Fandom (A One Direction Fanfiction)

5. Words Will Be Just Words, Till You Bring Them To Life.

I opened the door to see a boy around my own age standing by a two layered food trolley, both loaded.

The guy seemed kind of stunned. What a weirdo. I coughed lightly, keeping my eyes on him, a single eyebrow raised.

“Um, yeah, sorry..” He reached into his pocket to grab a small paper writing pad. “Two large bowls of chocolate mousse, chicken curry with extra serve of rice, two jugs of Coke, chocolate fondue, fruit platter with berries, a 2 litre bottle of oran-“

“Yep, it’s mine. Could you just bring it in and you can leave it near the door?” I asked.

“Sure, um, you eat a lot..” He said quietly, carefully moving the trolley.

“Well no shit.” I replied. He was honestly getting on my nerves. I took another good look at him as he made sure the trolley wasn’t moving.

He was tan, clearly fit, clear and unblemished skin with blonde-ish hair and bright white teeth. His eyes were either blue or brown, I couldn’t determine the difference between the gold surrounding his left pupil although I could’ve sworn his other was a vibrant shade of blue, both shaded by thick, long lashes.

He turned around and gave me a small smile. He had a dimple. Just one adorable little crater in his cheek. As I studied closer I realised he’d probably be getting creeped out by my antics.

“Sorry for staring, I’m just trying to determine what colour your eyes are. They’re so pretty.” I breathed, loud enough for him to hear though. A shy smile took the place of the cheery one and he looked down, hiding his face from my view.

“They’re different colours, blue and brown.” He nearly whimpered. I felt kind of sorry for him, he’s so shy, yet so attractive. He resembled one of those really dreamy boys you see on tumblr.

“That’s amazing!” I tried to boost his ego a little so he could hold a small conversation at the least. “I love when people have two different coloured eyes, it’s fascinating. Mine change colours, but they’re not as cool as yours.”

“You think so?” He inquired with a tiny smile on his smooth face.

“I always speak the truth, if I don’t like something or someone I put it out there. It’s just me, but it’s true, you have gorgeous eyes.” I confessed, an encouraging smile on my face. “So, do you wanna meet Kate? Its okay if you have to go back to work or whatever I’m just sure sh-“

“Yeah, okay.” He cut me off. Oops. “This was the end of my shift anyway.”

“KATE, GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE.” I screamed out to my obnoxious bestfriend. She was probably only a few metres away, but I always feel the need to be loud anyway.

I heard her scramble out of the bathroom with bobby pins sticking out of her mouth as she tied up her hair.

“Oh, hey.” She looked embarrassed, looking around and quickly ripping the hair pins from her mouth.

“Hi.” The boy replied huskily. The boy, that sounded odd.

“I never caught your name babe, I’m Celeste and that’s clearly Kate.”  I introduced us girls, looking expectantly at the adorable boy before us. He was still tight by my side, looking around everywhere except Kate. I think I need to get my matchmaking suit on, as much as I’d hate to give him away.

“Erm, Darren, but you can call me D.” He replied shakily.

“Well D, I’m hungry as fuck, so would you like to join us for some lunch or whatever? We’re having some more people over later, not sure what time though. What time do you need to be home?” I invited him over to the kitchenette where I handed out some crockery, cutlery and glasses.

“I live here so I guess whatever time would be fine. My Dad doesn’t really care, he’s got a teenager on the inside and understands freedom.” D explained to us. “Who are you having over?”

Kate and I glanced at eachother, and I answered. “Aw, you know, just some guys from the rooms next door. Nice lads.”

A disappointed look found its way to his features and he bit his lip as his eyes drooped a little. “Oh..”

“Mm, well I’ll leave you two to get to know eachother, I’ll just get changed into something more comfy and be straight out. Make yourself comfortable too D.” I quickly exited the main part of the suite to Kate and I’s bedroom, smirking to myself.

I chucked on a pair of trackies and tucked them into my socks, leaving on my singlet, throwing my hair into a messy bun and pulling a few strands down to frame my face. I checked myself in the mirror and slightly fixed my smudged mascara and oily nose.

I gave a once over and opened the door wide and pranced back into the hotel room to find myself some chocolate mousse and coke. Healthy, I know.

As I settled myself with my laptop into a beanbag Kate found in a broom cupboard, I noticed D and Kate having an animated conversation about writing. Um?

“Since when have you known anything about English Kate?” I raised an eyebrow. She moved her eyes toward Darren. “Oh, since I invited a gorgeous young boy into our hotel room? Well lovey, D, if you ever want to chat with someone who actually knows anything about grammar and whatever, I’m here.”

Kate was completely glaring at me by now. I pursed my lips about to make a snide remark when I decided against it and instead glanced back toward D. “She knows a lot about farming and Harry Potter though, don’t hesitate in those departments.” I winked at him and went back to eating and doing whatever on the internet.

“I love Harry Potter!” I heard the multi-coloured eyed boy exclaim. “I’ve read each book at least 9 times!”

“Oh my god, no way! Me too!” Lies. Kate has read every book like once. I mentally facepalmed myself for torturing such a boy like this, but when I opened my tumblr tab all my thoughts were replaced with the fact that One Direction are actually going to come into my hotel room. Fuck!

My mind was racing with possibilities as I grinned like the Cheshire boy himself. I say boy, as in Harry, because he resembles the cat when he smiles anyway. Kind of.

After an hour and a trolley of food later, tonnes of OJ and coke, a knock came at the door.

Actually, it was continuous knocking. Fucking annoying idiots.

As Kate and Darren were still in their own little world, I sprinted to the door and wrenched it open with annoyance, glaring at the two boys before me; Louis Tomlinson, the kid at heart himself, and my baby Niall.

“Shut the fuck up.” I stated. I couldn’t hold up my exterior much longer and cracked a huge smile at the two. My heart leaped with joy and love as I looked at Niall Horan, a grin caressing his beautiful face.

“Could we have a chat now?” Louis asked in his high Doncaster accent. I nodded and gently grabbed Niall’s wrist to drag him in as well, following Louis to the kitchen. Someone wants tea?

I’m actually surprised either of them remembered.

“How could I forget?” Niall whispered lowly in my ear. Did I say that out loud? “Yep.”

Damn Irishman.

“It’s not my fault I’m so magical.” Niall spoke up, so I wasn’t the only one who could hear now. I seriously need to stop thinking out loud.

“You really do love.” Louis said. Cue wave of mental facepalms.