Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

June (2013)

"What the actual fuck!?" I exclaimed into my phone not caring if I hurt Cat's ear. I was beyond upset.

"I'm sorry. I know it's complete shit. I still love you." Cat apologized for the thousandth time.

I sat down on my bed still holding my phone in front of my face and staring at it as if it were the problem. My phone wasn't to blame and neither was Cat. Now, her job on the other hand, that was up for discussion. She worked at this super classy restaurant downtown and they hadn't let her off today. She had put in weeks ahead of time but apparently it was just too hectic for them to allow her the afternoon off. Today was the day I would finally see the boys again after being a part for a good three months. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal but it actually WAS a big deal today.

"I just cannot believe I have to do this alone. What the hell am I supposed to say? I don't even know what he's going to say!" I'm in full blown panic mode now. I am pacing my bedroom tossing things everywhere.

"Why don't you just ask Aiden to go with you? He would hang the moon if you asked." I heard Cat chuckle and I wanted to strangle my best friend for the first time since we'd met. I literally growled in frustration. Aiden had made his feelings known a few weeks ago. I adamantly declined to date him but still wanted to be friends. I did like him but a certain curly haired boy band member still seemed to be holding my heart captive.

"You KNOW why I can't do that. You're being such an ass." I flopped down on my bed and immediately fell off. I could hear Cat laughing on the other end of the line.

"You love me, bitch. Did you just fall off your bed?" she asked with a snort. I rolled my eyes.

"No." I lied. I picked myself up off the floor and sat on the edge of my bed. No more flinging myself down to just have myself fall off and bruise my ass along with my ego.

"I heard it. You're a terrible liar. Always have been. Speaking of, you should be aware of that since you are going to see Harry tonight." I heard her laughing again. If she wasn't my  best friend I think I would have hung up on her by now. She enjoyed this way too much.

"Whatever. I can't take Aiden and you know that. You're unable to go and I'm stuck going alone. This is just fucking terrific." I sighed heavily as I sat down in my desk chair. I stared at the photos pinned to the board above my desk. There were tons of selfie's decorating every inch. My favorites were overlapped on top. I smiled at them. Of course they would consist of pictures with Cat as well as the boys.

"Just go and see how things play out. You've never had a problem being alone with them before. Don't be so dramatic. I have to go but I love you. Be safe." I heard the other end of the line go dead as I stared at my phone once more. She was right and I hated it. I had never had an issue with going to see the boys or even being alone with any one of them.

When this all started I was just as fun and cheeky as they were. I went along with their pranks and even helped out. I flirted endlessly. I was always up for sneaking out. The security guards hated me, I'm sure. I was just as bad as they were when it came to everything. I never doubted anything could go wrong no matter what we did. There was once I even tagged along with Harry and Niall to play golf. Talk about boring, but they made it fun for me. I even went out with Louis and Eleanor. Granted, that was a bit awkward. I felt like the third wheel most of the time.

I stared at my phone as it lit up. It was a text from Aiden telling me that he hoped I had a great time. I wanted to text him and tell him to come with me, I really did. He had heard the rumors about Harry and flat out asked me. I hid nothing from him. That was the reason I turned him down and he knew it. I didn't tell him directly that it was Harry but he got the idea. I rested my head in my hands and begin to tackle the next thing on my list: what to wear. They were used go seeing me in every and anything.  When I was on tour I had taken many of their items of clothing hostage.