Living In Harmony || A Dumb Fanfic Moments/Harry Styles Fanfic ||

-7-

Once I had recovered from the appauled reaction my organs had at what had just happened, I gathered up the rest of the fresh clothes, and made my ways into the bathroom to change. 

With in minutes I was in clean clothes, had brushed hair, and smelled like a mix of minty toothpaste with twilight woods perfume. Feeling fresh with the inspiration to take on the rest of this awful day, I emerged from the bathroom only to find the bedroom empty. 

Furrowing my brows in confusion I walked across the floor, and over to the door. 

"Hello? Kylie?" I called out, shuffling into the quiet hallway.

 "Kylie?" I called out again, but recieved no answer which made me snap into ninja mode. I swear if someone bloody jumps me I'll karate chop like Jackie Chan. 

"Guys?" I hummed, moving slowly down the hallway, then a scream escaped my throat as a hand clamped down on my shoulder. 

"Their downstairs in the lobby, we're all going to the bar." Niall's voice said, and I placed a hand over my heart to calm myself. 

"Bloody bullocks you scared the skin off me!" I gasped, and he chuckled. 

"Yeah I did. Didn't I?" He said, and I felt the temptation to use that karate chop on him. 

"You did thank you very much." I retorted, and he shrugged as he slipped his hands into his pockets, and stared long and hard at me. 

"What?" I asked, and he shook his head.

 "I was thinking about how you don't seem like the type to go to Nando's." He muttered looking away, and I almost laughed but managed not to. 

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked, but he waved me off. 

''C'mon, their waiting for us." He said, gesturing for me to follow him, and I sighed as I did so recluently.

 I really didn't want to go to a bar, but I really didn't want to stay here, and potentially get forgotten about. The last thing I wanted to do was be alone in fanfic world again, especially with all the not so British nuts around here. 

The walk down to the lobby was brief, and awkward. I wanted to say something to Niall, but I was nervous. It was miracle I had managed to keep it together for so long. 

For years I had always assumed I'd flip a switch when I finally got to meet One Direction, but now all I felt was nervous around them. Maybe that was because I knew deep down that I wasn't technically meeting the real them, that they were just a fictional version of the real boys created in the mind of someone else.

 Finally my discomfort ended when we strolled into the lobby, and Kylie attack with me with a hug. 

"Jadebear you look fabulous! Are you ready for our night of fun?" She asked, pulling back to pinch my cheek, and I batted her hand away.