnut brown locks using the blower and messily let it cascade down my chest, just like how I wanted it to be. I wore my maroon Vans to pair with my shirt, and the black nail polish from last night was okay.

As I went out, I saw Liam sporting a plaid shirt, a pair of black pants, and a pair of converse.

“Ready?” He scanned me up and down.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Are you even sure?” He chuckled.

“Oh shut up.”

“Oh, before we go, here’s a bracelet. I got from a little shop before when we stopped over that place for the tour. I thought maybe you’d like it so I got it for ya.”

“Aww! It’s so cute! Thanks Liam!” I hugged him.

We went to his car as he opened my door. I went inside and sat on the passenger seat. I turned on the morning radio shows playing here in London.

“So you’re officially single now?” Liam asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he drove us to the mall.

“I guess I am.” I sighed, replying with a forced grin before I diverted my sight to the road where my eyes had led me to see.

“Good. I’d rather have my cousin single than for her to date some cheater slash cunt-eater from California. I would never approve of him if you didn’t insist.”

I chuckled at how he described Vince since he did live on California before his mom sent him to the Philippines.

“No more hurt feelings?”

“Never had.”

“Yeah, that’s why you almost killed yourself the moment you knew.”

“It’s more of the ‘trusting’ than the cheating. I never want to lose my trust in all of my friends. It depresses me that there are actually people who can sleep soundly every night knowing that what they did wasn’t right. But oh well, I have no regrets in all of the decisions I made.”

Before I even noticed it, we were out in the parking lot of the mall.

-x-x-x-

I glanced down at my phone; 15:52. We’ve been here in the mall for seven hours, pampering ourselves, shopping, and making unnecessary stops at every food stall we pass.

“Laursy, can I ask you something?” Liam asked as he gobbled up on his wicked oreos.

“Sure. What is it?” I answered as I took a bite of mine.

“You like Harry, don’t you?”

The words that came out of him immediately made me jump, causing my food to actually be spluttered. God that was humiliating.

“WHA--NO! WHY?!” I stuttered, hiding my face away as a crimson shade flushed my cheeks.

“Oh you do! You’re blushing!”

“Am not!”

“Are to!”

“No!”

“I know you, Laursy!”

“Stop it. No, I don’t like him.”

I tried to pull myself together and not lose composure anytime around Liam, considering Harry was his best mate, but he just knows me all too well.

“Come on, Laursy. I can tell. You remember that dude named Cars--”

“Don’t you ever mention him!”

“Why? Come on. The puke wasn’t bad at all!”

“Liam!”

“It may not be the ideal first date events but I had to admit, that was unexpected.”

“Come on. Pray tell, my dear Laursy.”

“What if I DO like Harry? Telling you wouldn’t make him like me back, would it?”

“Oh, so you do!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Oh, but you did.”

“Damn, Liam.”

“I’m just kidding. But in all seriousness, do you?”

“Well, he’s been really kind and all.”

“And?”

“Maybe?”

“You’re never going to give me a definite answer, are you?”

“Whatever.”

“What if I tell you he likes you back?”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Your words, young lady.”

“Well, it is, honestly.”

“I see the way he looks at you.”

“It’s the way he looks at everybody.”

“Yeah, but the way he looks at you can be classified as a stare.”

“Oh please.”

“It’s true.”

“Whatever.”

“He likes you.”

“No, he doesn’t. I’m just this little loser cousin of yours while he’s like, this huge celebrity.”

“You’re more talented than us.”

“Yeah right.”

“Believe me when I compliment you.”

“You only compliment me because it’s written on the terms and conditions outside the ‘Lauraine Alexandria Payne’ package.”

“No. I mean it.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Why no-- hold on. Hello? Uncle Si? Yes, I’m in the mall with my cousin. What? When? Tonight? Okay I’ll tell her. We’ll head there after we buy her outfit for tonight. Yes, thank you.”

“What was that?”

“We have to get you a dress and leave by 5:30pm.”

“Why?”

“We’re going to Uncle Si’s party tonight. He told us to bring our dates.”

“You can each bring a bag of dates.”

“Laursy, I’m not talking about food. I mean a date!”

“But Danielle’s your date in all parties, yeah?”

“Well, yes. Zayn has a date. Niall has a date. Louis has a date, Unc-”

“You all have dates, so what am I supposed to do there?”

“Yeah we do, except for Harry. Uncle Si asked me to bring you ‘cause he saw your performance last night! And because Harry doesn’t have a date.”

“Are you okay with it?”

“As long as he doesn’t snog you or touch you then we’ll be fine.”

I chuckled at his last remark. Of course Harry wouldn’t snog me. He doesn’t even like me!

“Where to now?”

“We have to get you a dress and leave before 5:30 so we can get to Uncle Si’s mansion and get your hair and make-up fixed.”

“Do you know any shops that have good dresses?”

“No, but Dani does. I’ll give her a call so she could help you out.”

He speed dialed Danielle and a few minutes after, she was here. She didn’t live too far from the mall so she was quick. She also brought Eleanor with her.

“Babe, go ahead and get ready. We’ll just drive Laursy there when we’re done.”

“Okay then. Laursy, here’s my credit card. Go buy yourselves some dresses and please - make her look like a decent girl.” Liam chortled, pointing to me.

“I can hear you!” I fixed my narrow eyes on him.

“You have an hour. By six, you should be heading to Uncle Si’s.”

“Yes, sir!” Danielle kissed Liam on the cheek and he stared walking away.

45 minutes and several shops later, we have found our dresses. Since we still had fifteen minutes left, we decided to grab some Starbucks.

“Two mocha’s and -- Laursy?” Danielle turned to me.

“Strawberry” I replied with a smile.

“Two mocha’s and a strawberry. All with extra whipped cream.”

I grinned at her wildly. She knew my love for the extra whipped cream ‘cause I’d have Starbucks almost every time me and Liam would skype. She’s really a great girl, considering we had already got along when she and Liam weren’t dating yet.

“So Laursy…what do you think about Harry?” Eleanor smirked.

“What?! You too?! Why does everyone think I like Harry? Can’t you all see us as ‘just friends’?” I air-quoted as I playfully glared at her.

“Apparently, no. We see the way you loo-- I mean stare at each other.” Danielle added.

“And you spend a lot of time together.” El beamed.

“It’s ‘cause we’re single! I’m single, he’s single, we’re single together!”

“Two mocha’s and a strawberry for Danielle!” The barista yelled.

“I’ll get it!” I jumped, pretty desperate to not meet with their suspicious minds.

There was nothing going on between Harry and I. He’s just acting like how a good friend should. I mean, as if he’d actually like me back! And besides, what would he do with a fat social misfit like me? He can ask a perfectly fit fan or model to marry him on the spot and they’d actually die to say yes. He wouldn’t want to do anything with me.

But how about the first time we hugged? There was electricity that incited the butterflies inside my stomach. That night when he waltzed with me at midnight? I felt like I had just set foot in heaven. The way he comforted me yesterday because of Vince’s little visit? I’m sure it was just to make me feel okay. It was out of damn sympathy. But why would he do it? Why would he always appear when I have this certain need of a ‘superman’? Why would he come sweep me off my feet whenever he’d mutter compliments? I know I’ve heard compliments from others before, but none of them made me feel the way Harry did. The way he slipped the three words I’ve always heard from Vince when he said I couldn’t drink. I’m pretty sure it was all a mistake or lack of proper vocabulary. It could happen to anyone, right? There is nothing going on with me and Harry. Is there?

“Laursy. Laursy! Stop daydreaming about Harry! We have to go!” Danielle sniggered as she nudged Eleanor’s side.

“I wasn’t daydreaming! And I wasn’t thinking about Harry either! I’m just-- I was thinking about something else.” I lied.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Styles.” Eleanor chortled.

“Ugh, you guys!” I yelled as I followed them out of the café, my strawberry frappe in hand. Dani started driving when we all got in.

It’s so mind-boggling how I would even have the idea to think about my feelings for Harry. I have feelings for everyone, and that’s just how life works. But I’ve never even thought about my feelings for anyone, not even Vince! All of this is just so confusing.

A few minutes later, we arrived at “Uncle Si’s” mansion. We went in, the bags which held our dresses, in hand.

“Oh, there you are!” Liam shrieked, his worried face replaced with relief. “GO get dressed! The party’s in an hour so you have to rush!”

“Hi Laursy!” Each of the other boys attacked me in a bone-crushing hug, Harry to be the last.

“Oh, look at the couple.” Uncle Louis mumbled.

