Hello 'der! Has it only been 2 weeks? Feels like longer! Sorry it's taken me so long to update; I have lots of shitty coursework and I am totally addicted to reading Fan Fictions at the moment, so I've kind of neglected it :/ I hate saying this, and I will finish this story even if only one person reads it, but I feel like not many people read this 'cause I don't get many reviews. I am NOT saying that I will stop if I don't get reviews, it's just… I'm not ranting, I promise! :L :D I like reading the reviews because I like reading what you guys think, whether it's good or bad, and I can only improve if you guys tell me how! :D Thank you so much to my loyal reviewers, and to those who read even if you don't review, and I hope you all enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoy writing it :3

How Time Flies…

The months passed by like hours; I settled into university, settled into life with Louis and Harry, got used to being away from all of my other friends, left my old life behind and settled into the new one. I was doing exceptionally well at UCL- still am, in fact- but I have a problem; a rather distressing problem that requires a lot of patience from Louis. I'm surprised he hasn't left me yet… I must be such a pain in the arse sometimes… He doesn't deserve that at all…

"Oi, knobhead." My eyes focus and I realise that there is a hand moving rapidly in front of my face. I blink a few times and stare at my friend who is looking at me, concern settling like snow in her blue eyes. "You did it again."

"Sorry, Sam." I sigh. She laughs and flicks her blond ponytail over her shoulder. "I was…"

"Daydreaming about Louis?" She winks at me and I blush. I pretend to focus on my notes as I think of a suitable reply.

"Nooo…" I say as convincingly as possible and my friends all laugh quietly. Well, I wasn't! Technically. Am I that obvious?

"Right, okay." Sam nods her head, unconvinced, and smirks at me. Then I hear the deafening crack of a ruler being banged against the desk and I focus on the very moody lecturer stood in front of me. What is this; the 1950s? He glares at me for a while before resuming his droning on about the importance of algebra in everyday life and I gradually zone out again. Sam will just give me her notes… I think to myself and then smirk at my friend. No she won't; she's daydreaming, just like me. Jason will give me his notes to copy from and then Sam will copy from me whilst Jason moans at both of us for not paying attention in the first place. Jason is my best (guy) friend; I became friends with him after my pen broke in our first lecture and he opened his pencil case and offered me one of about 20 blue and black biros. The man is well equipped. I had thought to myself. He's 2 months older than me, 4 inches taller than me, and his naturally chocolate hair hangs loosely over his warm brown eyes. He reminds me of Liam, which is what drew me to him in the first place. He does have his differences though; firstly, he abhors sport of any kind and only does exercise when he's forced, and secondly: he is absolutely tone deaf. There is not a single musical bone in his annoyingly hot body. But he makes up for it in intelligence and knowledge, and he's also stunningly gorgeous. If it wasn't for Louis then I would have flirted like crazy. Well, that and the fact that Jason is undoubtedly and unequivocally 100% gay.

"Right." Mr Jones says loudly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "That is due in on Tuesday, which is the fourth of December. Disappear." He waves his hands at us to dismiss us and I turn and grin at my friends. It's Friday! And what's even better; Louis has the weekend off. No radio interviews, performances, signings etc.; just me and him and an empty flat. Harry is disappearing off somewhere and will return tomorrow evening for a party that we're having at the flat. (There's no reason for the party; it's just because we can.) We don't know where Harry's going but we will eventually; he's shit at keeping thought of having the flat to ourselves should fill me with butterflies and desire, but instead it fills me with nerves and fear. My skin feels clammy and my head starts to hurt. What is wrong with me?

"Are you even listening to me?" Jason waves his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. Why do people keep doing that to me? I ask myself angrily.I start to say yes but then give up when Jason raises his eyebrows.

"No. Sorry Jase; what were you saying?" I smile at him in apology and he shakes his head, obviously annoyed, and walks out of the room with Sam. I put my coat on, grab my bag and follow them. We walk to the gate, them in deep conversation and me panicking about tonight, and when we stop I grab Jason's warm hand and turn him to face me.

