Candy

Chapter Three

A week later, we left London. The boys had a press week in Australia, where they’d be doing a few radio interviews, a charity concert, and a photo shoot for some teenage magazine. Since I was now their official personal assistant, I tagged along too. Peter paid me 35 pounds an hour, and I got paid every Friday. He seemed more than happy to have me in the One Direction team, and I was pretty happy too. My bruises and cuts were almost all faded away and I could walk normally again. It was comforting to know that I was never going to look like that again. Once we were in Australia, Peter tried to get me my own room but Harry threw a giant fit and we ended up sharing a room together. Niall and Liam shared a room, and Zayn and Louis shared a room on the other side of ours. It even had a connecting room that we opened up so we were all hanging out together in Louis and Zayn’s room.

“If the press asks,” Peter warned Harry. “Niall and Clara are together and you and Liam are together.”

“I don’t think you want Niall and Clara to say they’re together.” Harry teased.

Paul just rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant, Styles.” He left the room in a huff.

“Yeah, Styles!” Louis mocked.

“Get with the program, Styles!” I cried.

Louis and I dissolved into giggled and Harry shot an amused look over at us. Harry stood suddenly and sprang forward. Louis, who practically knew what Harry was thinking all the time managed to get away before Harry started shaking my shoulders gently and tickling me. I screamed out in laughter and scrambled away from him.

“Is anyone hungry?” Niall asked.

“I am!” I announced.

“Would you care to go get some food?” Niall asked.

“Of course!” I exclaimed, springing to my feet and putting my tennis shoes on. We left the hotel room together, our shades on and hats to cover our faces.

-Harry-

Once Niall and Clara left the boys suddenly peppered me with questions.

“Are you two together?” Zayn asked, probably wondering if he could have Clara for himself.

“No,” I replied.

“Do you still sleep together?” Louis asked.

“No, we haven’t had sex since that first day.” I told him.

“Well good.” Liam said. “She’s fragile and she needs to recover and gain a clear mind before any of you lads try and date her.”

“What makes you so keen we’re going to date her?” I asked Liam.

Liam just rolled his eyes.

“Does she still not know her last name?” Louis asked.

I shook my head. “As far as she’s concerned, she’s calling herself Clara Horan.”

I picked up my guitar and began strumming, singing a few lines from an old Journey song. Louis joined in, and before you knew it, we were recording ourselves acting silly.

“This is our video diary for Day one in Australia!” Louis cried. Zayn, Liam and I cheered. “Wait!” Louis screamed. “Where’s Niall?!”

“Someone call him!” I yelled. Zayn jumped for his phone and Liam just sat there, shaking his head.

“Mate, video diary! Hurry!” he yelled.

Louis looked straight into his laptop’s webcam. “He’s with his sister, Clara. They both have the same Irish leprechaun inside of them that make them constantly eat, so they were grabbing some food.”