Night and Day // 1D & Claire_201 **SLOOOWW UPDATES**

Ch. 3

A/N:

Okay! Hope you enjoy the chappie, here's the teasers from the previous chapter:

"Get out of my face and go eat a cupcake or something."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH OUR SPOONS?"

"Who?"

"I don't really feel like talking right now, thanks."

"DID I JUST SEE WHAT I THOUGHT I SAW?"

K. Enjoy guys.

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Claire's POV

Stumbling back from the impact, I looked up into a pair of icy blue eyes. "Ummmm...." I mumbled.

He seemed frozen for a second in shock. "Errr..."

I recognized him. He wasn't just some random stalker. He was Louis Tomlinson.... and he was in my apartment...

"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING LOUIS THE TOMMO TOMLINSON! HOLY SHIT HE IS IN MY APARTMENT!" And with that I kicked him in the shins and started screaming, running in circles. Hah, note the Directioner pun.

I think he was a little surprised. No duh. More than surprised.

"Well-" He stopped and groaned, smacking his hand on the counter and wincing. "You see... I thought...." Well no way buster was he playing this 'I thought' game with me. Favorite popstar or not, he was in for it.

"Haw no, dude. Ya DO NOT PLAY THAT GAME WITH ME YA SEXY THANG!" I said in a Western accent, blowing my brown hair out of my face.

He seemed to find that comment amusing. "And I thought I could actually escape from the fans here...."

I raised my eyebrow. "Escape? Why didn't ya mention it earlier, friend, buddio?" I winked, and dragged him to the pantry.

"Ummm...." I didn't give him a chance to think I just dragged him and locked the door behind us.

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Caitlin's POV

As I chased the curly-haired boy on my skateboard, I started humming to one of my favorite songs in my head. I watched as he turned down an alley way and I cautiously followed, wondering what he thought he was doing. Rolling up the edge of the board, I hopped off and held it like a weapon in front of me. These stalker peoples must be like in a secret gang, and they meet here... what if they are planning to rob us? Again? Thoughts rushed through my head as I tried to concentrate on the four voices I could hear carrying around the corner.

"Thank god Harry, I thought you got run over or something!" I heard someone say.

'Harry' replied, "Thanks, but I'm fine Liam, you shouldn't worry so much."

Another, slightly Irish accented voice cut in. "But what about Louis? We have to wait for him. I think some fans were chasing him."

I peeked around the corner to see four guys in black leather jackets. The one nearest me had dark, black hair and rested his back tensely against the brick wall. The gum popped in my mouth as I critically studied them, and I tried to back away as all four bristled at the noise.

Man, I was in trouble.

Losing my balance I stumbled out so that they could clearly see me. Everyone stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, before the curly haired one grabbed my arm. Hissing, I beat him away with my skateboard and started to run. No way was anyone going to touch me!