Centre Parcs with One Direction

Part 23

A/N Hai sexxaayyyeeesss!!! :P :P :P You ready for this unicorn poo??? Well!! GET READY BEACHES!!! :P XxX Oh and I cant get the pics of the outfits on the side, so they will be on  my twitter account--> @HarrysHardCake

ENJOY MY LITTLE POPSICLE STICKS!!

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*Lauren’s P.O.V*

We arrived back at mine, and noticed loads of bags by the door. Frowning I walked into the living room, Gabby and the boys trailing behind me. I saw mum sat on the floor, changing a smelly child.

“What’s with the bags at the door?” I asked her pulling Liam onto the sofa. Mum looked behind her at us, and smiled sadly at Gabby.

“Suzie called! She doesn’t want anything to do with someone who would give up money just like that! I told her that Harry was winning you back, but I didn’t want you living with someone who treats you like a piece of shit! Welcome home Gabby!” She said, looking at Gabby. Gabby’s just looked at her, mouth a gape. She started opening and closing her mouth, looking like a fish but nothing came out. Harry put his arm around her comfortingly, to which she leaned into his body. Finally she sighed, and smiled gratefully at mum.

“Thanks mutheerrr!” she screamed, running to tackle her into a hug. Everyone laughed at Gabby’s weirdness. Mum told Gabby to go pack her things into her room upstairs- yes she already has a room here because she’s here all the time. We all grabbed a couple of bags and headed up to her room, Gabby saying something about her room at her mum’s being tiny, and wondering if Suzie had put her posters of the boys and stuff in her bag.

We are finally on the last of the 27 billion bags, and Gabby was getting paranoid that her mum had left all her One Direction stuff in her old room. The boys’ were all laughing at how panic-y she was getting, I don’t know if they realise how important these things are to her. She made me unzip her bag, as she had her fingers crossed and eyes closed, wishing for them to be in there. I unzipped it and everything exploded out of it; 1D bobble heads, 1D dolls, Newspaper clippings of 1D, posters of the boys, a 1D duvet set, must I go on. She breathed in relief that they were there, whilst the boys were exchanging weird glances and looking at her like she was crazy.

“Is there something wrong with being an overly-obsessed fan?” Gabby asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yes!” The boys and I said in uniform. Gabby just rolled her eyes and opened her walk-in-wardrobe doors. Yes- Gabby gets the walk in wardrobe, because as much as I want a walk-in-wardrobe, I much prefer my window seat.

“Well, I have you know that all that shit in their cost me £357.64, therefore I am not getting rid of it!” She stated, turning around and beginning to stick up the posters and clippings in the wardrobe, while I began to put all the merch on some of the shelves in there. She has a point- I mean, if I had spent that much, nobody would be even touching that shit! The guys all sat there in shock of how much she spent.

“This is the life of a fangirl boys! She stares at your posters at night, masturbates, then dreams about you!” I said matter-of-factly. Gabby rolled her eyes and hit me!

“So not true! Why would I masturbate when I could just get my Hazza to have sex with me?” she replied, turning around to wink at Harry. He chuckled and hugged her from behind.

“I wouldn’t argue.” He admitted, kissing her neck where her soft spot is- don’t ask how I know that okay! She just moaned in response.

“Keep it PG!” Louis shouted, throwing a pillow at Harry.