Tomlinson was the best thing to happen to me (Watty's '13)

XFactor tour

"You'll be alright, Annie. Paul's hanging around when he's not with his family."

"I'll miss you, Lou," I mumble as I give him a hug. Harry was face to face with me, standing behind Lou. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"How 'bout Nialler boy?" he mouthed. I let go of Louis and walked to Niall. It was at this point that I didn't quite know how to approach things or what to do, even. So I grabbed his shoulders and pecked him on the cheek before going rather red in the face. I hugged Zayn and Liam before giving Harry a thumbs-up and a raised eyebrow asking if it was enough. He shook his head almost imperceptibly. I sighed inwardly. I didn't know exactly what I had to do to make Harry happy. This kid is impossible.

I retreated to my room. I'm alone now, and I curl up in a ball under the cover, not hungry, not knowing what to do. Admittedly, I am quite fond of Niall, and though I don't wish to hang around him all the time the flat is going to be so much quieter without him. Without doubt, I'll think about what he's- what they're doing.

I woke up with a start. And then my stomach grumbled. "Yes, Horace, I'll feed you." The reason behind naming my stomach has a long story to it. Well, it's not really that long, but… I need to get myself food and Horace is getting impatient. He's as stubborn a stomach as you'll ever find. I dig through the cupboard and I find a few packets of instant noodles. I grab one, I don't think that I'll be able to eat two whole packets given I have the soup broth to drink. And anyway, I don't feel I can consume that much food, despite what my stomach says. It's only because I haven't eaten anything since the boys left this morning and it's 3pm now. But yeah. Some days my appetite acts up and it's in direct conflict with what Horace tells me. Though that hasn't happened in a long time, a few years. The previous and first time it happened, I was sick with a stomach bug, puking as well. Does that mean I'm sick now? No, I feel quite alright as far as illnesses go. I boil up water in the kettle, getting out a bowl and opening the packet to tip out the contents and opening the flavour sachet, tipping in half the packet, plenty of flavour as it is. The water boils, and I carefully pour it over the noodles, steam rising into my face. Setting the kettle on the bench I step away, wringing my hands from the difficulty of holding the kettle steady. I look for chopsticks which I usually use to eat noodles but not much other food. Which there aren't any of in this house. Which makes things a little annoying. I grab a fork and eat with that instead. Not preferable, but there's no other decent option.

I turn on the television. Nothing in particular is on, but there's news. And it's the regular stuff, in addition to the news that the XFactor tour has kicked off for a tour lasting almost two months covering UK and Ireland in 47 dates. The boys would be back in London by St Patrick's and we'll all be drinking beer. Because Harry's legal now and he'll happily get himself drunk. I might know a few words of Irish (badly pronounced, mind you) but I can't spell it to save my life and I don't plan on letting anyone know about it. Maybe later I'll learn it properly from Niall if he speaks any Irish. Maybe. But don't expect me to teach him or anyone else any, teaching them to read and write is the problem. Speaking isn't altogether too hard. There are many dialects though the most popular is probably Mandarin while Cantonese is a southern dialect and mostly found around Hong Kong and the Guangdong area. And that's what I speak natively.

I feel… tired. Like I can't be bothered to do anything. It's quite annoying, this feeling that I can't shake off. And, I can't decide if I feel sick or not. A lack of appetite, a headache now and then. I checked my temperature a few times, it was normal.  I can't drive, my parents had told me that if I wanted to learn I could get my own job and pay for it myself. Which there was no way I could achieve, what with them demanding that I work at the restaurant, not that it was paid work. And I was not bothered to walk around looking for one. I don't think I'm sick though my system's telling me otherwise. I dunno.