The Promise Ring (don't read, it sucks a lot okay)

~-Chapter Eight-~

                                                 -Candace Miller's Point of View-

    Sunlight was shining on my face, making the back of my eyelids look red. My cheeks were warm. Something was under my head, not soft like a pillow but comfortable.

  I sat up with a groan, strecthing. Oh. It was Niall's chest. A blanket was wrapped around us.

  Louis was upside down, his feet in the air and dangerously close to Niall's face. I gently moved it away and looked at the others. Oh God, Harry was naked.

  "Hazza..." I sighed affectionately, draping a nearby blanket over him. Liam was the only one who slept normally. But he, along with Lou and Niall, talked in his sleep.

   Louis just muttered random things while Nialler talked about his day. Li mumbled about his interests, like reading. Nerd.

  Evenn when Zayn was asleep- even on a freaking plane!- his hair was PERFECT. I hated him for it. No, I could never hate any of these guys.

  "Miss?" A timid voice asked me. I turned. It was a red-haired flight attendant.

 "Yeah?"

  "We're about to land, and it's a little rough landing whilst sleeping," She smiled shyly.

  "Oh, okay, thanks." I said as she turned to leave. "Nialler..." I whispered, nudging him softly. He just flipped over.

  I sighed and tried to wake Louis. No luck. Liam, of course not. Not Harry, nope. Why even try Zayn?

 "Oh boys... GET YOUR ASSES UP!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Everyone jumped awake. Except for Niall.

"Niall," I murmured, bending over to touch my lips to his. I felt him smile and went to lean away when he caught my waist and pulled me closer. "Plane is landing," I said, untangling myself from him.

 He grumbled, but was awake.

The same attendant came into the room to announce our arrival. Her eyes flicked back to Lou every other second and I felt jealousy rise inside of me.

  We all stood to retrieve our bags. I lifted up the little cover thing and was about to pull out my suitcase when someone beat me to it. I turned and was face-to-face with Niall. My cheeks were blushing like mad as I smiled at him. He returned it and sat down my bag, moving to get his.

  "You two are a lovely couple," The attendant smiled.

 "Oh we aren't dating." I said awkardly.

 "Excuse me for intruding but... you should. I've never seen so much love."

    "Thanks..."

  "And you all are so close to each other... it's mind-blowing."

  I nodded and smiled slightly. Niall and Louis stood behind the girl, eavesdropping. The others not far behind.

  "But believe me when I say that it would be a mistake to lose them when they care for you so much. And remember what I said, you and Niall should date."

  "How do you know his name?" Woah, did I really just ask that? He was an international superstar.

 "Who doesn't know his name? And who doesn't know you, Candace?" She winked and walked away.

 "Look, you have fans!" Louis hugged me. Niall demanded I let him carry my things. After about a five minute argument, he won.

  "Circles, we're going in circles! Dizzy's all it makes us!" Harry decided to start singing as we left the plane and sat in a limo. Paparazzi swarmed us, snapping pictures and shouting questions.

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  I had heard them sing the same song, over and over, for the millionth time, on the long drive to the hotel we were staying. Los Angeles was really beautiful, I loved it here.

  "You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful!" They shouted one last time.

 "Believe us this time, Candace?" Niall asked.

  "No. But if you sing that song ONE MORE TIME, I won't come to your concert." They shut up. But not for long.

 The hotel was massive, and shiny. Our room was huge and resembled our home in many ways. It wasn't everyday you stayed at a hotel where you had a pool in your room. Or a refrigerator bigger than a school bus.

  I was going to miss LA when we left.