All's Fair in Love and One Direction

16: All's Fair in Hugs & Waking Up

Chapter 16

I feel as if I've been hit by a bus. a metaphorical bus, of course. A metaphorical bus with five exceptionally beautiful young men riding on it who just happen to be One Direction and where am I even going with this comparison?

The plane ticket. I glance around the hotel room, making eye contact with each of the boys - is this a cruel joke? As the reality of the situation occurs, I tackle the nearest person to me, Liam, in a hug. "I'm going to take that as a yes..." he laughs. I nod and smile stupidly on his shoulder.

Next I hug Zayn. He smells the best. Like just enough cologne and hair products... Is that weird?... It is...

Niall is third in the circle. "I'm glad you'll be coming." He whispers in his captivating Irish accent as I bear-hug him. Yes, brain, I do already realize that Niall is Irish, I shouldn't be fangirling over it anymore.

Louis pretty much tears me out of Niall's arms. "Andieeee! We love you."

I laugh. "And I love YOU, my little Brits."

I receive unamused facial expressions in return.

"...And Leprechaun." I add.

"You have something against the Irish?" Niall laughs.

Lastly, I walk over to a cheekily grinning Harry and he pulls me into a hug. I inhale his scent through his shirt and suddenly remember our kiss. I remember the car ride. Everything comes at me in a confusing, jumbled, slightly bitter mess.

His eyebrows scrunch up as I awkwardly pull out of his arms.

I spin around. "Seriously, you guys. This is going to be amazing."

Louis smiles, "You think it'll be all fun and games, but trust me, you'll be annoyed out of your mind in no time."

I roll my eyes and respond, "We already know that you're annoying; you really don't have to continue to remind us."

"I don't like you very much." Louis grins.

"Can we continue this game that the Nialler has concocted?" I ask while returning to my spot in the circle.

Liam nods. "Yes, let us continue. Whose turn is it?"

Harry informs us that it is the boys' turn.

Louis informs us that he has to use the loo.

About three seconds after Louis gets up, my phone buzzes and I look at my screen to see:

Bestestestest Friend...

Text Message

I unlock my phone. The message says 'follow me'. I'm assuming that this is Louis; If not, it is very creepy.

"I'll be right back..." I mutter. The boys probably think I'm really weird right now.

Louis is sitting on the edge of the farthest bed from the door. As I walk toward him, the remaining four guys in the other room start laughing and yelling indecipherable things really loudly. I don't think Louis and I will have to whisper. I sit down next to him.

"First of all, look at my contact in your mobile." he grins.

Silly British people. It takes me a second to realize he means 'phone'. I curiously go to contacts...

'Bestestestest Friend...'

The full contact takes up half of my screen:

Bestestestest Friend / SUPERMAN / Carrot King / BooBear / Hip Thrust Master / Louis / Loveliest Person Ever / No! Jimmy Protested / All Hail Tomlinson / LouLou the Christmastime Donkey