They must have noticed my Ramones shirt, which was identical to what Harry was wearing.

“I didn’t even know she had the same shirt!” Harry threw his hands up in surrender.

Everyone went back to their significant conversations. I’m glad they didn’t make a huge fuss about me and Harry’s fashion delinquency. A few minutes passed and we were all shooed away to dress up. I called Izalyn to come over so that I could get started hair and make-up right away.

“Please don’t cake me up?” I pleaded.

“Oh baby. You trust me, right?”

“Yes, hun.”

“Then close your eyes and I’ll start.”

I immediately followed her order, closing my eyes so that she could work her “magic”. She was always the good-looking lass in school. She always knew how to do her hair and everything without overdoing it. She was even crowned “Queen Bee of 2011” before we graduated. Ah, good times.

I didn’t even notice how time went by so fast. I got caught up in reminiscing old times and thinking of the recent whereabouts my mind would set-off to. A few twists and turns were made and she finally ordered me to open my eyes.

“You can look now.”

I gasped in astonishment as I saw her masterpiece. This wasn’t me, this was someone else. The person in front of me is far too perfect from who I am. Izalyn made a small braid over my head, gathering all of the hair on top. She curled my untied locks and fixed all the stray hairs. My make up was all natural, just so I wouldn’t look dull tonight, but my lipstick was what stood out the most. She saw the red dress that El had insisted for me to buy and to wear tonight, so she painted my tender lips a bright shade of red. I look glamorous for once.

“Go on and get your dress, princess!”

“Will do, your majesty.” I curtsied, actually acting the role.

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* Wicked oreos are deep-fried, dough-coated oreos. They sell some in my brother's unversity (De La Salle University, Taft) and they taste like heaven melting on your mouth.

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Harry’s POV

I immediately got ready as we were told. I went to the empty room and showered before I got changed into my suit. I took the extra effort to look (and smell) good for tonight. I never actually looked forward to these parties, but seeing as Laursy was going to be my date, I couldn’t wait even longer. I couldn’t stand not looking at the wall clock hanging on top of the door. In a couple of minutes, they’ll come knocking themselves in to get me.

“Harreh, you ready?” Louis asked behind the door.

“Yeah, I’m almost out.” I answered.

“Hurry, before the ladies come out.” He smirked.

I stood up from where I sat, and dragged myself to the door quicker than anyone else can. I was just too eager to see my date tonight.

“Slow down, mate. We’re not rushing. Too excited to see Laursy, eh?” He sniggered.

I elbowed him as soon as I got out, giving him a playful glare as I closed the door. As soon as we got down, everyone piled out in the living room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, your lovely dates for the night.” Izalyn announced as she held an imaginary mic.

We immediately formed into a line, resembling elementary kids in a cafeteria. As usual, Louis would go first, then Liam, Zayn, Niall, and I.

“Presenting… Eleanor Calder.”

A round of applause was heard, Louis clapping the loudest as she walked the flight of stairs. She was wearing a tight, blue dress, with matching blue heels and clutch. She looked very pretty.

“That’s my woman!” Louis exclaimed, wiping an imaginary tear as she trailed down the stairs.

Next came Danielle. She was wearing a brown dress with laces around. I could just imagine how Liam feels about her. Zayn brought his friend, Strawberry. I know he likes her, I can see the way he looks at her. She was wearing a pink dress that suited her very well. Niall invited his friend, Elaizza, over. She was a new recording artist under Ms. Cheryl Cole. He didn’t know she was signed until the radio show.

They all strutted down the stairs as the boys greeted them with hugs and offered their arms to their ladies. I fixed myself as it was almost my turn to “welcome” my date. They thought it was funny to let Laursy inside the room for a little more so that it would be a surprise for everyone. Heh, so much for keeping me on the edge.

“And last but not the least, Lauraine Alexandria Payne.”

She waltzed down the stairs as all eyes fixed on her. Louis gave out a wolf whistle which earned him a smack on the head by Liam.

I was in a total loss for words the moment I laid my eyes on her. This person in front of me was far beyond perfection. She held me up on my toes, made my heart skip a beat, and let the butterflies in the pit of my stomach flutter in full force. Her tight, red dress (which matched her shoes and clutch) made her look hot. Her luscious lips were stained with cherry red lipstick, which made her look even sexier. She looked marvelous. SHE was marvelous. She looked like an innocent seductress. If she was a sorcerer, I’d be running under her spell without hesitation.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” She smirked, as she lifted her hand to close my wide-open jaw. I felt a shock of electricity go through my whole being as I felt her skin touch mine.

“I...uh…I just…I…I was…uh… Wow. You look extra beautiful tonight.” I stuttered out, glad that I didn’t muffle the last part.

She just chuckled at my quite inaudible compliment and I grinned. I reached out for her hand and said “M’ lady” before she reached the last step.

“Alright, Don’t snog my cousin or I will castrate you.” Liam said as he snaked his arm around Danielle’s waist.

“Yes sir.” I answered in a straightforward manner. As much as I want to taste those pretty lips of hers, I’d have to save it if I still want to see Lauraine or have a family.

We were led to a small hall where the party will be held. We were the welcoming committee of the night which means we’re gonna have to spend the first few minutes standing at the door.

The night progressed and seeing as there weren’t too much guests arriving this time, we decided to go to the actual party.

“Hey, I’ll just go to the comfort room.” Laursy said, tapping my shoulder.

“Yeah, sure. Want me to come with?” I answered.

“Uh, no. You might get tortured with clutches and heels in there.”

“Oh, alright. Don’t take too long.”

I stood up to get some punch from the table as I stumbled across an old friend.

“Hi, Harry.” She said as I tilted my head to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

I froze there while I narrowed my eyes at her. I wasn’t running from her, in fact, I could actually stay inside a room with her. As long as Lauraine was around. Unfortunately, she was totally out of sight so I’m basically left to stand shaking in front of her.

Well, this is stupid. Of course I wouldn’t want her to think that I haven’t moved on about us, that’s just crap. But at this point, I don’t even have an excuse to pull out from my arse.

“H-Hi, Ca-Caroline.” I hesitated.

“Where’s your date?” She smirked.

Damn, of all the possible times and places, why now?

“Uh… She’s…Uhm… Lauraine! Here she is.” I replied, stuttering my first words and regaining confidence as I pulled Laursy from behind her.

“Oh, hi. Who is she?” Lauraine asked as she turned to face me.

“She’s Caroline Flack, remember?”

“Oh…right. Hi again.” She smiled warmly at her, making her laugh a little.

“Well, I’ll see you around.” She said as she turned her heel on us to get lost in the crowd.

Laursy broke out in hysterics as Caroline left.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You should have seen your face!” She exclaimed.

“It was the same when you saw Vince!” I replied as annoyance slowly seeped into me.

I saw her glare at me as she attempted to leave, so I immediately grabbed her arm and apologized.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” I sighed. I saw impatience deep in her eyes as I apologized again. “I’m sorry.”

“Laursy! I found you!” Liam hollered as he saw Lauraine stuffed up in our state. “Uncle Si wants to talk t you.”

“I better go.” She mumbled.

I didn’t have a choice but to let her go. I mean, it’s not like she’s leaving, right? I have all the time to apologize when we’re on tour.

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Lauraine’s POV

Vince and I’s situation was different. Caroline didn’t cheat on him. Vince was my best friend, and he was my age.

But I’m not at all hurt about him throwing me the fact that I DID act that way when I saw Vince. Truth is, I didn’t really mind what he’s going to say. I only wanted to know if he would run after me. I mean, you know? Just so he doesn’t get me as a clingy little slut.

“Laursy! I found you!” Liam hollered as he panted. “Uncle Si wants to talk to you.”

“I better go.” I mumbled as he let go of my arm.

He did try to stop me. *place imaginary fangirl squeal here*

You see, the words that boys these days can’t be trusted anymore. By this time, the quote “Actions speak louder than words.” Actually counts. If you’re in a relationship and you get into an argument with your partner, try walking out. If he goes after you, he’s worth keeping.

The thing is, why would he run after me? We aren’t even in a relationship! Why?

“So, you’re Lauraine?” Simone Cowell said as he interrupted my endless thoughts.

“Oh…uh, Hi, Mr. Cowell.” I muttered.

“Call me Uncle Si. I saw your little performance last night.”

“Oh…that…”

“You sounded great.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s the song called?”

“I still don’t know yet. I kinda made it on the spot.”

