Intro
Cheryl's Point of View
This was ridiculous. I couldn't believe that Hillary was actually making us do this. She knew I hated her, and she knew that she hated me. So why was she making me share a house with my enemy for a month whilst my house was getting redecorated? She could have let me share with Nicola, Sarah or even Nadine, but no, she was making me share with Kimberley Walsh, the girl that had hated and despised me for four years. I didn't care though, I felt exactly the same way about her.
“Hillary, why are you doing this to us?” I asked. “You know we don't get along!” I glared at Kimberley who was sitting across the room from me. She didn't look happy about this either, but as usual she was kissing Hillary's a**e and was staying quiet about it.
“Because Cheryl, Girls Aloud has been together for five years and the two of you still hate each other. I know that the two of you act like you're friends in public, but it's starting to show that the two of you aren't. I want your problems sorted out once and for all, and I'm not taking no for an answer.”
“But this isn't fair!” I huffed. “Have you even asked her if I can stay with her?” I questioned, refusing to use her name.
“Cheryl, I think it is fair. It's your house that is getting redecorated and as Ashley is away training, you can't stay with him. You should be happy that I've found you a place to stay, and if you must know, yes I have asked Kimberley. That's why she is here.”
I rolled my eyes at Hillary and then turned to face Kimberley. “And you're fine with us staying with you?” I placed my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
“I'm not particularly happy with it, but Hillary couldn't find you anywhere else. So I'm going to have to deal with it.” she replied coldly, not even looking at me.
“So that's it settled.” Hillary smiled as she clasped her hands together. “You're staying with Kimberley for a month. In that time I want the two of you to sort out your differences. If you don't, I'll make sure that the two of you spend as much time together as possible. The two of you can leave now.”
I picked my bag up from the office floor and slung it over my shoulder. I was hoping this was some sick joke, and at any moment Hillary was going to turn around and say I was staying with Nicola, Nadine or Sarah instead. Kimberley stood up from her seat and headed for the office door her hand lingered on the handle as she waited for me to follow. Shooting one last glare at Hillary, I reluctantly followed her out of the office.
“I need to go home and get some of my stuff. I'll come over later.” I told Kimberley as we stood in the car park. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the paparazzi standing some distance away.
“I don't care. Just don't come at some ridiculous time. I lock the door at nine, if you're not there by then, you can sleep outside.” She had obviously seen the paparazzi as well as she was looking at me when she was speaking, something she never did unless she had to.
“Fine, I'll be there by then.” I smiled as I noticed that the paparazzi had started taking pictures. “I suppose we should hug or something because they're taking pictures...”
“Yeah, I suppose.” she replied as she gave me an awkward one armed hug before getting into her car and driving away.
I stood there as I watched her drive away. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I scrunched them into fists, causing me to swear under my breath. She didn't make me angry... she frustrated me. She hated me because she thought I was a stuck up *Female Dog* who only cared about myself. I hated her for an entirely different reason. Ever since the day we met, she made me feel something that I have never felt with anyone else. I thought that when I got a boyfriend, the feelings would disappear. So, I found Ashley. He's lovely, the dream guy for most girls, but even he can't get rid of the feelings I have for her. Even though I didn't want to, Kimberley Walsh made me love her without even knowing it. That's why I hated her.
Now, I'm going to live with her for a month. I don't want to live with her, not because I don't want to get to know her, but because of the feelings I have for her. I'm scared of the feelings, in case she finds out about them. If she knew, it could ruin our careers, but I don't care, I can't help it. I'm in love with Kimberley Walsh and there is nothing I can do about it.
