My Little Secret

Chapter 11

Cara's Pov

When I woke up, I looked over and both boys were still asleep. I looked at the clock. 9:00am it read. I wasn't tired anymore, and I didn't want to wake either of the boys so I decided I'd go downstairs and get something to eat at the buffet. Plus I needed sometime to be alone to think anyway.

I got out of the bed, made it and went over to my suitcase I grabbed a pair of jeans, and an oversized sweatshirt, as well as undergarments of course.

I then proceeded to the bathroom. I striped of my old clothes, as well as my boot. I had to make sure to put most of my weight on my good foot. (the left one) I hopped in the shower. This is the first shower I'm taking since Harry unexpectedly 'joined' me in the last one. I made sure to lock the bathroom door before I got in. Harry is going to have to find another hiding place if his co-workers want to come in. Or he could just be like any other normal person and kindly ask them to leave. Just sayin'.

Anyway I hopped out put on my new outfit and put my hair and a pony tail. As for makeup, I never use much. Just mascara and lip gloss. You see, I'm one of those people who look like a completely different person with and without makeup on. I mean, I don't look good either way, but makeup is a step up, but I don't need people to be disgusted the one time I don't wear make-up, so the amount of make-up I use is minimal.

I leave the bathroom only to find that Harry and Liam are still sleeping. I didn't really need a purse or anything, so I just head to the elevators. I see they are about to close, and I didn't want to wait.

"Hold it please!" I call out. I see a foot wearing a Van shoe is stuck between the closing doors.

Out of breath from running, "Thank you." I wheeze.

"No problem." A British boy says. Ok. This is getting weird. ANOTHER British person. That makes three. That's the most I've seen here in the same area of New York. Ever.

Anyway, I look up to see a boy with slightly messy hair, in a blue v-neck and jeans.

"I'm Louis." He grins

"Cara." I say, slightly returning the grin.

"Are you going to the breakfast buffet?" I nod.

"Oh. So am I. Are you going with someone?" Why is he getting into my business??

"Um...no." I hesitantly reply. He grins even wider, if possible.

"Well in that case, is it possible for me to escort a beautiful girl like yourself to breakfast this morning?"

No. Absolutely not. I don't even know him.

"Uh, sure?" I mentally punch myself. So much for some alone time. What on Earth is wrong with me?! What ever happened to not talking to strangers?! Then again, I kind of broke that saying talking to Harry. AND I got into Harry's car, but still. I mean, there are people everywhere so I guess this can't be that bad. Plus he seems nice...

Louis' Pov (Bet you weren't expecting this HAHAH)

I got up this morning, and was really hungry, but didn't want to go alone so I went to Zayn and Niall's rooms and they were still knocked out. So I settled to going alone. Why didn't I go and find Liam or Harry? Well that's simple. A few days ago, Harry started getting distant from us. He said he didn't feel well after we finished a few interviews promoting our tour and album and such, and went back to the hotel while we all went to eat. 'We' being the rest of the lads and myself, as well as our manager Todd.

But, as I may be stupid, I'm not THAT stupid. I'm his best mate for crying out loud! He was fine. He is a pretty good liar, but not good enough for me.