"I'm sorry." I say and he raises his eyebrows but doesn't let go of my hand. "I should have been listening."

"Fine." He rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away from mine. I'm always daydreaming, and it's taken me this long to realise that it gets on his nerves… "As I was saying; I will email you what we're supposed to do for our coursework. But… if you're too busy daydreaming to even bother listening then I shan't." He huffs and I smile; he reminds me of Damien from the House of Night books.

"I said I was sorry, okay? Please forgive me?" I smile at him and bat my eyelashes, giving him the puppy-dog look that I've been perfecting for months because I know he can't resist it. He glares at me for a few seconds but then the corner of his mouth lifts in an unwilling smile.

"Okay, okay." He sighs dramatically and I lean in and kiss his cheek. Then I pull back and pull my coat tighter around me.

"You're a life saver, Jase." I laugh and he smiles unenthusiastically, mumbling something about me being lazy and too focused on my "stupidly-hot" boyfriend to listen to my "extremely intelligent" best friend. I chuckle and spot Chloe stood by the gates waiting for us (she does something to do with Music whereas Sam, Jason and I do Maths.), obviously texting someone. Niall, probably. I creep up behind her and shout "hey" loudly in her ear. She shrieks, almost dropping her phone but grabbing it just in time. She turns to glare at me and I chuckle; if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now… She's about to rant at me when a shiny black Land Rover pulls up outside of the gates and Harry jumps out of the driver's seat. A new car… again; since February he has had three or four different cars. He runs at me and engulfs me in a bear hug, not caring who's there. A lot of my friends and fellow students are fans but they're older and more mature; meaning they all just stop and stare as opposed to running at him and trying to rape him (okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you know what I mean!) I wrap my arms around his waist and he hugs me tighter, whispering things like "I'm glad you're done" and "come save me from Zayn and Liam's mushiness"

"Mushiness? Really?" I laugh and he pulls away from me, grinning. I let go of him regretfully; he's really warm!

"Yes, it's a word, and yes, you have to save me from it." He grins and I can't help but smile back. He's become my best friend again in the past few months and I have a sneaking suspicion why, but I'm not going to confront him about it yet.

"Shut up, you moron!" I laugh and swat him on the arm. He steps away from me, clutching his hands to his chest and pretending to be offended, but the twinkle in his eyes remains. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Giving you a lift home." He looks at me like I'm stupid and I shake my head. I start to protest that we're perfectly fine with getting the bus when he puts his hand over my mouth. "I just picked Zayn and Liam up from their date and thought I'd get you and Chloe on the way back. We're all going to the same place." He shrugs. I nod and he uncovers my mouth. I look around for the familiar jet-black hair and come to the conclusion that Chloe has already gotten in the car, probably to escape the cold. I turn to my right and realise that Sam and Jason are still stood there; Sam is waiting for me to move so that she can greet Harry properly and Jason is just staring at him.

"Close your mouth, Jase. You're catching flies." I wink at him as Sam high fives Harry, and Jason's mouth snaps closed immediately. He doesn't bother replying; he just shoots daggers at me with his muddy eyes and I smirk. "Gosh; you think you'd be used to him by now, Jase…"

"Shut up." He glares, blushing slightly.

"Aww, you're such a fangirl, Jase." I laugh and he glares at me again. I dance out of his way as he tries to hit me with his book, blow a kiss at him and then head for the car. "Bye Jase, bye Sam." Jason glares at me and Sam yells "BYE!" and I shake my head; strange girl… She's the type of girl that would walk into a fridge and say sorry... Actually, I think she's done that once… She wasn't even drunk… I laugh to myself. Then I climb into the car and am greeted by a sweet, but slightly nauseating, sight; Liam and Zayn are sat in the back of the car, holding hands and whispering stuff to each other like childhood sweethearts. Don't get me wrong, I love them to pieces, but they're so sickly sweet at the moment. They are painfully obvious about their relationship, too; they're so lucky that people know about it…

