A New Turn

Chapter 7

-----ONE WEEK LATER-----

CAITLIN POV

One more night in my bed. God, I was going to miss it. And I honestly had no idea how I would say goodbye to my family. My brothers insisted that they weren't going to miss me but I would sometimes hear sobs as they walked away.

But suddenly, another thought filled my mind.

Louis.

Louis William Tomlinson.

What was going to happen between us? Also, he looked really embarrassed after he called me, in his words, 'really cute actually'. I was concerned.

How was he going to act around me?

I really did hope that something would happen between us. But I didn't want to start it. I guess I'm traditional like that.

I got lost in my thoughts and I fell asleep before I knew it.

I woke up the next morning filled with excitement and yet, a whole lot of nerves. We had to leave by 10 and it was already 8. I had a fair bit to do. Get dressed, do my hair, have breakfast, and put the last few things in my suitcase, which included a couple of thank you presents for Harry and Louis, for taking me in.

The car ride to the airport was just full of mum and dad stressing. A lot of "have you packed this?" and "did you forget that?", to be honest I just wanted to board the plane now. The boys kept really quiet in the car. I think they were still ashamed to admit that they were going to miss me.

I checked in, mum gave me the last few checks and we headed towards the door.

"So you have your passport? And iPod? And laptop? And phone? And Harry's number?"

"Oh my goodness mum! Would you stop stressing?!"

"Ok I'll stop."

Not another word was spoken apart from 'goodbye' as I hugged my mum, dad and brothers. I lifted the handle on my suitcase and started to walk towards the door.

I looked back just before I entered to see everyone shedding a tear, apart from my dad, but I imagined he wanted to. He was such a big softy.

Everything after that point was a blur. The security check, the boarding of the plane, the take off. I didn't take much note of anything going on around me.

On the plane, I did my best to sit back and not think about anything. Especially the man hopefully waiting for me on the other side of the world. I slept for about half of the trip and watched random movies for the rest. I didn't really want to concentrate on anything.

As I walked off the plane, I was still half asleep. I don't think that it had hit that I was in London, about to be living my dream. Oh crap, Louis.

I travelled through customs and through baggage claim with Louis on my mind. What was going to happen? I don't think I could ask that question enough.

Harry had said he was going to pick me up which I appreciated. But as I walked out of the doors, I saw a lot of people but not Harry.

I kept looking around but nothing. Had he forgotten?

I was confused when I saw a man dressed in a suit and tie with a sign with the words 'Caitlin Smith'. I was extremely puzzled when I went up and spoke to him.

"Hi, are you for me? I thought someone else was getting me."

"Hello. Yes, Harry is waiting for you in the car. Follow me please."

I imagined Harry didn't want to be stalked by crazed fans so he stayed in the car.

I walked behind the mysterious man until we reached a black sedan. I felt like I was being kidnapped, minus the balaclava that would be on my face.

He kindly opened the door wide and I hopped in to see Harry's smiley, bright and bubbly face. Thank god he was here. I would have no idea how to survive in this big city without him.

He just give me a simple greeting.

"Hi."

Before I could think about anything, I just scooted next to him, leaned in and hugged him for a good 2 minutes. The engine started and Harry started to break away but I pulled him in closer. I needed my nerves to settle down.

After a while I let go. I leaned back into the chair. Harry was just staring me so I gave him a little smirk. We stopped at a red light as he spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Um nothing." I tried to hide it.

"That's not true. I know you too well." That bugged me sometimes.

"Ok fine. I don't have a big problem. It's just that I'm really scared about being in a new place. You know, I haven't done this before. I miss my parents, heck, I even miss my brothers."

I stopped and took a deep breath.

"But I sure am glad that you are here."

Harry just grinned at me and leaned in to give me a hug as we pulled into the apartment building.

We jumped out of the car pretty quickly and Harry grabbed my bags out of the boot. What a gentleman.

We started heading towards the elevator door as Harry spoke again.

"Oh yeah btw, I only got our driver to get you cause I didn't want you getting scared by mobbing fans. Sorry."

"Nah it's all good. I assumed that's why that happened."

We dumped everything (including ourselves) into the elevator and headed up to level 5. The doors opened, we grabbed everything and headed towards his door. Harry fiddled in his pocket to get his keys and the door opened. He picked everything up for me, chucked it inside the apartment and shut the door behind us.

"LOUIS, WE'RE BACK!" Harry yelled.

Oh god.

Oh crap.

Oh shit.

My heart starting running a million miles an hour as I heard steps walking down the stairs. He entered the room and started walking towards me.

Oh shit.

He stopped a few feet in front of me and reached his hand out for me to shake it.

"Hi."