Three words

Chapter seven

Chrissy's POV

I scraped my fork along the plate and tried to ignore the groans coming from my stomach. I couldn't eat, not when all these thoughts were bombing my head.

"Hey-- Chrissy? Why's your luggage by the door?" Niall asked softly, walking into the large kitchen and seating himself next to me. I sighed and looked up at him.

"I'm going to visit Nash and Cameron for their Magcon tour in London. I'm having a hard time and I kind of need to get away from it all." I said, looking back down at my untouched macaroni and cheese.

"Okay, how long?" Niall said, putting some papers on the counter that he'd been holding. I sighed again and pushed my plate away.

"I don't know." I admitted, looking down and studying the granite counter-top. Niall let out a big breath and scooted the bar-stool closer to mine, wrapping an arm around me.

"Be safe, I'll call you everyday and maybe even come to visit y'all." He stated, smiling at me. It caused me to crack a smile, a small one though.

I nodded at him and stood up, grabbing my keys,charger, and phone off of the counter.

"I'd like that. Bring your crew too." I told him, thinking about that Zayn boy. He was cute, very cute. Wait, I can't be thinking like that. Chrissy Horan hasn't liked a boy in years.

"Got it. Good luck, Chris , and stay safe." Niall grinned, shooing me off and trotting upstairs. I stuck my phone into my pocket and grabbed the handle of my suitcase, opening the front door and closing it behind me. I felt the cool air surround me, blowing through my cream sweater and chilling me to the bone. I put my suitcase in the back of my white convertible and got in the front seat, starting the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

I had the top off, and had my music up loud, probably causing some racket in the quaint town of West Yorkshire. I drove for a while until night had fallen, and entered London. I'd called Nash and he'd told me what hotel they'd been staying in and soon enough, I was parked right in front of Calli England Hotel.

I went inside the lobby and saw a girl standing at the front desk. Once she heard my footsteps, she looked up and smiled.

"Hello, I'm Brianna Myers. Can I help you?" She asked, her perfect teeth gleaming from the light that was radiating off the chandelier. I smiled back and stepped up to the desk.

"Yes, I'm Chrissy Horan, I need to know which room Nash Grier is in?" I told her. Her eyes lit up and she immediately typed in some things into the computer. 

"You're THE Chrissy Horan?! The one on vine? Oh em gee I love you and Nash Grier!" She fangirled, causing me to chuckle and place both hands on the desk. I nodded and she fangirled even more.

"I'd love to be friends with you, I mean if you're okay with that." She babbled, still typing. I laughed and nodded again, smiling at her happy face.

"I'd love to, Y'know what, let's take a selfie to prove our new friendship." I suggested, earning an eager nod from Brianna. I took out my phone and went on instagram, turning the phone on us and making funny faces. 

"That's a keeper." I stated, looking back at a now crying Brianna.

"Hey, hey , is it something I said?" I asked frantically, leaning over the counter and wiping her tears. She shook her head no and grinned at me.

"It's just I love you guys so much and I have a horrible life and you being my friend is like a dream come true." She said, letting more tears fall. I smiled at her and brought her into and hug, asking about the room number again and comforting her.