“Oh…I see. Seeing as you’re an up-front person, how would you like to sing with your cousin and his band?”

“I would love to! When?”

“On their tour.”

“Woah there! Don’t you think it’s a bit…you know? Too much? I’m not even famous.”

“You’re all over the internet!”

“Not that type of famous.”

“You’re talented, I’m sure everyone will love you!”

“Come on, Laursy. Please? For me?” Liam pouted.

“I don’t know…”

“Please…” Liam practically begged.

“Alright. I’ll take it.”

“Great! Better start calling me Uncle Si, too.”

I just chuckled at his last remark before we left the room. As soon as we got back, I went out of the venue. Since this is a mansion, I’m sure there’s some place here where the booming music wouldn’t reach.

I walked through the patio as I let myself wander off to vanity. The wonderful garden led to a small pavilion. It was situated beside a tree and strobe lights filled it, giving it a romantic aura. I stepped into the miniature place and felt the warm April breeze upon my skin.

“Laursy?” I heard a familiar voice call.

“Hi, Harry.” I answered calmly.

“Are you still mad at me?” He questioned, as he claimed the seat beside me and started fiddling with his fingers.

“I wasn’t mad.”

“I’m sorry again…”

“It’s okay, Harry.”

“No, it’s no--”

“Really. It’s fine.” I chuckled.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure.”

He offered me his hand as he stood up and I accepted it gladly.

“So…” he trailed off.

“So…” I mimicked.

“You look really beautiful tonight…”

“Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“Well, I dressed up extra special for you.” He cheekily said.

“I appreciate your effort.”

We started talking about nothing, until random lines came into my mind. (A/N: Start the song. :])

“I was captured the moment we met, carried away with every word you said…It's a mystery how you got to me. I fell in the spell of your charms, with your siren's smile you caught me off guard…” and with that, I started singing.

“Just one glance took away my breath

Then you drew me in with your tenderness

You captivate my soul, I'm enraptured

You knocked me out and you locked me up

Stole my heart like a thief at love

Keep me here in your happy ever after

I'm captured”

“By the way just in case you care, I'm here to stay, I'm not going anywhere. I took a dive in your deep dark eyes, and I'm never coming up for air. I lost myself in this bond that we share…” He continued.

I looked at him, quite unsure of what to say, but he continued singing.

“One sweet touch took away my breath

Then you drew me in with your tenderness

You captivate my soul, I'm enraptured

You knocked me out and you locked me up

Stole my heart like a thief at love

Hold me tight in your happy ever after”

I smiled at him, feeling quite flattered by his choice of words, or in our case, lyrics.

“Now you've got the best of me” I went on.

“No one else could hold the key” He kept up. “I'm captured”

“Just one touch took away my breath

When you drew me in I could not resist

You captivate my soul, I'm enraptured

You knocked me out and you locked me up

Stole my heart like a thief at love

Keep me here in your happy ever after

I'm captured”

We both sang the last part and I felt a little background changed the moment I opened my eyes. I didn’t notice that I had my eyes closed throughout the song, but I don’t care. This moment was too magical not to savor.

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Sorry for not uploading in a week! School just started and it's been hectic already! I have also been thinking about which course to take in college, and I've decided that I'll take up BS English then Law. Sound good? Hope so. :)

I dedicate this chapter to one of the writers from here that I look up to, Ms. @BooBearsCam. She's a really nice girl and her fan fics are ozam. :)

THIS IS CHAPTER 14LOAD THE VIDEO ON THE SIDE. DON'T PLAY IT YET UNTIL I TELL YOU. AND THE CLOTHES SHE'S WEARING ARE ON THE SIDE. :)

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Lauraine’s POV

“Laursy. Laursy, wake up.” Liam shook me. “It’s 10am.”

I squinted my eyes and scanned the room. Izalyn was up early.

“I’m up.” I replied. That was all I can manage to say after a whole tiresome evening of practicing.

“Sound check at 4. Wanna come with? And we’re grabbing lunch outside. Get ready.” Liam stated.

“Sure.”

Liam went back to his room to let me get ready. I stood up and sauntered to the bathroom for my morning bath. I spent a few minutes in, just playing with water. After a few moments, I went out with only a towel on. I went to my closet and got myself some clothes. I decided to wear Vince’s old blue Jack Wills tee (he said I could keep it) and some gray skinny jeans. I couldn’t be bothered to fix my hair so I just put a beanie on. Izalyn left her make-up pouch in the room and I kind of wanted to put something on my face today so I put on a little blue eye shadow. I slid on my converse and after a few twists and turns, I was done. Man, I look like garbage.

“Morning.” I greeted them as I made my way to the kitchen.

“Don’t you mean afternoon?” Izalyn chuckled, handing me a couple of cookies to munch on while waiting for Liam.

“Yeah! Haha!” I laughed, knowing her very well, she’s mentally calling me a sleepyhead by now.

“You girls ready?” Liam asked as he got out of his room, sporting some sweats and a gray Jack Wills hoodie (A/N : Sorry for Jack Wills overload. I couldn’t find any other brand. Haha!).

“Yup.” Izalyn and I replied simultaneously, popping the ‘p’.

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“Laursy! Where are you?!” Liam literally shouted from the other line. I could only imagine his monstrous frown right now.

“Don’t worry Li-- James. I’m fine, really. I’m just with some fans here outside the venue.” I grinned, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Why are you there?! What if they recognize you?! You’re gonna get mobbed!” He still wasn’t calm.

“Chiiiiiiiiiiiiill, James. I’ve got this all covered.” I smirked, then ended the call.

The guard had let the fans in, including me. Those fans were some of the very lucky girls that had won the tickets over some radio show. We were escorted inside the arena and as expected, the boys were onstage getting ready for the sound check. All of them wore One Direction merchandise. Shirts, bracelets, you name it! And then there was me, on my ex-boyfriend’s old tee. The fans were scowling

at me in between songs, seeing as they were all standing up and I was on a chair, all comfortable. I took out my PSP and started playing after they finished about five songs.

“Look at her! She’s wasting her ticket! For Christ’s sake! It’s not easy to win that damn ticket unless you’re a leprechaun like Niall!” A blonde fan said.

“Yeah! Look at her! She doesn’t even belong here!” Another said.

I turned to them as a grin graced my lips. They were glaring at me but I didn’t care.

After the sound check, Izalyn went to me and whispered “You gotta go backstage. Liam’s furious.”

I stood up and went to her as dirty looks stalked my every move. Their faces were all of shock, considering I wasn’t the ‘authentic’ fan like they were.

We were ushered to the backstage and Liam quickly called me with his mic on.

“Lauraine Alexandria Payne, where have you been?!” Liam said, acting all ‘Daddy Direction’ again.

“I was with some fans!” I retorted, doing hand gestures to add some sarcasm.

“Come over here!” Pretty sure this was Liam’s third surprise for me. “Everybody, this is Lauraine Alexandria Payne, my cousin!”

All eyes were on me now, including the fans. Shrill gasps and surprised eyes focused on me.

“Hi.” I mumbled.

“You better get ready and show them what you got! Don’t fail me!” Liam smirked.

I knew he was going to say that, the reason why I had practiced a short piece of choreography last night. I gave my iPod to the sound guys as I told them what part I would be dancing to. The boys and Izalyn went to the side to watch me as well.

I started counting down before I signaled the dude to start the music.

(A/N : PLAY THE VIDEO ON THE SIDEBAR NOW. THAT’S HOW THE CHOREO’S SUPPOSED TO LOOK.)

“♫♪ -- You lookin at me girl and I ain’t talkin bout the look in your eyes -- ♫♪”

The music started and I quickly danced to the beat. I could see all their jaws drop in awe.

My choreography ended as I told the sound dude to stop. All eyes flickered with amazement as I made a pose. I walked over to the boys and I saw Harry’s mouth wide open.

“HARRY! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH! YOU’LL CATCH FLIES!” I sarcastically snapped.

“You were awesome out there!” Was all he managed to say.

I made my way back to the comfortable place I had with the fans a while back.

“OH MY GOSH YOU DIDN’T TELL US YOU WERE LIAM’S COUSIN! WE’RE SO SORRY FOR TALKING TO YOU LIKE THAT!” Blondie apologized.

“We’re so sorry!” Another said.

The whole time, they were all apologizing and asking me for pictures or follow back’s on twitter. I happily nodded to them.

After a few squeals, something caught my eye. They widened in fear and my throat suddenly went dry. I was about to turn back but he was running towards me.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” I stuttered, getting confused looks from the small crowd.

