Status: On Tour With 1D

Arriving In England

So in 2009 we lost Michel Jackson and a few months ago, we lost Neil Armstrong. We're running out of moonwalkers!!!! Everyone, start panicking!!!!!

I'm really bad on updating at the moment, aren't I? I really need to update Breaking Free, it's been over a month...

I'm not sure if the laws mentioned in here are correct, but my British friend said they were, so if they aren't, blame her.

I'll see if I can convince Christina to let me use a ball photo of her in the next update.

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"Holy shit, its fucking freezing!!" were the first words out of my mouth as we stepped off the plane. "Why is it so cold in England?"

"Uh, maybe because it's winter?" Chelsea offered.

"I knew that! I just didn't know it'd be so cold!!" I retorted. "My head's telling me that it's cold and I should bundle up, but my body's telling that it's summer and to run barefoot down the ramp. I can barely handle winter at home, how am I supposed to survive up here?!"

"This is so confusing. We left NZ at eight in the morning and it's only two in the afternoon here. It's like it was only a six hour flight or something. Time zones are so confusing!!!" Chelsea ranted.

"Look, its Oliver!" Christina yelled, running towards the unsuspecting figure. "HI OLLIE!!!!!!!!" she yelled as she jumped on his back. The guy let out a startled cry and fell over.

"Christina! You've scared the poor guy!!" I yelled, dragging her off him. He jumped up and we all realised that he wasn't exactly... Oliver.

"You people are crazy!!!" he screamed before running off.

Me and Chelsea looked at Christina who smiled sheepishly. "Oops?"

"You girls have only been here five seconds and you've already scared someone out of their wits" a smooth voice said from behind us.

"OLIVER!!!!" we yelled as we pounced on him in a group hug.

"Hello again." He replied with a smile, ruffling each of our heads. "Shall we collect your bags and head over to the hotel?"

"YES! I can't wait to see Louis again! There's this really awesome joke I need to tell him!!!" Christina babbled as we headed over to the suitcase roundabout thing.

My bags were the first to arrive and Chelsea and Christina chatted to Oliver while we waited for theirs. I eyed the moving machine. I looked left and right. Nobody was watching me, now's my chance!

I sneakily hurried over to the starting point and waited until there was a gap between the bags big enough for me to fit. I managed to scramble on and threw my hands up in the air. "Weeeeeee!!!!" I yelled.

"What am I going to do with you?" Oliver sighed as I rolled around and he pulled me off.

"Party pooper!" I pouted.

"Come on Miss Drama Queen. It's time to go." He replied, leading us outside. If I thought it was cold inside, it was nothing compared to outside. I am so not cut out for British life. Why is England so close to the North Pole?!

"Gum?" I asked Chelsea, holding out my pack to her and Christina as I popped a piece in my mouth. Chelsea declined while Christina helped herself.

We hopped into the same black pedo van that the boys used in NZ. We stared wide eyed at all the sights passing us by. "Look! There's the London Eye!" Christina exclaimed, pointing out the window.

"Woah," I murmured. After about fifteen minutes of us three gawking at the new landscape, we arrived at this HUGE hotel where the boys were waiting for us.

"Come on Kate!" Christina yelled as she, Chelsea and Oliver started towards the elevator from the underground car park, pulling their bags with them.

"Not my fault my handle's stuck!" I yelled back, trying to fix the suitcase handle. "Just wait!" I looked up to see they'd already disappeared. "Well okay then!!"

I finally managed to get the stupid handle to pop up and started towards the lift. "Fuck these stupid new ballet flats." I grumbled as they pinched my toes and heels. I slipped one off and found the edge of my foot red. I slipped the other off and just carried them.

"Hey you!" a voice yelled and I turned to find a guy approaching me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, stopping for a moment.

"Are you not wearing any shoes?" he questioned, getting straight to the point.

I looked down at my feet. "Uhh, yeah?"

"You do realise that it's against the law to walk barefoot in public." he said.

"It is?"

"And so is chewing gum in public." he added, pulling out a police man notebook and writing in it. I'm guessing he's a cop then.

"Gosh, you British are so uptight!" I exclaimed. He paused in his writing and looked at me.

"Is this your first time in the UK?" I nodded. "Where are you from?" he questioned.

"New Zealand," I answered.

"Ahhh, that'd explain it." He said. "Tell you what; I'll let you off this one time seeing as you've never been here before. Just don't do it again." He smiled before leaving.

"Thanks!" I yelled out after him before slipping the horrible pinching shoes back on and spitting out my gum into a tissue. Only been here for about an hour and I've already broken two laws. That's gotta be a new record!

"What took you so long?" Chelsea demanded as soon as I stepped out of the lift.

"Got held up," I answered.

"Why?"

"I got told off by a cop for wearing no shoes and chewing gum." I said. "I miss New Zealand already."

"Only you would be able to get told off for something as stupid as that Kate." Christina said, shaking her head at me. "Come on! I wanna tell Louis my new joke!" she yelled, running towards the stairs and disappearing up them.

"What floor are they on?" I asked Oliver.

"Fifteen." He replied.

"Fuck the stairs, I'm taking the lift!" Chelsea said and headed over to the shiny sliding doors. I gave my bag to the waiting butler guy (I think they're called bell boys? I'm not sure) before following Chelsea. While we traveled upwards, I texted Christina telling her what floor they were on, slipping my phone in my pocket afterwards. After a few seconds, the elevator doors opened with a ding and we found Christina leaning against the wall, waiting for us.

"God you guys were slow!" she said, coming over to us.

"You took the other elevator, didn't you?" Chelsea inquired.

"That I did." She nodded. Chelsea rolled her eyes at her.

"Before we see the boys, I'd like you to meet someone." Oliver interrupted before we could continue talking. We all looked at him. "I'm sure you've all heard of Paul?" he introduced as said person appeared beside him.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. "You look like Gibby off iCarly! You could so be his dad!"

"He does!" Christina exclaimed. "I can't believe I never noticed it before!"

"That is so cool!" I said.

"I see what you mean; they are exactly like the boys." Paul said to Oliver.

"I beg to differ!" Christina objected. "Do I look like I have a penis?!"

Paul stared shocked at her as she glared at him. He opened his mouth to say something but only ended up gaping like a fish. She burst into laughter. "I'm only joking Paulie boy, don't look so surprised!"

"Come on! I wanna see the guys!" Chelsea whined, pulling on Oliver's hand. He sighed and finally led us over to one of the many doors and twisting it open.

This reunion was going to be interesting.