Something Great (A Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

It is the day before the grand meeting. Cici went out to buy a new outfit and dragged me along. "If I want them to want me, I mean us,"-she corrected herself-"for the European tour, we" she emphasized, "have to look good." She kept insisting I buy a blazer to wear but I kept rejecting. I was so glad once we were officially in her car, on our way back to the apartment. 

"How are things coming along with Alex?" I ask Cici, who is waiting by the microwave to finish heating her left over spaghetti. A bowl of oatmeal sits in front of me and I'm taking my time eating it as I scroll through my twitter feed.

"Alex? who's that? in case you didn't notice, I'm going to be hanging out with 5 extremely yummy looking guys. I don't need Alex." I roll my eyes and continue on with my Oatmeal. She has been going on and on about how hot One Direction are.

"My favorites the blonde. what's his name?" Her finger taps her chin as she thinks. "Niall." I answer her question and her finger stops mid way.

"Wow, how did you know his name?" She asks as the microwave beeps times up.

"Cici, we're about to meet them tomorrow and you still haven't gotten their names down? Imagine if you had called him by a different name?" She walks to the opposite end of the table and sits. "Goodbye tour," I say putting in a spoonful of oatmeal into my mouth.

"Crap, you're right." She has a mortified look on her face and it is so hard stifling a chuckle. "Well at least I know the blondes name." And I finish my meal in silence, as she finishes hers as she talks to Amelia on the phone. 

As I pull out of sleep, I hear music playing. My clock reads 7:15 am and I slowly get out of bed.

Once I reach the kitchen, I find Cici making pancakes blasting Beyonce's "Single Ladies" as she sways her hips side to side.

"Morning," I say reaching for a glass to pour myself milk.

"Morning," she singsongs, flipping a pancake. After pouring myself some milk, I walk back to my room and grab my phone.

Once back in the kitchen, I take a picture of Cici in action. "I charge for pictures." She smiles and places the finished pancake on a plate.

I go on Twitter and post it: @MyNameisCassie: It's gonna rain! @CiCiOfficial is making breakfast!"

"Here." Cici hands me a plate with 2 pancakes on them. Things like these about Cici surprises me. I always wonder why Cici doesn't show how well she is at doing domestic duties. Maybe it is because she grew up having everything done for her.

"So I'm assuming you're making pancakes because today is the day we make this whole tour official," I say as she walks to join me at the kitchen table.

She places her hand over her heart and says, "I'm appalled. I actually wanted to make you breakfast." I chuckle as she throws me a small piece of her pancake.

The pancakes are to die for and Cici seems very pleased when I tell her how good they taste. We get done eating about an hour later and the meeting isn't until noon, so we have some time to kill.

As I am sitting on my bed, writing in my diary, Cici walks in. "Are you familiar with their music?"

"Whose music?" 

Cici crosses her arms and says, "Really? One Direction, of course."

"What? for all I know, you could've been talking about the Beatles."

"Yeah, yeah. But are you?"

Tilting my head side to side, I say, "Eh, yeah, kinda. Why?"

"Cause what if they quiz us or something?" I let out a loud laugh and lie back on my bed. By Cici's expression, she isn't happy with my reaction.