“Raine, we need to talk. Please just hear me out.” Vince said, tears threatening to come out.

“What for?” I asked, gulping back the anxiety that was fast approaching my throat.

“I’ll explain everything.”

Liam ran towards us, Izalyn and the boys following him.

“Go backstage. You two need to talk. Izalyn, go with them. We’ll take it from here.”

Izalyn nodded as she lead us backstage. We walked over there silently, not a word escaping us three.

“Why did you cheat on me?” I said straight, trying to man-up for myself.

“It was a one-night stand.” He answered, avoiding my glare.

“More like a week-day stand!” I shouted. I wasn’t scared, I was mad.

“Look, Lauraine. I’m so sorry this had to happen. I promise not to do it again. It was only because I missed you so much and I couldn’t get over the fact that you left. Lauraine, I love you more than anything and I wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt you.” He explained.

“Well, you just did!”

“please. Just give me a chance. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Chance, Vincent? I GAVE YOU COUNTLESS CHANCES! And what did you do? You threw it all away because you know I’d take you back no matter what. But I’ve changed, Vince. I’VE CHANGED!”

“There’s someone else, isn’t it?” Vince whispered.

“WHAT?!” Anger still raging inside me.

“IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE, LAURAINE? TELL ME!” He yelled, griping on my shoulders hard and banging me on the wall.

“Vince, let go of me! There’s no ‘someone else’! Don’t pass me the blame when you’re the one who fully deserves it!”

“If there’s no one, then why do you act his way towards me? Huh, Lauraine? I chose you over her! Why can’t you believe me? You’re not the same Lauraine I met a year ago!”

“So it’s my fault now? Vince, if you really loved me, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO CHOOSE! You know what? You’re right! I’m not the same! I’ve changed, Vince! You have no idea how it feels! I was so broken that I decided to tear the pages of our ‘love story’ and burn it. I shouldn’t have met you! I wasted a year of my life being towered by your arms of insecurity and being used! I’m sick of this, Vince! And you know what? I NEVER LOVED YOU!”

After hearing all those words, Vince stormed out of the room. I fell down on my knees and sobbed. It was all I can do.

Everyone rushed over to me to see if I was okay. This was a very nice birthday memory.

I’ll never forget this.

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(A/N) SO I'm sorry for not updating! I was bitten by my cat so I had to get injected with some hell. I was excited the whole time for this, though. I can't wait for the next chapter!

**EDIT: I would like to thank my brother, too. I forgot to put this part in when I uploaded it first but yeah. I want to thank him for being the best brother one could ever ask for, because even though he doesn't support One Direction, he knows this fanfic makes me happy so he helps me a lot when I'm having mild cases of writer's block. He's ozum.

Oh, and I started another fanfic! A Niall Horan one! I'm still working on its cover so yeah. Please check it out! And please check out the Zayn Malik one (You Were There For Me)!

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CHAPTER 18 NA ‘TO

**IMPORTANT**

Ok. So I'm still contemplating whether I should change the title of this story or not. I mean, there's just too many 1D fanfics here that are named "More Than This", and I don't want m dear readers to think that this is just one of the many usual fanfics you read on here. So please, kindly comment below if I should change the title and if possible, give me a title suggestion. I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK.

Alright, this is too long already. Chapter 18, everyone! Enjoy! xx

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Lauraine’s POV

“Laursy, wake up.” Liam shook me.

“Five more minutes.” I sleepily pleaded.

“No we’re gonna be late for the flight. You can sleep in the plane if you want to.”

“Noooooo” I muffled.

“Get up or I’ll shove your arse to the bathroom.”

I can’t even be bothered to reply. I just turned my back against him and faced the concrete wall. Just when I thought I could get my five minutes in peace, Liam dug his arms under me and effortlessly carried me to the bathroom.

“Liam, put me down!” I demanded.

“No! You have to shower now or your next shower will be in Australia!”

“Ugh, I hate you!”

He immediately put me down the moment we reached the bathroom door, and I gave him a death glare before I went in.

I turned on the shower after I undressed, enjoying the cold shower water on my skin. I took on my daily dose of shampoo and conditioner, and then cleaned my body eventually. I was twirling in delight under the water when someone knocked loudly on my bathroom door.

“Laursy! Are you done yet?” Liam hollered through the bathroom door.

“Almost. Why?”

“The boys are coming over in 5. We can do anything for about 6 hours, just until the bus arrives.”

“Alright, I’m done.”

I stepped off the shower, a towel hanging rather tightly around my bare chest. My hair was soaking wet and it dripped on the bathroom floor.

“You can leave now so I can get changed!” I yelled.

“Yeah, the boys are here. Hurry up and get dressed so you can grab breakfast before we head to the cemetery.”

“Yes, sir.” I sighed.

Ah, the cemetery. Hearing that place just makes me want to run to my bed, cover myself up in layers and just…die. Every time this day comes, there is just this heavy feeling in my chest that I can never, in a milion light years, explain. This is not the usual 'he's dead, move on' thing. My dad may not have been there for me in my earlier years but he played a massive role in making who I am today. It just sucks to know he won't be here. I mean, he hasn't been for the past 5 years, but still, moving on was the hardest thing to do. The mere fact that it’s my dad’s 6th death anniversary in three days and I won’t be able to visit him since we’ll be in Australia on that day. As much as I want to be there, I can’t.

As I got out of the bathroom, I quickly fled to the mirror, put my contacts on, turned my music up, and made my way to my closet.

“Hmmm… what to wear…” I quietly asked myself as I hummed to the tune of Final Distance by Utada Hikaru, another video game song I love.

“Baby, don’t forget to bring a jacket. It’ll be chilly in the plane. And don’t forget to bring your inhaler.” Izalyn bust the door open while holding her duffle bag, reminding me of what I shouldn’t forget.

“Notes taken. Thanks, Iza-bug! You done with packing?” I asked, tilting my head a little to see her figure by the doorstep.

“Yup.” She replied, turning her back against me.

I continued rummaging through my closet. Not his, not that, ugh no.

Okay. This is hopeless.

“Honey bitch! I need help, please!” I called out, using the nickname I had given her when we were 14.

“With what?” She walked back to lend me a hand, a puzzled expression painted slightly on her face.

“I don’t know what to wear.” I pouted, looking over the hill of chaos atop my bed.

“How about those white pants and this tee?” She suggested, holding up a pair of white skinny’s and a Sleeping With Sirens tee.

“Didn’t see that one!” I remarked, clutching the garments near my chest for safekeeping. You know, just so it wouldn’t get lost in my pile of unattractive clothing.

“Oh, and you can wear this, too.” She threw me a Mickey Mouse jumper while holding her leg out to keep the clothes on my bed from falling.

“Alright! Thanks Hun!”

I quickly shut the door, turning my music up and humming to the tune of the song as I wore the clothes that Izalyn had picked for me.

“They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need. Please stay forever with me. Can’t promise that things won’t be broken, but I swear that I will nev--- AHHHHHH!!!” I scram, shuffling my feet from one to the other as I scurried off to find something to cover my half-naked body with. “Harry, get out! I’m not yet done!”

“Sorry, sorry!” He apologized. “I’ll stay here out. Hurry up!”

“Jeez, I’m trying. Now get out!”

Good thing, I had put on my undergarments and the pants, which means he didn’t see too much because if he did, I’d probably melt at where I stood.

I put the shirt above my head and pulled it down with haste as I shifted to find a brush.

“You can come in now.” I hollered, putting my wet brown hair to the side and kneeling down to check under the bed.

“I’m so sorry. I should have knocked.” He apologized, his head bowed down as he hid his face with shame.

“Nah. I wouldn’t have heard it anyways. Besides, I was half-dressed and I bet you didn’t see too much of heaven.” I smirked, squeezing my hair to get rid of the unnecessary droplets of water that was dripping on my crème-carpeted floor.

“Flapjacks downstairs. Courtesy of Liam.” He mumbled while fidgeting with his hands.

“Yeah, I’ll be heading down. I’ll just fix my hair. Damn, where did that brush hide?” I whispered the last part, delving in my drawers for that stupid brush which thinks it’s fun to play hide-and-seek.

“I think I saw one downstairs.”

“It didn’t happen to be a white one wi--”

“With a golden carved flower and a mirror with a picture”

I sighed, “Yeah. That.”

And with that, I fled the room with Harry in tow. As we reached the dining area, Niall, Uncle Lou, and Zayn got up to me for an embrace.

“Good morning Laursy!” Niall exclaimed, shaking me a bit while I was in his arms.

