Kara P.O.V
The flashes went off in my face and I blinked startled. Why were there people taking pictures outside of my house? Were they just trying to get on my nerves? I felt my face turning red, and then a hand on my arm. I looked up sharply, and saw Niall guiding me towards the street and a waiting car.
"Come on," he said and we jogged towards the car. We hopped in and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I 'm sorry you had to deal with that,"
"Don't worry, I've been dealing with it for a while now. Ever since I preformed for you lads I haven't been able to go to the market without getting recognized," I said, giving him a smile.
"Oh, right, I forgot about that," his cheeks reddened a bit and I found it adorable. I, in turn, was starring at him for to long, making me blush.
We rode along in silence, and the car stopped all to soon. We climbed out to have the paparazzi bothering us again outside their flat. Niall grabbed my bags and we rushed inside the building, and finally was safe from their prying eyes.
"Finally, peace," I said quietly and just sat next to the door. Niall sat down next to me and gave me a smile, our thighs rubbing as he sank down next to me. I closed my eyes and took slow deep breaths. I heard footsteps, thumping through the flat, and then footsteps stop.
"Kara?" A deep voice said. I opened my eyes to see Liam starring at me.
"Yes Liam?" I asked in a tired voice.
"Why are you in my flat?" he asked in a surprised voice.
I pointed at the boy sitting next to me, and Liam looked over to Niall. "Niall, why is Kara in my flat?"
I tuned out and only heard the rumbling of their voices. I was so tired, and before I knew what happened, I was drifting off to sleep.
"Kara? Kara, you've got to get up love if you want breakfast," a voice woke me up. I blinked to get my eyes adjusted to the light, to find myself on a sofa, with Liam towering over me.
"Why do I have to eat now? Can't I just eat later?" I whined in my scratchy voice.
"Sorry love, but you've got to get up," he teased and pulled me up and over to the kitchen. I yawned and stretched, hearing my back crack and feeling tension release. There was a bowl of cereal waiting for me and I wolfed it down, before finally remembering where I was.
I was at Liam Payne's flat. Liam Payne of One Direction, a.k.a, the boy band that made me moderately famous. I sighed and paused in my food thinking about the events of the past month. I preformed for One Direction, had a break down about Thomas, got invited to tour with One Direction. refused, got my life back together, only to be stalked by the general public. Ah, my life is brilliant. I smiled at my sarcasm and resumed my breakfast. I wandered around the flat in my jim jams, peeking in rooms, looking for the loo.
The one door at the end of the hallway had to be the loo right? No. Instead I opened up to a bedroom, and not just anyone's room, but Niall's bedroom. And he was laying in his bed, his hair a mess, without a shirt.
Kara's P.O.V.
He was laying on top of his sheets; they were swirled around him in a mess and his hand was up by his head. His face was completely relaxed, and his breathing was slow and steady. His hair was in a cute mess that just made the scene all the more attractive. And oh his body. He was relaxed but you could still see the muscle lines in his abdomen. His chest was flat and smoothed into his shoulders. I sorta just wanted to melt.
