So Sick

Jealous. Uh oh

Chapter 3

Niall's POV

A couple days after the tour ended, me and the boys were already bored. In two days, we had done everything that we wanted to do in London again. We went sightseeing the first day we came back, and then the next day, we went to the movies, bowling alley, and mini golfing. There was nothing to do left. Sometimes, I wish we weren't famous so that we could go other places without having to book the entire place out just for us, and so that we would make friends knowing whether or not they were using us. Since the X-Factor, the only new friends I've made are other famous people who get followed around by paparazzi. And not the mention the fact that its nearly impossible to have relationships, I haven't had a girlfriend since X-Factor. My thoughts drifted back to the two girls who were at the signing, as they have been ever since they left the signing. Were they staying here in London? Why hadn't Christine called me yet? I had been almost sure that she would have called the next day or something. I wondered if Nicole was okay. Seeing her so sick, passed out on the floor made me feel protective over her, and it made me want to make sure that she was always okay. I could tell by looking at her, that she wasn't okay. I saw through her fake smiles and laughs. A picture of her kept invading my mind, driving me crazy. I should have asked Christine for her number. I hoped she called me soon.

My stomach rumbled loudly, alerting me that it was time to eat.

"HARRY MAKE ME FOOD!" I yelled. Harry was the best cook out of all of us, and I was craving french toast.

"WHAT KIND!" I heard him yell.

"FRENCH TOAST BUDDYYYYYY." I yelled in response, and I went downstairs to see him cracking the eggs. I ran up to him and hugged him. "THANK YOU HARRY I LOVE FOOD AND I LOVE YOU!"

"Whoa whoa whoaaaaa what is going on here?" Louis came into the kitchen, and when he saw my arms around Harry, he narrowed his eyes and said, "What. Is. Going. On. In. Here?"

"I'm stealing your man Loueeeehhhhhh, he is an amazing cook!"

"Oh no you don't!" Louis yelled and charged at me. I let go of Harry and sloppily kissed his cheek and ran out of the room screaming, "LOUIS IS GOING TO KILL MEH. LIAM HELP HELP HELPPPPPPPPPP."

Liam ran into the room, "What is going on here boys!?"

"Louis is chasing meeeee ahhhhhhh" I yelled, running around.

"HEY YOU GUYS SHUT UP I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" we heard Zayn's voice coming from upstairs. "OH AND NIALL BY THE WAY I CAN HEAR YOUR PHONE RINGING COME AND TURN IT OFF ITS ANNOYING THE HELL OUT OF ME."

"Well someone isn't a morning person," Louis remarked.

"Tell us something we don't know!" Harry shouted from the kitchen, and we all laughed.

"Hey Nialler, are you gonna go get your phone? Zayn said it was ringing."

"Oh, yeah." I ran up the stairs, into my room, and grabbed my phone off my bedstand and went downstairs. I checked who called me, and it was an unknown number. I locked the screen, and walked into the kitchen again, where Harry was finishing my french toast.

"I LOVE YOU HAZZA THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU."

I grabbed the plate of french toast and went into the living room where the rest of the boys(except Zayn) were, to eat my pancakes.

We all were chatting and joking around, except, surprisingly, Louis, who's attention was on his phone, a small smile on this face.

"So Lou, who are you texting?" I asked winking at him. All the boys started teasing him when he replied, "Remember that girl from the meet and greet? The one who's friend fainted?" I perked up. He had her number now! I could ask him for it, so I could call her and ask about Nicole. "AW LOUIS THAT IS SO SWEET. Can I have her number too?"