“Morning Ni, Uncle Lou, and Zayn.” I greeted each with a hug and a warm smile, my gloomy feelings fading slowly but surely as I emerged into the arms of my friends.

“Yeah, good morning and I don’t get a hug.” Harry complained, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and pouting in the other direction.

“Awh! Come ‘ere, buddy!” I said enthusiastically.

He didn’t say or do anything; he just stood there, like a bratty daddy’s girl throwing on some tantrums. I got near and enveloped him in a friendly side-hug. His grumpy expression softened and I could see him smile in the opposite direction. It wasn’t long enough when he turned to face me and return the hug. Liam coughed on purpose, sending the small crowd in a fit of giggles.

“We smell something fishy…” Uncle Lou blared, mocking a detective’s face while stroking his imaginary ‘Dumbledore’ beard.

“There you go again with your assumptions. We’re just friends.” I scoffed, setting myself down on the breakfast table.

“Yeah. Just friends.” Harry mumbled inaudibly, enough for only the wind to hear.

Yeah. JUST friends. As much as I want it to be more, it can’t and it probably won’t. It’ll ruin him and Liam’s friendship. It’ll ruin his career. It’ll ruin everything. Besides, he doesn’t even like me back. This is just too selfish for me to think.

“Lauraine! Aren’t ya gonna eat or what?” the Irishman snapped me out of my reverie, averting his gaze to the plate of pancakes that lie in front of me.

“I’m not too hungry anymore.” I replied, shooting them all an emotionless look, the one I always had when I was new.

“You have to eat.” Harry forced, fixing his eyes on me.

I couldn’t do anything but remain in my seat, since Liam would have said the same thing.

“Laursy, we’re going to meet with our girlfriends. Where are you going to stay after you visit Uncle Blaine?” Liam asked, taking the seat beside Niall and having his own breakfast.

“I’ll just stay there until you’re done. Pick me up when we’re leaving.” I stated firmly, not meeting his eyes and just focusing on the pancakes.

“Alright, Harry, you go with her. You’re single, she’s single, and you can be single together.” Liam attempted to joke, but unfortunately, no one found it funny except for himself. “Ah, alright then, we’re all set?”

“I guess…” I trailed off, not wanting anymore conversation.

We all made our way to a grey van, which was supposed to drive us around until we leave. I put my earphones on and plopped my head down on the middle seat. I stayed in the backseat with Harry and Izalyn since everyone else was so indulged in their small talk.

It didn’t even feel like it, but after a few minutes of wandering, thinking, and listening to music, we reached the graveyard. I picked up my guitar the basket of flowers that had been sent by order this morning and continued to my dad’s familiar gravestone.

Everyone had said their prayers and eventually left. Izalyn went back home to check if everything was in place before we left while Harry stayed with me.

“You miss him?” He asked, looking over me as I was sat down like a helpless kid on the street.

“Sure do…” I muttered, my voice cracking the slightest bit.

“Don’t worry. I miss mine, too.” He said reassuringly, taking the spot beside me and sitting down.

“Why? Is he…you know…gone, too?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“Nope. But I don’t get to see him that much. You see, my parents are divorced.” He started “And I live with my mom.”

“Oh…”

“But…yeah. I mean, don’t worry. We’re still here for you.”

“I know.” I grinned genuinely, knowing what he had said was true. Although Liam was the only one I was related to by blood, everyone’s been treating me nicely and I feel as though I’ve known them all for an entire lifetime. “You know what, I remember back in the hospital, when my dad was still half alive. He wished for me to sing a song on his funeral, and every time I would visit him.”

“Yeah? What song?”

“It’s called ‘Never Coming Back’ by The Early November.”

“Come on, I wanna hear it.” He pleaded to the slightest bit.

“Okay. Dad, this one’s for you.”

I started plucking the strings of the familiar instrument in my hand, my mind slowly being filled with memories of the past that I’ve spent with my dad.

“I just came to say I love you and see if you would be needing anything.

To say thank you and how grateful I am for everything you taught me.” I started the first lines pretty chill, just like how Daddy used to tell me.

“It's those long talks I won't forget.

Just to see you smile, it brings me right to them.

So I'll sit here now and hold your hand.

It's these few long hours that make me what I am.” My voice broke ever so slightly as I said these lines. But I kept on going.

“We laugh about the times,

We laughed so hard until we fell asleep this evening.

And then I watch you there alone, in fear, wishing I could speed your breathing.

And all the wind blows through the trees.

I swear they're angels talking back to me.” I was on the verge of crying, the corners of my eyes were filled with the tears that were threatening to slide down.

“And I scream please don't leave me here tonight.

I need you now, I need you in my life.” They were the most striking out of all the words that this song has, and this time, I just can’t help but sob uncontrollably. But I carried on even though tears were now violently leaving my eyes to cascade freely down my cheeks.

“But you're gone and you're never coming back again.

But you're gone and you're never coming back again.

But you're gone and you're never coming back again.

But you're gone and you're never coming, you're never coming back.

But you're gone and you're never coming back again.”

I finished the song as tears continued to leave my eyes. I wasn’t over it. And it still pained me to know that my father is long gone.

Harry collected me in his arm and started to rub my back with his free arm, and I was too sad to even care about how I looked like. I rested my head on the crook of his neck and continued to cry.

“Shhh… Everything will be alright.”

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(A/N) It's 12:30am here, and I'm supposed to wake up by 4am. And I just snuck out, so yeah. That's how I love you all. AND I'M SO SORRY AGAIN OKAY I LOVE YOU

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Harry’s POV

“Shhh…” I cooed “Everything will be alright.”

I collected her in my arms as tears cascaded down her cheeks. I pulled my handkerchief out from my pocket and wiped them away.

And by this time, I’d say this is the real Lauraine. That fragile girl who’s fighting for herself and the ones she loves. One that wouldn’t break down and cry when all obstacles are given. One who would only crumble down when the people she’s fighting for are in danger.

But now, they’re already gone. Leaving a broken Laursy to heal.

“You know what? Get up from there. We’re going to have ice cream before we head to Australia, alright?” I spoke as I stood up; offering her a hand and helping her get up almost immediately after she took it. I wiped away the last few tears from her already tear-stained cheeks and gave her a nice, long hug.

We walked and walked and walked, not saying anything. Surprisingly, the silence wasn’t too awkward for someone to have the need to break it.

“I’m tired.” She complained, panting like mad while bending down and putting her palms on her knees so I bended down as well in front of her then looked around “Hop on.”

She hesitated at first, but she agreed about a minute later. I guess she’s too tired to even argue with me.

A couple of minutes later, we reached a small ice cream parlor a few blocks away from a highway. It was around 10am, and this place wasn’t too mainstream for fans so they wouldn’t be flooding us anytime soon. I opened the petite door of the store (hey, that rhymes) and Laursy went in first, followed by me.

She looked at the long and endless menu, staring a bit too long at one particular flavor and thought for a while before she turned to me “Berries and Cream.”

“I’ll go with mint chocolate chip. Stay at the back booth and wait for me, okay?” I said, and she nodded in reply before fleeing to the back.

I put my beanie and my hoodie lower as I went to the back of the line. I waited until it’s my turn before I adjusted my disguise.

“Two scoops each of mint chocolate chip and berries and cream, please.” I told the middle-aged woman in front of me as her eyes darted to the cash register ahead. As she looked up to confirm my order, her eyes grew big. I was quick to put a hand over my mouth to let her know I was on low right now.

I guess she understood my gesture and simply returned to face the register “That would be £7.25. Can you please sign this for my daughter? She’s a big fan.” She whispered the latter, careful not to let anyone else know I was around. I gave her a nod and replied “What’s her name?”

“Veronica.” She answered while handing me a piece of paper and turned away to get out ice cream. I wrote on the piece of paper:

“Hey Veronica :) I hope you’re okay! Your mum is really nice and I hope to see you soon! - Harry :) xx”

I signed it with my name and quickly gave it to her when she got back.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, letting out a small, genuine smile before speeding off to where Lauraine was.

She didn’t say anything, but her face lit up like a child’s at Christmas at the sight of the ice cream. She sent me a smug grin, her dimples deep as ever.

“You’re welcome.” I said “I’ll go text Liam and the lads to come pick us up at--” I turned away, looking for the shop’s name.

“Kairi’s” Lauraine lets out in between a nibble “Liam knows it here.”

So I text Liam, taking a bite at my own.

