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Chapter Twenty-Six

I had settled into life in my flat fairly quickly. The first few days were spent rearranging furniture and clothes to my liking- I loved Louis and Zayn, I did, but honestly they knew nothing about organization- and shredding orange peels on the air vents. All in all, I enjoyed it.  I liked the independence that came with living alone. I also found it thrilling that the neighbors always stared when Harry left my apartment. We weren’t having sex yet, but in their minds, I was getting laid every night and that was a wonderful thought.   So really, nothing was wrong, all my major appliances work, the walls aren’t paper thin, and the view from the windows was oddly beautiful for the hustle and bustle of London. I was feeling like I fit in in London, well, I wouldn’t really know I hadn’t been within a mile of my flat or trying to find campus yet, but I still felt like I belonged here. I was even considering getting a cat. Didn’t really know why I wanted a cat, I just felt compelled to get one.

Life was great in my little home, Harry was staying nights with Leo here, and sent him with Nina and Liam during the day while he worked. I knew I needed a job, just to support myself, but I figured I could find a place over the holiday. After all, three months was a rather long time. So I was feeling good about myself, I was getting over Holmes Chapel and moving on in life, the sun was finally shining my way. There’s a list of about a thousand other clichés I could use to describe the joy I was experiencing, but that would in a sense be cliché and untimely.

Stretched out on my couch, which wasn’t really a couch more of a futon, which I mean, it added to the sleeping space, I was searching the internet for cute cats that I could buy when the there was a knock on my door. I figured, in my bliss cloaked mind, it was Harry, or Nina, or one of the boys, or somebody like that. I was tempted, in my lazy positon, to just tell who ever it was to come on in, that the door was open, but what if it wasn’t?

Reluctantly, I heaved myself off the couch and padded my way to the door. The security was nice, there was a dead bolt lock, and a little peep hole. Okay, so maybe the peep hole was, I don’t know, a foot higher than I needed it, but it was comforting nonetheless. I kicked the little step stool Mum bought me over, climbing on top to peek out.

I can honestly say that I had never been as disappointed as I had in that moment in all my life. I’m sure Harry would’ve argued that the look on my face when the Jonas Brothers announced they were breaking up was worse, but I digress. I was crestfallen. I didn’t want to open the door. I knew I had too though, for the sake of peace and harmony, I had to open the damn door.

Sighing, I stepped off and kicked the stool back where it belonged. Mustering up the best smile I could possibly fake, I opened the door. “Hey, Nick, Aaron! “

The two smiled back to me, with smiles I could tell were genuine and I started to feel the ache of guilt in my stomach.  “Hello Katherine!” Nick chirped back, elbowing Aaron in the side. Aaron puffed his hair out of the way, fumbling over a hi.

I lingered in the door frame longer than my mother would have liked if edict applied in this particular situation, before stepping aside. “Come on in, I guess, um, yeah.”

“We, uh, we know this is sudden, but um, well, we needed to talk about some stuff, and Harry said this would be the best time too- we can come back later if now’s not a good time!” Aaron rushed out, his cheeks turning a cute shade of red.