the girls of the boys

Opal

"Becca?" Zayn's head popped in the doorway of his flat. He saw Becca sitting on the couch with her knees pulled into her chest. She glanced up when she saw Zayn and held an expectant gaze on him. He rounded the door and shoved his hands into his pocket, he hung his head an crossed the living room. He sat beside her and shrugged out of his coat, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but promptly closed it and ran a hand through his hair, stopping to scratch his head.

"Zayn . . ." She said quietly focusing her eyes on the shiny wood floors.

"Look becca . . . I-"

"Zayn. Stop, now I need some air." She said standing up. She saw Zayn hang his head even further a sigh loudly. Becca wasn't quite sure where she was going or to see who, but the apartment had seemed to shrink and she needed to get out.

Meanwhile at Harry's:

Kirsten and Harry had had an eventful morning filled with sampling everything in the entire kitchen off each other's fingers. Harry had helped Kirsten forget all about her bad dream as they danced and gallivanted around the kitchen to the sounds of Pandora.

The clock shone eleven and Harry almost choked on the strawberry Kirsten was feeding him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes darting up to the clock where Harry's were glued. Harry sputtered a bit while he tried to swallow but was overcome with laughter and frustration with himself.

"Sarah and Louis are gonna be here in fifteen, totally lost track of time. I always do when I'm with you it seems," he smiled helping her off the counter and into his arms. "You know you're just the right height."

"For what?" she snorted looking up at him.

"This." He smiled bending his neck slightly to make contact with her lips. "Mmm" he murmured into her lips smiling as he pulled back. "I would have to fold in half to kiss other girls, but you, are just right." He smiled at her flicking her nose and disappearing into the bedroom.

Louis held my hand as I marvelled at the city and pointed at things like a five-year old. He guided me with his hand leading me in the right direction so I didn't get lost. I was so enamored with the city and everything in it.

"Louis," I whined as I arched my back inwards to stop him from walking. He turned to me and gave me a sideways grin.

"What?" he said, rolling his eyes but I could still see him smiling.

"Can we stop over there, I wanna buy stuff." I said smiling innocently and throwing my head in the direction of the little store. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and rolled his eyes letting out a huff.

"Yeah, we can, quickly." He said semi-sternly. Whenever he was with me he seemed to be the more mature one but I didn't care, I confidently strode over to the stand.

"Becca?" I heard myself asking the thin girl in the navy sweatshirt.

"Sarah? What are you doing here?" She asked turning around and giving me and Louis a quick hug.

"I made Louis stop here, we're going to Kirsten and Harry's, why are you here?" I asked her craning my neck to find Zayn.

"And . . . is Zayn here?" Louis asked mimicking my searching.

"Uh no, he's at home," she said avoiding eye contact but sliding next to me. "I need to talk to you and Kirsten, like now. . ." I nodded and side glanced Louis who was analyzing a bright red scarf.

"Hey Lou, let's get going, and we're bringing Becca with" I said in my don't-question-me tone. I linked arms with Becca and found Louis hand and we walked down the street towards Harry and Kirsten's.

I could see their little apartment from where I stood with Louis and Becca. As we neared the house we saw a lump of something sitting on the curb outside Kirsten and Harry's flat. I nudged Louis with my elbow and asked him if he knew what that was. Louis shrugged and squinted but couldn't make out what it was, however as we got closer, we saw that it was a person in a black hoodie. I stepped forward, seperating me from Becca and Louis because I wanted to ask this person why they were on the stoop of my bestfriend's house. I felt Louis grab my elbow and I turned to him.

"What?" I asked glancing at my elbow that was in his gentle but firm grip.

"Don't talk to them, what if they're dangerous or something, or have a knife?" He asked apprehensively as he craned his neck to look at the person while still holding me. "I don't want you to get hurt or anything . . ." He said looking at me for a long moment.

"Lou, you'll be right here and it's just a person," I said cocking my head to the right, blocking his view of the person. "Come with if you want!" I said as I tuned on my heel and bounded over to them. Louis sighed and hung his head, but reluctantly followed. Becca supportively patted his shoulder and followed Louis.

"HI!" I smiled waving at the girl, I know realized "it" was.

"Hi," I heard a barely audible reply.

"Who are you?" I asked trying to see her face.

"Opal. Opal Grace Henninger." She said nodding her head once as if confirming the information. I saw out of my preferred that Becca had been making weird faces at Louis silently questioning what was happening and Louis had just been shrugging in response.

"Well, Opal, why are you outside of this house, do you know who lives here?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, Kirsten and Harry Styles live here." she said to her hands. "I'm a fan of them both."

"Oh, well why are you out here?" I scrunched up my face questioningly and I felt Louis hand on my knee. I side glanced him and gave a little smile before returning my attention to Opal.

"I just, I wanted to meet them, and I know they live here because I searched it, I can't get in." She said with a deep sadness in her voice.

"I bet we could help you meet them," I said smiling. I felt Louis jab me in the side and I swatted behind me hitting his arm in response.

"Really?" She asked, "I have a paper and pencil right here!"

"Yeah, come with us," I smiled standing up and seeing the girl was about 17, a lot of black makeup but bleach blonde hair and a scarily thin frame. I lead the pack up to the door and felt Louis tight grip on my hand the whole time. I squeazed it a few times to try and have him release a bit but it stayed in his death grip. Becca followed closely behind as I knocked on the door and saw Kirsten's face. Her expression went from excited to confused, who was this extra chick?

"Kirsten!" I smiled and gave her a hug managing to get Louis to release long enough for me to hug her. "This is Opal, she's a big fan of you and Harry's and she wanted an autograph from you!" I smiled and gently pushed Opal forward. Opal held out her pen and paper before smiling an unnaturally large smile and bouncing a bit on her toes.

"Harry!" Kirsten called while she signed the pad of paper. I saw Harry saunter out of his room with droplets till falling from his recently showered hair.

"Woah, who's this?" He asked eyeing Opal.

"She just wants an autograph," Kirsten smiled and offered her paper and pencil. Harry scribbled his autograph before ushering the rest of us inside.

"Thanks," Opal smiled jumping a bit before turning around and bounding down the steps and into the street.