“Lad, we’re here at Kairi’s. Come pick us up. xx”

I continue to nibble on my ice cream when I notice a small speck of ice cream from Laursy’s face.

“What?” She asked, quite dumbfounded.

“You have something on your face.” I smirk, taking a piece if tissue from the table and wiping her face “there you go.”

She blushes a bit, hiding her face in my handkerchief.

“No need to hide, Cinderella. It’s pretty obvious.” I chuckle. She kicks me from underneath the table and I yelp “Ow!”

She just playfully glares at me, so I give her a cheeky grin before I stuck my tongue out. She just grins to me in response before she goes back to eating her ice cream.

A few moments of playful arguments and insults later, the lads arrived. I got Laursy to stand up to head to the van.

“Is everyone set?” Liam asked, being the sensible man he is.

“Wait! We need food! I’m hungry.” Niall said almost enthusiastically, sinking lower in the car seat as he said the latter.

“You’re always hungry, Nialler!” I tease, earning myself smack in the arm from the Irishman.

Seriously, these assaults are getting worse each day.

“I love food and food loves me back, so we’re even.” I chuckle at his comeback, and everyone just erupts into a fit of laughter.

“Alright, Nialler. We’ll pass by Nando’s on the way. Don’t cry."

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(A/N) Hi. Jay here, Shara's brother. She had to re-write the whole chapter because she thinks the other one was crappy. She's grounded right now, so I'm taking over. She won't be back until second or third week of September, but I'll be here to tell her the things you want her to know. So yeah, if there are any errors, comment below and I will fix it. Comment/Vote/Fan. It would make her world. - Jay

(A/N) I meant to update YWTFM first, but seeing as I couldn't find the notebook that had it, I typed this one!

And I dedicate this chapter to @ForeverTheCoolKids a.k.a. Sari (or Nat)! I meant to update this earlier but everyone was against it for some reason...

Ok, this is too long already. Chapter 20 everyone! Please vote/fan/comment! IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD!

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Lauraine’s POV

“Have you been crying?” Liam asked as soon as we got in the car.

“It’s nothing.” I answered, wiping away any trace of tears on my face as I proceeded to take the space beside him at the back.

“Laursy, I’d understand if you still cry about that, and I’d appreciate if you tell me.” He tugged on my arm as he spoke.

Before any of them could even hear my voice break and cry, I hugged Liam tight and let the tears flow. I couldn’t do anything else. I’m not the strongest person to tell you, and I’m still weak inside with everything going on. My systems were a twisted mess and my insides churned every time I thought about it. Liam let me rest my head on his lap and brushed my hair ever so gently. The airport was still quite far from where we were so I let myself slip in a slumber.

-x-x-x-

I woke up in quite an unstable position, and when I opened my eyes, I could see a wide area full of airplanes. I checked the head that my arms were wrapped around in to see it was Liam’s.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Liam chirped as he felt me move slightly.

I jumped off of Liam and nodded my head with a small smile as I moved to his side.

“Morning, Laursy” the boys greeted, and I saw Harry flash a small smile towards my direction. I returned the smile before sliding my arm inside Liam’s.

“Everyone set?” Liam asked us, and we all happily nodded. “Alright. Go to your seats and lastly, BEHAVE.”

“Yes, dad!” Everyone sang in chorus.

We all piled in one by one, Harry, me, and Liam going last.

“Can I please sit with the young, immature, and irresponsible?” I playfully nudged Liam behind me, who was on his phone texting.

Liam chuckled “Yeah, sure.”

Harry and I exchanged cheeky grins and eventually had a short laughing session before he dragged me to the back part of the plane where our seats were along with Niall, Zayn, and Izalyn.

Since the plane was big enough to accommodate more than 100 people, and the chairs were very few since it’s in first class, we had the back part pretty much all to ourselves.

Harry let me sit first and sat beside me instead of taking the seat opposite mine.

“Why’d you sit beside me?” I asked, confusion clearly seen across my face.

He pouted slightly “Why? Don’t you want me to?” and then started to stand up, slowly on purpose as to make me stop him.

Tricks are old, Styles. Tricks are old.

I reached for him arm and got it immediately, proceeding to take him back to his seat beside me.

“No, silly. I originally planned to sleep until we get there” I replied as I arranged my carry-on back beside me.

“Oh no, Laursy dearest. Sleeping is not allowed in plane rides, especially when you’re with One Direction.” He spoke in a posh accent.

“And why is that?” I asked in the same manner, glancing a bit at the ground as the plane slowly ascended.

Seriously, their British-ness is contagious to a high level.

“Because we are prank masters.” He answered with full confidence, I swear I saw his chest rise a bit as he spoke.

“Oh yeah, well, I’ll keep watch on that.” I winked at him.

“But I was hoping you’d stay up ‘cause I wanted to watch a movie.” He pouted again.

“And what does that have to do with me? You can always watch alone.” I replied with a sly smile.

“But I wanna watch it with youuuu” said, rubbing my arm in a persistent, annoying, un-annoying sort of way. You get what I mean.

“Okay, okay. But if I fall asleep, then I fall asleep. I barely had any sleep last night!”

His eyes lit up like a child’s at Christmas as he pulled out a remote from behind him to turn on tha small TV in front of us.

“What movie? We have Silent Hill, In Time, When in Rome, and The Rebound.” He turned to me as his eyes dwelled on mine willingly.

“When in Rome!” I exclaimed. When in Rome was one of my all time favourite rom-com’s. ‘Nuff said.

He clicked a few buttons on the remote and in a few moments, the movie was playing.

I don’t even know why, I’m not one of those people to pass up movie fests, but my eyes just wouldn’t cooperate with me.

I felt myself slip a few steps away from reality…

Harry’s POV

Her head slipped down on my shoulder and I know exactly why. She said she only had a few hours of sleep, that must have been it.

I slowly moved a few inches away from her as to let her head rest on my lap. I did it carefully so I wouldn’t wake her up.

As I lay her head down on my lap, she shifted and turned 180o, so now she’s facing the seat, then continued her little nap.

I turned the movie off, thinking it was useless since Laursy was fast asleep already. I set the remote down on the table and averted my gaze to her sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful, curled up in a ball like a child. I scanned her whole entity and I finally reached her arms. Her gashes were healing, there were a few scabs on them but they looked like they were healing. No new ones, yay.

I took her hand and gently caressed her scars. Yeah, it sounds pretty corny. But I wanted to feel them. I wanted to know in some way how it felt to have them. I ran my fingers across her skin carefully and studied each line that had a rough texture to it. It must be hard for her.

On the bright side, she doesn’t take her meds anymore, which is a good thing. Meds only give you temporary solutions, and judging from the amount she takes, she’ll be burning her liver if she didn’t stop any soon.

I took out my iPod and leaned down to her face to kiss her cheek. I snapped the photo, renamed it to “Laursy <3” and saved it to use it as her caller image later on. After doing so, I opened my music and played my “happy playlist” which consisted of fast beats and party lyrics and I seeing as everyone was fast asleep, I might as well join them.

Harry’s POV

“Harry, wake up, mate. We’re at a stop-over. The boys and Izalyn are down. You getting something?” Zayn’s sleepy voice asked from behind, shaking my shoulder groggily and resting his head on the plane seat to steal a few more minutes of sleep while standing up.

“I’ll be right down.” I replied, leaving the space I used to occupy so that I could wake Laursy up.

“McDonald’s by the fountain. We’ll be in a booth at the back.

I knelt beside her and played her nose with my index finger. Her face twitched in a cute manner, her eyebrows crossing each other and her forehead exposing the creases on her face. She looked so darn cute!

“Mmhhmmmmm. Stahp.” She said, turning around to face the comfortable plane seat and succumbing its softness.

“We’re at a stop-over. Want to get something?” I asked, shaking her shoulder lightly to annoy her a bit and wake her. “Laursyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”

“Stahp. Stahp. STAHP, HARREH. I’M AWAKE.” She said, flailing her arms like crazy as if to stop me shaking her. “Touch me once again and you will feel sorry for yourself.”

“Alright. Get up, we’re going to get food down. The others already went.” I spoke, standing up and offering her a hand.

“Why didn’t you just go ahead? I’m not hungry.” Just as she let go of these words, her stomach grumbled rather loudly. Feeling proud of myself, the corners of my mouth twitched up to a teasing smirk. “Not hungry, eh?”

“Alright, I am. Go away.” She said as she stood up and brushed herself off. She took off her Mickey Mouse jumper and put it on the seat before we scurried off.

