...But You Don't Notice at All. (One Direction)

Whoops!

Blair handed me a bowl of ice cream and placed the other one on her lap. She got home from the bar about a half hour ago, and we're watching a movie in our hotel room. Landon is snoring on the other couch. Just as I shoved the first spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, I heard a knock at our hotel room door. I crawled up off the couch and went to open it. As soon as I did, I came face to face with Harry, along with some girl I didn't recognize.

"You put clothes back on," he stated.

"See Blair," I said, "drunk Harry thinks I looked like a prostitute,"

"Just let it go, Kitty," she laughed.

"I'm not drunk," said Harry rolling his eyes as he walked in.

"So why are you here?" I asked.

"This is Marika," he said referring to the girl, "Marika, this is Kat and Blair." He turned back to me, "We met at the bar, and she needs to use the Loo,". The name suited her, I assume she is from here, but she is of some sort of Latin desent. She was wearing even less clothing that I had been earlier that night, and was decked Ious in an amount of "bling" probably equivalent to her body weight. She was model thin and looked like she hadn't eaten all day. Her hair was a natural brown, but she had so much makeup on, I dobt I would recognize her without it.

"It's right over there," I said pointing her towards the bathroom. She nodded in return and walked in.

"From now on, keep the prostitutes in your hotel room," I said walking back to the couch.

"I can't imagine what you mean," he said.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. "She's probably in there taking birth control, have fun getting laid, better be your money's worth,"

I heard the door to the bathroom open. "Real classy, Kat," said Harry. Marika walked back over beside him. "How about you come meet the boys," he said to her.

"Sure," she replied, "It was nice meeting you, um, Pat," she smiled a fake bimbo smile as Harry led her to the other room.

The door closed, and Blair started laughing, "Kat, you're so jealous, it hurts,"

"I'm not jealous," I hissed, I just don't think that whore and Harry will ever make it anywhere in life as a couple,"

"Or maybe you wish YOU were that whore," she laughed raising her eyebrows.

I sighed, "Whatever, I have a headache, I'm going to bed," I finished the bottle of beer that I had been drinking, and threw it in the trash can.

"Okay, I'll brink you Advil when you wake up hungover," she said, "and I'll send Landon to your room if he wakes up,"

"Why?"

"You brought him here, he's your responceibility," she laughed.

"G'night, Blair," I sighed.

"Night, Kat," she replied.

I went into my room and pulled the soft hotel sheets over my head and let my mind wonder while sleep overcame me.

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I was awoken drowsily as I heard someone open the door. I rolled over, still almost half asleep. The room is so dark, but I saw a male figure walk in. Blair must have told Landon to come in, he climbed into the bed beside me.

"Hey," I murrmured drowsily. In reply, he leaded in pressing his soft lips to mine. He pulled me close to him and I reached my hands up, running my fingers through his curly hair.