One Direction And Another?

Keirall-Presentable I am NOT

Beep beep beep.

What the hell...Go away...

Beep beep beep.

Did you not hear me the first time? Shut up!

Beep beep beep.

I wrench my eyes open and stare at the flashing numbers on my alarm clock.

"5:30?Oh yeah, how could I forget..."

I slowly drag my legs off my bed and onto the soft carpeted floor and yawn. I wish I could complain about the interviews being so friggin' early, but I know I can't. Not even two weeks into being in the group and I'm getting to go to Italy? I should be extra grateful, but my lagging brain seriously doesn't give a damn about gratefulness if it has to wake up at godforsaken hours.

There was a reason I was so happy to get out of school, it thinks, and I laugh, pushing myself up reluctantly and going into the bathroom to brush my teeth, ect. After that, i push a hand through my hair and stare at my reflection.

"Outfits presentable, eh? Oh brother. Good thing I have about half an hour to do something with this face," I say, poking my cheek before turning to my wardrobe and walking through. Then walking straight out again.

"Oh yeah," I mumble "Clothes in...Aww no,"

I tug my suitcase onto my bed and groan. Why didn't I think about saving myself an outfit for today last night? The only thing happy, as I drag open the zipper, is the suitcase, which makes its own groan of pleasure as the clothes pop out, free from straining to keep them in. I quickly grab the most presentable and comfortable looking outfit I see; A cute black-patterned top and some blue jeans, and of course some socks. After a few seconds of decision, I rustle around in the suitcase for my bag of jewelery, and take out a ring with a sparkly turtle on it, that I fell in love with when we went shopping, a necklace with a cluster of keys hanging from it.

"Key. Ha," I say to myself, tossing it and the ring onto my other clothes, and I proceed to stuff the rest of the clothes back into the suitcase, no longer caring about creasing them(not that I did in the first place, but whatever). Suitcase successfully filled and zipped up, I glanced at my alarm clock quickly. 6:04 am.

"Dang it!" I yell, throwing off my pjs and pulling on the clothes. I planned to get downstairs for breakfast by six, and even though four or five minutes don't seem like much to most people, well, I'm not most people.

"Keirall?" Calls a voice from the other side of the door. I throw on my necklace and slip the ring onto my left index finger.

"Coming!" I holler, and I fling open the door, nearly pummeling through Zayn as I rush to the stairs.

"Hey, slow down! You're not that late!"

"No harm in being a bit early, is there?"

Zayn quickly catches up with me down the stairs, and he grabs hold of my arm gently.

"Don't worry, Keirall. Harry has got breakfast going, so you won't need to worry about that part," He laughs at my disbelieving face "Yeah, he can cook, remember? And he's not all that bad, too. That morning a week ago we were just a bit..."

"Crazy?" He smiles.

"Aren't we always?"

I smile, and look at the ground. Images of last night, of that other kiss, flash through my mind. Yeah, you sure are...

Zayn looks at me cautiously.

"Hey, are you all right?" He says, placing a finger underneath my chin and lifting my head slightly. I laugh and bat away his finger.