I took her hand and led her to the plane’s gaping door to get down. I let her go out first, my hand not letting go of hers, and cautiously took on the stairs step by step.

“You’re obviously not a morning person.” I stated the obvious, as her face still had that frown when I was waking her up.

“I’m sorry. I just really hate waking up like this.” She apologized as she docked her head down, and I swear I saw her covering up that blush that worked up her cheeks.

“S’okay. It happens.” I grinned warmly, in which she returned, and led her by a restaurant where the boys were in.

Being the gentleman that I am, I opened the door for her and let her in first. Seeing as the place was big enough to be filled with 200 people, Laursy waited for me so we could go together.

We walked towards the booths at the back, because according to Zayn, they were in there, and found them all squeezed up in one booth. I laughed a bit at that and continued to walk towards them.

Just as we were to take a seat, I saw Izalyn’s brow twitch in a creepy way towards Laursy’s behind and gave her a knowing look.

“Uhm, everyone, please excuse us. We have a bit of some girl things to take care of.” Izalyn quickly stood before me and Laursy were able to sit down, so I went ahead and sat with the boys. Pretty much, I saw Izalyn covering up Laursy’s bum and heading to the girl’s comfort rooms.

“What’s up with them?” Niall asked, though he know full well the answer. This earned the Irishman a playful smack on the head from Liam, who was beside me, and playful dirty looks from the other boys. Niall lifted his arm up to scratch the back of his head and gave them all a sheepish grin.

“Laursy’s got the flag of Japan.” Liam stated as if it were the usual. “It’s her time of the month.”

Niall laughed loudly at that, earning more dirty looks from us. “So that explains why she was so grumpy when I woke her up.” I butted in, coming close to the realization of things.

“Good job, Sherlock. Didn’t you notice her stand up a few hours ago?” Zayn asked, and all attention went to me now.

“I guess I was fast asleep.” I replied, fiddling with the hem of my jumper and looking up to them. “Aren’t you going to order something? I’m starving.”

“Right. What do you want, lads?” Liam queried, standing up the moment I finished speaking my last statement.

Just as we were almost done giving Liam our orders, the girls went back and a very flushed Lauraine came in.

“Babe, sit down. I’ll go take the orders. What do you want?” Izalyn set Laursy down on the booth beside me and turned to look at us and get our orders. “I’ll go get it. Someone might notice you and get you attention. Sorry if you want that to happen, but Laursy over here isn’t really feeling well and attention would be the last thing she’d want.”

We all gave her our orders, until she turned last to Laursy.

“I’ll get large twister fries and a coke. Thank you.” Lauraine finally spoke, clutching her stomach.

With that, Izalyn turned on her heel and headed straight for the counter. Everyone else went back to their busy conversations, leaving me and Laursy to be only ones not talking.

“How are you feeling, babe?” I asked Lauraine as I nudged her shoulder with mine, slouching back a bit on my seat to imitate her position.

“Hell. I feel like a gaping maw of hell is trying to suck my tummy out.” She said, clutching her stomach more.

“Awh. I’ll kiss it for you to make you feel better.” I gave her my cheeky grin, and she slammed a fist against my arm. For a girl, she could really throw a punch.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, rubbing my arm with my palm. “That hurts!”

“You pervert.” She whispered as to not get attention from the boys.

“But you love it.” I grinned. And this time, she gave me a look of death which actually says “One more word from you and your ass is going down to hell.”

With that, I suspended our petty fight and went back to fiddling with the hem of my jumper. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything rather than grab a bite and go back to sleep. I was in the middle of revelling in my little activity when Laursy made my heart literally skip two beats.

“Ugh. Why do girls have to go through this?” She spoke as she put her head on my shoulder and kind of cuddled closer.

“You feeling cold, babe?” I asked, careful not to make my voice break in mid-sentence.

Hey, it’s not every day that someone you crush on does this. Throw a party, kid. This only happens once in a blue moon.

“Nah.” She replied with a sigh. “Just feeling like my stomach’s being squeezed in and everything ugh.”

I took her hand in mine and sensed that they were cold, so I put a hand over her forehead and true enough, my hand was drenched with sticky bullets of sweat.

“Does it really hurt that much?” I asked, continuing to stroke calming circles on her hand.

“Mmhmm.” She replied with a frown, and I couldn’t help but grin in the slightest bit at the sight of that. She’s just so cute!

“Well, I’ll let you get a comfortable position when we get back on the plane, alright?” I suggested, and she just nodded with a small smile.

Everyone was indulged in their own conversations until food came and took away everyone’s speaking abilities. Since we were nearest to Iza, we handed out the food to the boys one by one and started eating.

Laursy couldn’t touch a single fry, maybe that’s just how it hurts. After a few minutes, she finally gave up frowned at her food.

“I usually enjoy this, but hell. Why. Does. It. Hurt. So. Much.” She said, emphasizing the last part a bit.

I just chuckled at that, seeing as I have no flipping idea how to respond to it. I took a fry and shoved it right down my throat. Laursy did the same until we had no more, and we all went back to the plane to continue the rest of the flight.

“Want to stay in one seat and I’ll sit on the opposite side?” I asked, taking her hand and leading her to our seats.

“Nah. I need a pillow. Your thighs are enough.” She replied with a small smile, letting me sit down first so that she could rest her head on my thighs.

“Night, Laursy.” I said, pressing a small, friendly kiss on her forehead.

“Night, Harry.” She responded, closing her eyes as she started to slip into vanity.

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Sorry this update took so flippin' long! I just had writer's block and I was extremely busy for the past two months. I don't know if I;ll be able to update a lot, but I hope the next one's near!

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Lauraine’s POV

Of course I had to have my period now. THREE CHEERS FOR PUBERTY, EVERYBODY! Now all the boys had seen a girl with a stain of a teenage girl’s monthly torture. Hell, of all the moments. WHY.

“Laursy, let’s head back. Here’s my jumper in case you need some covering.” Harry spoke, removing his jumper as he stood up. I swear he’s stifling a laugh, but the lads totally lost it and broke into hysterics.

“No, I’m fine. I got it under control.” I lied, feeling quite ashamed that I’ll have his jumper to cover my stained butt.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He replied in a menacing manner, earning him a punch on his arm. “What’s with everyone hitting me? Physically?!”

I gave him a poker face look which ended the quite awkward situation we were in. He insisted on me using his jumper for a cover-up, and I finally took it so he’d be quiet. After a few moments, we were heading out of the food chain and back to the plane.

“Thanks for the jumper, Harry. Though I really didn’t want it and you only forced it on me.” I said, sarcasm showing thick in every word.

“Well, you’re very welcome, my dear.” He replied in his posh English accent. We both laughed like madmen while walking to the plane behind the other lads and Izalyn.

We walked for about five minutes until we reached our seats. I went to get my carry-on bag which, fortunately, had some leggings and shorts in. Thank God for my Girl Scout skills!

I went to the bathroom to change and then back to my seat. The moment I sat down, I heard the airplane people say that we will be landing in 6 hours. Six more hours of rest. Yes.

~***~

We landed at Sydney Airport, feeling all tired and jet-lagged. Hell, that was so exhausting. Who knew just sitting your bum down on a plane seat would be this tiring? I don’t even know how much pain my whole body was in for the past few hours. God, I just want to sleep.

The moment we got our luggage from the counter, we immediately got into the van that was to take us to our hotel.

“Alright, lads. We have four beds. Who’ll sleep alone and who won’t?” Liam asked us all, carrying his and my luggage. My ever-so-gentleman cousin.

“Let Zayn sleep alone. We all know what happened to Niall the last time he slept beside someone.” Louis joked, making everyone erupt in a fit of giggles.

“Alright. So Zayn will be alone. Izalyn and Laursy will go together. Harry and Louis, you, too. Niall and I will stay together. You guys pick the beds. We’ll take this one.” Liam instructed, pointing at one of the king-sized beds that would be their resting place for the next few days.

I set my carry-on bag on the bed and, without another thought, let myself drop to the bed. God, it feels so good.

I don’t know what happened next, but I heard muffled noises talking about interviews and stuff. I can’t be bothered to even move a muscle, so I ignored it. There’ll be plenty of time to talk about that later.

~***~

“Raine, you’re awake. Finally.” Izalyn said as she threw me a pair of grey track capris, a white, printed tank top, and aviator glasses. “It’s hot outside; let’s get some sun in your skin.”

I checked the time to see that it was 10:30 in the afternoon. We arrived at 2am, so waking up at this time would be justifiable. I stepped out of the bed and immediately went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change. As soon as I got in, I was shocked to see the person in front of the mirror.

