A Christmas Wish

Chapter 40

"I can't do this anymore Karla. I can't do it," I exclaimed, slamming my fists down on the table, shocking her. "Cat its fine! Calm down," Karla said, grasping my lower arm. I violently shook my head as I glanced back up at the TV. "I can't do this anymore!" I screamed again as the lady at the desk stared at me, and I ran outside in the cold.

It was raining and I glanced up at the hotel's drive thru overhang thingy. There were icicles hanging from the edges. I thought in my head, why won't it just snow? Why does it always have to rain...

I heard the automatic glass doors open behind me. I brushed my hair back as I felt the warm tears erupting from my eyes. I heard footsteps crack on the frozen ground coming up to me. I sniffed and felt a hot hand touch my shoulder. I glanced around to see Karla. "Cat. Don't be stressed out. Everything will be okay. Promise," I felt the anger mixed with stress and anxiety rise up in me and I stood up and screamed. "YOU CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING KARLA," and I squeezed my fists and sighed. "I'm sorry Karla, I'm so sorry," I said as the stressed out faucet turned on, causing my tears to flow. Karla embraced me in a hug. "Don't worry, everything is gonna be alright. I'll try to make sure of it," she said as she brushed the back of my hair. I buried my face in her shoulder and I sat there crying for a good three minutes.

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Karla and I were sitting in the hotel room when the phone suddenly gave a shrill ring. And it repeated. And it repeated again. "I'll get it," Karla said as she leaned over to the end table and picked it off the base. "Hello, uh, okay. Yeah. She can, okay she'll be there in a second," Karla then hung up the phone. She looked directly at me and smiled. "The lady at the desk said a boy was here to see you! Go! It's probably Harry," Karla said as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I sighed and smiled at myself in the mirror, and then I changed my vision to see Val in the reflection of the mirror as well. Val smiled at me, making me smile bigger and I giggled. "GO CAT!" I heard Karla yell from the bathroom. "OKAY I'M GO-ING," I yelled back with a laugh and I opened the door to step out, but then I realized that I looked horrible, so I ran to the mirror and put some mascara, and base on, and then I dashed out the door.

I walked quickly to the front desk and the lady smiled at me, and nodded to a boy who was sitting on the couch near the breakfast area. The boy there was smiling at me, and he got up as soon as I stepped onto the carpet. His brown hair was very shiny today, and his eyes had an almost sparkle to them. But it wasn't Harry who came and found me, it was Louis.

"Hey," he said as I stopped dead in my tracks. He came up to me and smiled. "You look nice today," he said as he gazed over my body and back up to my face. "Um.. Thanks?" I said, still confused why he was here. "What. You don't like a simple complement? I bet you would have blushed and probably given me a kiss if I was Harry," he said, now looking almost upset at me. "Louis, what the heck?" I said as I looked over at the front desk to see if the lady was still sitting there, but she was gone. "Listen, Cat. I really, I don't know, I just don't think you and Harry are... good for each other," he said as his hand brushed against mine. I pulled my hand back and put it behind my back. He came closer and I felt his warm breath on my skin. "Louis, go away," I said as I back up some more. "Why. I thought maybe, me and you," he stopped as he caressed my jawline. "LOUIS!" I warned. I backed up again, but I hit the wall, and I felt his face come close and his lips crashed into mine and my eyes popped wide open. I slapped him in the face as hard as I could and he fell backward and almost fell on the ground. He looked at me, completely and utterly shocked that I would ever do that. "Oh, you want to play that game? Well you best be glad you are a girl, you would be dead for that," he said before leaving out of the automatic doors, leaving me in the doorway. What the hell is wrong with him. I have to tell Harry... But I DON'T want to be in this position anymore. I don't understand why ANYONE would want to date a celebrity. It causes more stress than I would ever want to deal with in all my effing life.