The banquet hall was filled with well over 300 people. My attention was diverted to one boy in particular; he has dark brown hair, styled into a quiff. Zayn. I scream and jump into his arms. “Well, hello to you too, cuddle monkey”, he says smiling. (That has been his nickname for me since we first met.) “I missed you”, I say still clinging to him, still in his arms. “I’ve missed you too, you look stunning”, he says smiling. “Thanks”, I saying hugging him again. “Are you going to give this greeting to all of your guests?”, he asks chuckling. “If I love them, like I love you guys”, I say, finally climbing off of him. “Are the rest of the boys here?”, I ask smiling. “I don't know...maybe...”,he says smirking. Right as Zayn says that I feel two more sets of arms wrap around my waist. “Hello, love”, they both say at the same time. “LIAM!!, LOUIS!!”, I screech, turning around to hug both of them. “oh, hello, someone is excited to see us”, Louis says smiling. “I can’t believe you guys made it, I though you guys had a concert today”, I say shaking my head in awe. “We did, but did you really think we were going to miss your birthday?!”, Liam says staring at me laughing at this statement. “I thought what we had was love…”, Louis says holding his heart pretending he is heartbroken. “WE DO!!!!”, I say playing along. “Hey”, Harry says wrapping his arms around my waist. “Hey Hazza”, we all say. “I want to introduce you to some of the guests”, Harry says smiling his signature cheeky smile. “Alright”, I say taking his hand and letting him guide me through the crowd. “HOLY SHIT!!!! IS THAT CHER LLOYD?!”, I squeal like a little kid on Christmas. “Yes”, Harry says amusement filling his voice. Cher walks over being her bubbly funny self. “Hey you must be Kayla, happy birthday; Harry told me a lot about you”, she says pulling me into a hug. “Thank you, thank you so much for coming”, I say hugging her back. “You look stunning”, she says smiling. “You do too”, I say returning the smile. She is sporting a black half tank top that zips up the front, a red wine colored chiffon skirt that is short in the front and long in the back, with black spikey heels, and a black British flag clutch. “We need to hang out, do you want to go shopping with me on Thursday?”, she asks smiling. (Today is Monday.) “Of course, I would love to”, I say laughing as she hands me her number and I add it to my phone. “Can I borrow that shirt on Wednesday?”, I ask feeling a little awkward asking Cher fucking Lloyd is I could borrow her clothes. “Of course, you can have it, I hope you don’t mind, but these are your shoes”, she says giggling. “I saw them online and Harry said you had a pair and we were the same shoe size so he said I could borrow them”, she says explaining before I could ask how she knew I had them. I laugh, “that’s my wallet too isn’t it?” “Yep”, she says laughing before hugging me as I get pulled away to meet more guests. “I’ll text you later”, I say before I turn into Harry. “Kayla, this is my friend, Nick”, Harry says introducing us. “Nick Grimshaw, right?”, I ask shaking his hand. “Yes, nice to meet you Kayla, happy birthday", he says smiling before I hear someone yell my name making me turn away. I turn to see Emily waving at me. I walk over, still attached to Harry. "Hey Em", I say hugging her. "OH MY GOD, ALL THE CELEBRITIES, NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THIS!!!!!", she squeals. "Oh, they will", I say, dragging her over to Cher, Ed Sheeran, and the rest of the boys. "Will you guys all take a picture with Em?", I ask, directing puppy-dog eyes at the boys. "SURE!!!", they say a little to enthusiastic, probably from all the drinking. They take it, and I see Harry tense. "What’s wrong?", I ask walking over kissing his neck. He doesn’t respond. I follow his gaze past the paparazzi snapping pictures and see it. My dad.
*Author's Note-And the plot thickens....I am going to try to update again tommorow. I will try, i can't make any promises though. I have work and a rough draft of a book report due in Language Arts on Friday and I haven't started the book...i have had three weeks... The project is a multicultural project. My project is on India. Wish me luck....Love you all!!!!*