Man, I look like a hobo. My hair is sticking out in all directions. My eyes are surrounded by heavy bags that indicate my lack of sleep. My shirt looks like it’s been pulled out from an old person’s ass. Wow.

So, first things first. I went back to the room to get my carry-on bag and my toiletries. As soon as I got them at hand, I proceeded to take my shower.

The cold water cascaded down my skin, causing all the heat from the temperature to wash away. I washed my face, glad that I didn’t put any make-up on, and rinsed my body all throughout. After about four minutes, I was done. I got a towel from the towel rack that was just outside the shower booth and completely dried myself with it. I got another towel and wrapped it around my head to prevent the remaining droplets of water to get on my shirt.

After my little shower, I went to get the clothes that were on my bed and put them on quickly, knowing that Izalyn might already be down at the lobby waiting for me. I spurted a little body spray, put my bracelets, slipped on my black Vans and tucked the aviator glasses between my tank top. I put Yumii in his fibre-glass carrier and got the card for the room. After a last look at myself in the life-size mirror, I was ready to go.

“About time!” Izalyn exclaimed, eyeing me up and down for any fashion delinquencies. “Good to go?”

“I guess?” The answer came out more like a question. “Where? And can we drop Yumii in a grooming shop? He looks like a hobo-cat.”

“Around town.” She grinned, checking her phone for something. Updates, messages, maybe? I don’t know.

“Where are the boys?” I asked, tying my hair up in a messy bun.

“In an interview. They’ll be back by lunch time so we’ve got plenty of time.” She grinned once more before dragging me out of the hotel.

The moment we stepped out, the blinding rays of the sun hit me. I feel relaxed. Carefree, even. I put on my aviator glasses to keep the sun away from my eyes (since they don’t need the tanning) and went with Izalyn.

We went into a few shops, bought a little of this and that, had ice cream, and did a few poses for fans who recognised me. At least it wasn’t that much, and they weren’t chaotic enough to yell to the whole of Australia that they saw me. They were awesome, really.

The rest of the time we had was spent in the spa, having foot massages and manicures and all. I had my nails polished with grey while Izalyn had hers red, typical Iza.

“Where to now?” I asked, feeling the most worry-free after a few months. I don’t know why, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Liam just texted. He said they’ll pick us up in five minutes for lunch.” She smiled her heart-warming smile, and I couldn’t help but hug her.

“Thank you so much, honey-bee. You make me feel the best when I’m not.” I said, feeling a bit guilty inside.

“It’s because you are, you just fail to realize it.” She replied, looking me sincerely in the eyes ang gave me a pat on the shoulder. “You’re beautiful, and you deserve much better than what you’re getting. I’m glad you broke it off with Vince. He’s a jerk and you don’t need him.”

What she said almost made me break down in tears, but she locked me in her arms, giving me reassurance. We stayed that way for God knows how long, and we didn’t even notice that five minutes were over.

“Laursy!” Liam exclaimed, hugging like he hasn’t seen me in forever. “What did you do while we were gone?”

“Hi, Liam. We did girl stuff.” I chuckled, hugging him back. “How was the interview?”

“Good. Same old. But they asked about you.” He grinned, ruffling my hair.

“Oh, really now? What about me?” I replied, breaking out of his embrace to greet the other lads and Paul. “Hi, guys.”

“They asked who you were and why you were with us. So we let Liam answer that question.” Niall answered, hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek in which I returned. “It’s nice to see you.”

“You, too, Nialler.” I beamed at him, which ended in him pinching my cheeks. “Ni, that hurts!”

“But your cheeks are so fat and your dimples are so cute!” He responded.

The last one I hugged was Harry, as usual. He had his arms spread wide even before I got to him.

“Hi, Harry.” I said, enveloping him in a bear-hug and he did the same. He just grinned that cheeky, Cheshire-cat grin he has and kissed me on the cheek. “So, where to now?”

“There’s this restaurant named Quay at the corner of the street. You lads want to eat there?” Liam turned to Niall, knowing he was the food enthusiast among the eight of us.

“Yeah, Quay’s good. Let’s go, I’m starving.” He replied.

Paul got our shopping bags and went to put it at the back of the car as we talked a little, then we went to the van ourselves.

We drove a little to Quay, seeing as walking towards the place wasn’t an option. As soon as we got there, we immediately ordered food. They had no time to stay for long because they had another interview in an hour, and they only wanted to join us for lunch no matter how much we insisted that they didn’t. Well, I don’t get a say in it. I guess I should only be thankful.

We all ordered a four-course meal consisting of poached chicken, Tasmanian squid, Korean green rice, and Quay’s Eight Texture chocolate cake. I don’t even know why they named it that, I mean, how can you feel the texture of a cake when you can’t touch it? Yeah, you could, but you’ll get cake all over your fingers and it’ll make you look like an idiot that doesn’t have any table manners and such. But oh well, that’s food. It’s their restaurant and I’ll only eat here once, so why should I bother myself with these things?

“You should come with us to another interview. They’ll be airing it tonight on TV.” Uncle Lou suggested as we were almost finished, breaking me out of my silly thoughts about that darn cake.

“Hmm? What should I do there?” I asked, considering the suggestion. Interviews weren’t new to me, since I’ve been featured once on a Filipino talk show because of my mum. And then there are those police interviews when my mum died.

“You could stay backstage so after the interview, we could go around. And if they ask for you, you could go out to answer questions yourself.” Zayn answered as he cleared his plate, eating one last bit of his chocolate cake.

“Wait, I’m not dressed for it!” I just remembered, Izalyn only gave me comfy clothes for a walk, not for a broadcast interview.

“You went shopping, right? I’m sure you can pull some out of your bags.” He answered.

Well, I did buy a cute dress that was okay for an interview. I thought of it for a few moments, and then turned to Izalyn. “What do you think?”

“I think you should go for it.” Izalyn beamed, handing me a glass of water.

“Okay, then. I’ll go. Thanks.”

After Paul paid for the meals, we went in to the medium-sized grey van that was to get us to the studio. We sat in our usual places, Liam on the passenger seat, Louis, Niall, and Zayn in the middle, and me, Izalyn, and Harry at the back. The trip was a bit quiet this time, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall were on their phones while we were having a small chat at the back.

“So, whatcha did while we were away?” Harry asked out of the blue, looking dead-bored as ever.

“Well, we dropped Yumii in a pet-hotel and went shopping a little, walked, and walked, then went to the spa. It wasn’t much of a long day but it was fun.” I grinned, showing my manicured nails to him.

“Basically girl-stuff, Harry. Something you wouldn’t invest in.” Izalyn butted in, adding hand-motions for exaggeration.

We talked for the whole duration of the trip, randomly injecting topics and not running out of them. It was awesome.

As we got to the studio, we were immediately ushered to the back of the stage for their make-up. I got my teal, strapless sundress that reached just above my knees, and my teal ballet flats to go with it. Thank God we shopped today or I would probably be a disgrace to my cousin.

I intended to stay at one of the leather couches backstage since I wasn’t sure whether I’d be appearing or not, but one of the make-up artists just dragged me to a make-up chair in front of a huge mirror, pinning me down with her steady gaze as she got her materials. Before I could even protest, she started doing her work. She applied a tint of light blue eye-shadow on my eyelids, brown eyeliner, and a bit of beige lipstick to go with. I was getting nervous by the minute, knowing this wasn’t leading to something good. A few minutes later and she was done. I looked simple yet elegant.

My desperate attempt to go to the leather couch in peace wasn’t very successful as I knew it would be because one of the assistants literally pushed me to the boys.

“Liam! Why did they do this to me? I thought I should just get ready? But when I did, one of those make-up artists dragged me and did stuff and look!” I whisper-shouted at him, half because of my reason, and half because he had a face-splitting smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, you look fine.” Harry reassured me, putting his hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” I whisper-shouted once more, getting annoyed by this conversation. I wasn’t ready for anything like this!

“Sorry, love. I kinda slipped a bit of info that you were here to the producer and…” Louis trailed off, looking down at the ground because of guilt.

“God, Uncle Lou. What if they ask me something and I don’t answer it well? It’s gonna ruin you!” I replied more calmly now.

“Don’t worry, we got your back.” Niall smiled from in front of me.

Well, cheese. Looks like I don’t have a choice.

“One Direction, you’re on in three, two, one! Go!” The producer shoved us to the stage at the end of his count.

Well, here goes.

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