Kristy, Are You Doing Okay? (One Direction & Emblem3 FanFic)

Chapter 4.

Hi guys! Wow, I suck at uploading. It's even worse than usual! I recently started crew, and it eats up so much of my time it's crazy. Like seriously. I get out of school at 3:20, and have to drive to our boathouse and be there by around 3:45, and we practice until 6:30. Then I go home, eat, shower, then sleep. then I usually have practice on Saturdays. Even this week, which is my Spring Break, I have to wake up at 5:45 in the morning and be at the boathouse by 6:30. Then we have practice until 11, a break, then practice starts again around 12 or 1, then lasts til 3. It kinda sucks. Ugh. Sorry about the rant.

-Merr.<3xx

Harry's POV

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Ding. I grumble and lean over to grab my iPhone sitting on the nightstand beside my bed. Ding. Who the hell keeps texting me? Ding. Ding. Ding. What the fuck? Ding. I slide the unlock button, then go to my messaging. Ding. I read the ten million messages sent from my fellow band mates within the past two minutes.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DIPSHITS SENDING ME SO MANY FUCKING MESSAGES AT 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING?" I yell at the top of my lungs. In response, I just hear laughing coming from the kitchen part of our hotel room. These idiots are going to make me come out there, aren't they?

I grab a pair of boxers from my suitcase, throw them on, and walk out into the living room/kitchen and stare intently at the four idiots sitting in front of me. I earn a few smirks from Niall and Zayn, and a wave from Liam. Louis, however is sitting there with his phone in hand, typing away. "If you're fucking trying to text me again, it's no use. I'm awake now," I growl at him. He looks up and shakes his head.

"I'm not trying to wake you up anymore," he says. "But I have something very important to show you!" He motions for me to come over, which I almost didn't do, except Liam just had to nudge me over. Do these boys not realize that I'm tired? I sit down, taking everything I have not to punch Louis, and retrieve his phone as he hands it over to me.

"What's this?" I ask, staring at the screen before me, which is pulled up to some Twitter profile.

"Does the person not look familiar, or something?" Zayn asks me from his chair to the right of the couch.

"Uh..." I start, looking at the profile some more. It's some girl; brown hair, blue eyes, looks to be about my age, from the US... "Is she supposed to?"

"Did you read the name?" Liam asks from the ground by Zayn's feet.

I look back to the phone and read the name aloud. "Kristy Bradley." I read it a few more times to myself until it registers. I feel my eyes go wide and my facial expression change.

"Remember now?" Niall asks, his eyes sparkling with happiness and his smile wide, showing his braces.

"Yeah..." I start. "But how? And why?"

"We remembered her name because of how often you repeated it on the ride back here," Louis says.

"So we decided to look her up on Twitter to see if she had one," Zayn continues.

"But why?" I repeat, since no one answered that part of my question.

"Because it's obvious you at least like her a bit," Niall answers.

"But..." I start, only to get cut off by Liam.

"But nothing, Harry. I do recall you practically telling her that she's perfect after her audition."

"You weren't even there," I say, crossing my arms in victory.

"Yes we were, remember? We were just hiding out in your dressing room and watching from there," Liam replies, matter-of-factly. I uncross my arms with a 'hmph', earning a chuckle from the other boys.