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

Chapter 5.

Kristy's POV

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That day I auditioned for The X Factor and met Emblem3 and became close friends with them was a complete and utter mistake. I just can't handle three teenage boys, an eight year old girl, and Man (who, sadly, is the worst out of all 5 of them). I swear I'm the only one around here who knows the definition of 'clean' and 'healthy food'. For the past 10 days, I have cleaned this hotel room at least twice a day and went food shopping every other day. I then find random Snickers wrappers or chip bags or some other remnants of junk food laying around, for which Caylin rats out on the older children. Thankfully she understands that all that junk food is not good or I would have to kill 4 teenagers that have the mental capacity of 5 year olds.

"Is this what being a mom is like?" I ask to myself whilst gathering up the trash in the living room. "Because if so, I'm getting my tubes tied immediately."

"Talking to ourselves again, are we?" Drew asks, plopping down on the couch, kicking his shoes and sweaty socks half way across the room. He then proceeds to place his nasty, stinky feet on the couch.

"It's only because the 5 of you are DRIVING ME INSANE." I half yell while picking up his feet and placing them on the floor. "Those things may touch the couch once they have been washed. I sit on that couch and don't want your nasty foot dirt all over my butt." Then, he decides to be a smartass and wipe his feet down my pant leg.

"You said you didn't want my foot dirt on your butt. However, you said nothing about your leg," he said with a wink before getting up to run.

"DREW CHADWICK YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" I threaten. Luckily we're the only ones here right now, or everyone would probably think we're crazy.

"What're you gonna do about it, little girl?" he teases back with another wink. He suddenly stops and turns toward me with a small smirk. Too bad I can't stop running and plow straight into his well-defined chest. A chuckle vibrates through his chest. Then, he says, "Apparently, nothing." My breathing becomes uncontrollable and heavy. My heart rate picks up speed. What is going on? Why do I have butterflies? Why do I feel like this?

I look up to see Drew's perfectly sculpted jawline. He looks down at me and I immediately turn a bright red and look away. He places his palm on my cheek and turns me back to look at him. He just looks so peaceful and vulnerable. He looks... beautiful. Before thinking, I lean in. He follows in suit, and soon enough our lips collide. His lips are so soft and perfect. I pull away after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, Drew. I'm so sorry," I say, tears beginning to pour.

"Kristy, Kristy, Kristy," he whispers softly, pulling me into his room to sit on the bed. He begins to rub my back and whisper soothing things into my ear. I simply curl up into a ball and rest my head on his shoulder. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I've developed feelings for you, which will ruin our friendship. Plus I kissed you and I know you only kissed back because you didn't want to hurt me," I explain. In reply, Drew just simply chuckles. "I seriously just poured my heart out and admitted my feelings for you and all you can fucking do is LAUGH?"

"Kristy," he says, turning me to where I'm facing him. "I'm laughing because I've basically been wanting to say the same exact thing to you since I first laid eyes on you. You're the most beautiful, courageous, hilarious, incredible girl I've met. I just didn't want to rush anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, either. It was just too precious to me to lose." Tears pour again, but this time, they're happy tears. Drew begins to wipe them off my cheek, but there are so many tears it's just too difficult for him. Instead, he kisses me again, which, despite the suddenness of it, helped. "You better now?" he asks with a small smile. I nod, then stand up and walk over to my room. "And where do you think you're going?" he asks, running up to me and grabbing my waist from behind.