Only two can play (one direction fanfic)

Caring is sharing

Elijah waved me goodbye and I put the key through the hole. There was shuffling on the other side, followed by a loud bang and a quiet short howl.
This couldn't be happening.
I laughed a little before putting a hand over my mouth and composing myself.
It was funny but they didn't need to know so.

Straightening my back, I returned to my sassy demeanour and turned the key before opening the door.

Inside the boys were all in the living room sprawled across the couch and the floor playing video games.
None of them greeted me.
I tutted inwardly
So you think you can fool me huh?
I walked closer and stood in front of the tv in hopes that would get their attention.
"Katrinna!" They all yelled.
These guys were good actors.
If they ever wanted to take a different path in Hollywood, the theatre life would suit them.

"You guys were eavesdropping on Elijah and I's conversation weren't you"
That was more of a statement than question.
I folded my arms when their faces looked blank.
They weren't gonna get past me.
I stood there quietly looking at all their faces to see if I could find any signs of hidden guilt.
Harry tutted, he shook his head whilst his eyes were still glued to the tv. He was looking right through me.

"Do you really think you are that special that we would honestly take time out our busy day to hear about your love life darling"
They all seemed to agree with him.
I suddenly felt stupid and silly.

Maybe I was just hearing things.
Or I wanted them to have heard it.
For whatever reason I was obviously wrong.
I got out of their way and walked back out to go in my room.
Before I made it there I heard another quiet howl which was silenced by four shushes.
I stopped in my tracks.
So I was right.
Those little fakes.
Poor Louie.
I marched back in there and stood back in front of the to TV with my hands on my hips.
I squinted my eyes and laughed.
"Not interested huh?"
They all groaned and threw pillows at Louie who dramatically fell to the floor in a wounded manner.
"It wasn't my fault. My socks are slippery"
I shook my head.
I knew I couldn't have been wrong.
I had good hearing that never failed me.
"So anyway how did it go?"
Louie asked with a knowing smile.
I was about to tell them, then realised I was their manager not their best friend at a slumber party.
"I'm not saying a thing, stay out my business guys"
And with that I turned on my heel to leave.
"Maybe later over some hot chocolate and shortbread?" I heard Louie shout.

Rolling my eyes I opened my bedroom door and threw myself on my new bed.
This was going to be my home till my mum got better.
Never in a million years did I think I would be nineteen with a sick mother working for one of the biggest boy bands of our time.
How was I gonna cope?
I being an only child with only one aunt on my mother side who had one daughter could never imagine how to live with boys.
I never learnt how to deal with boisterous behaviours or clutter.
To be honest I didn't know what it felt like living with a lot of people.
It had always been my mum and I and that was easier.
Up until recently I only had to clean up after myself.
Now I practically had to look after five boys.
This was gonna take a lot of effort if I was gonna stick it through till the end of my one year contact.
But I had to.
There was a lot of things that would await me next year which wouldn't come to pass if I didn't make that money.
I sighed, turning on to my back.
My phone began to vibrate to indicate an incoming message.
Stacey's caller ID showed up.

I hope you are settled in sweety and the boys aren't giving you too much of a hard time.
Spend time getting to know them, it will be easier to gain their respect that way xxx

Stacy was literally God sent. She was always looking out for me.
I wouldn't know what I would do without her.
Her and my mother where childhood friends in South Africa and got jobs together to get to England.
They were each other's rock at such difficult times in their lives.
However till this day they never left each other.
I needed her now more than ever with mum ill.
I always found it weird that they were friends.
Mum was always the dark mysterious one and Stacy a beautiful blonde bomb shell who could always draw a crowd with her wit.
They were both hardworking and smart.
Stacy still was making a name for herself but I couldn't understand mum.
Why did she let herself get that way. What could have happened that made her change such a bright future she had.
She never spoke about it but I felt like it had to do with my absent father.
Mum didn't talk about him so I assumed he was a bad memory.
All she ever told me was he left when he knocked her up.
I never saw the brighter side of my mum but it must have been something bad if it left her like that.
I guess one day I could have a sit down with Stacy and dig up things from the past and see what happened.
But that was for another time.
Right now I had to figure out what I would feed 1D and what exercises I could find on the good old World Wide Web.
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