Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 31: Lost in London

I woke up to the loud and irritating sound of metal pans hitting the floor. 

My head shot up. "Mmm!" I groaned, looking around. I was on the couch in someone's living room. My eyes were glued to the kitchen. Niall and Louis stood there frozen, staring at me. 

"Sorry!" Louis yelled, running over to me. Niall followed. "Yeah, I got hungry and so did Lou. So we decided to make breakfast." 

Louis nodded. "And then we kinda-"

"Woke me up." I finished his sentence. 

Louis nodded. I looked around. "Hey, where'd Ky go?" I frowned.

"Kylie? Um, I think she went out for a run." Niall answered simply. 

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET MY GIRLFRIEND KILLED?!" I yelled. 

Louis and Niall stared back at me amusingly. "Harry, what are you talking about?"

"There's papparazzi everywhere outside that are probably attacking her, and it's her first time in England! She doesn't know her way around!!!' I snapped at them. 

"Haz, Haz, Haz. Kylie is a big girl now. She knows how to handle the paps. And she has her phone with her. Everything is fine." Louis said trying to calm me down.

"SO?! HOW IS HER PHONE GOING TO HELP IN THIS SITUATION? SHE CAN'T MAKE CALLS, OR TEXT!!!" I was more pissed now then ever. These boys were so clueless.

"Why?" Niall asked. 

I gave him a death stare. "Her phone is from America. It doesn't have an international plan. Therefore she can't call, text, or recieve anything." I said, in a more calm voice. 

"Oh." The boys said in unison.

"Yeah, 'OH'! I'm going to get changed, and LOOK FOR MY LOST GIRLFRIEND!!" I snapped. I stood up from the couch, and stormed for the stairs. 

"Hey, Haz?" Louis called after me. 

"Yes?" I said, annoyed. 

"Will you make us some pancakes?"

Kylie's POV

England was so beautiful. The air was quite colder than in California, but it wasn't a drastic change. I breathed in and out, my legs kind of feeling tired. I've been running nonstop for an hour now in the cute town of London. I didn't know my way back to the boy's apartment complex so I just decided to keep running. 

Surprisingly, no papparazzi were outside their front door, so I wasn't spotted by anyone. I decided to stop at a little coffee shop to freshen up. 

The little bell rung as I opened the door. Dozens of teenage girls piled in around something. I made my way to the counter and studied them menu. 

"Can I please have a Caramel Frappe?" I asked. The boy working there turned around. OOh, he was cute. 

"Of course." He flashed me his smile. "Whipped cream?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes please." I fished for some bills in my pocket. I pulled it out. 

"Oh crap. I only have dollars." I sighed. Stupid me, I don't have euros or pounds or whatever the Brittish currency is here. He kindly smiled at me. "On the house." He handed me the cold drink. 

"Thanks!" I exclaimed. "Hey, what's going on over there?" I mentioned to the line of girls. 

The guy looked for a second and turned his gaze back to me. "Oh. We just recieved a new magazine. They seem to be getting a lot of hits, I keep on refilling the shelf from our stock, 'cause all of the girls haven't stop buying it all morning!" He said.