"Okay guys, I have something to say." Liam said into the microphone, trying to make himself heard over the screams of the thousands of girls gathered at the London HMV Apollo for a "surprise" gig. The screams died down eventually and Liam's coffee coloured eyes scanned the front row, looking for me and Danielle. Danielle was determined to stay friends with Liam so, a few days after he came out of hospital, she went round to his flat and stayed for two days, talking everything over and patching up their relationship. Liam had asked her before the gig if she was okay with him telling everybody about him and Zayn and she gave him her full support. We both looked up at him and smiled and I raised my thumb in support. He nodded gratefully and continued to speak. "As you all know, Danielle and I broke up a few months ago, and I never thought I'd find someone that I loved as much as her. But I did." Danielle squeezed my hand with tears in her eyes as she watched the boy she loved declare his love for someone else.

"Me." Zayn said bravely into the microphone, stepping forward and grabbing Liam's hand, and there was a moment of awkward silence as the crowd tried to work out whether Zayn and Liam were joking or not. Liam made a decision, and I knew what he was going to do before he did it; he leaned over and pressed his lips to Zayn's in a sweet yet possessive kiss, and then the crowd erupted into screams again. There were some boos, but not many, and when they boys pulled away from each other they looked out at their fans.

"I hope you guys can accept this. You guys mean the world to us and your opinion is so important." Liam shouted into the microphone, trying to make himself heard, and the fans screamed again. I spotted quite a few girls crying, and when I looked up I saw that Liam was gripping Zayn's hand as if his life depended on it. Louis walked forward and wrapped his arm around Liam's waist and Harry did the same to Zayn; showing their support. Niall bounded forward and placed a hand on Liam and Zayn's shoulders and the echo of screams grew louder. I turned to look at Danielle who was looking up at the boys, dry eyed and smiling, and I couldn't work out whether she was faking it or not. Lots of girls were taking pictures of her reaction as well as the boys', and I understood that no matter how she felt right then, she had to look happy.

"Okay, this next song is called Everything About You." Harry said brightly and the music kicked in. The boys separated, but I noticed that Zayn and Liam kept glancing at each other, and Liam sang "boy" instead of "girl". Then came the most obvious; Zayn couldn't take his eyes off of his boyfriend throughout his whole solo. It was incredibly cheesy but the fans loved it, and so did I.

And you have always been the only one I wanted and I wanted you to know; without you I can't face it
All we wanna have is fun, but they say that we're too young; let them say what they want. It's everything about you.

"Heloooooo? Anybody hooooooome?" Harry waves his hand in front of my face and laughs, pulling me out of my thoughts. What is it with me and spacing out today?

"Piss off." I laugh and swat his hand away. I look around and realise that I'm the only one left in the car, and I grab my bag and jump out of the door. Harry lightly smacks my arse as I walk off and I whip round to face him. He feigns innocence and I glare at him. Then he grabs my hand and gently pulls me back to him.

"I'm going now." He smiles innocently and I laugh. I know he's up to something…
"Okay babe." I smile and pull him into a tight hug. "Have fun doing… whatever. You'll be back before the party, yeah? To help out?" I pull away from him and he kisses my cheek lightly.

"Of course." He gives me one last squeeze before turning away and getting into his car, driving away and leaving me in the freezing cold. I turn to look at the block of expensive apartments and feel nerves seep into my pores and settle in my stomach. Then an overwhelming sense of freedom washes over me and I start to feel excited. I haven't seen Louis properly for the last two weeks; they've been doing various radio interviews and little performances in local places, and I've really missed him. I've missed all of the boys, but I've missed my boyfriend the most.

"What are you doing?" Someone shouts at me, scaring the crap out of me. I drop my bag in shock and then look up through my blond waves, seeking out the dick that scared me. "Why are you stood there like a lemon in the freezing cold? Come inside!" Louis laughs, but the concern is still settling in his icy blue eyes. It's not that cold… I bend down and gather up my things, and when I stand up Lou is stood in front of me.

"You scared the shit out of me!" I glare at him playfully and he pulls my bag out of my hands and carefully sets it on the floor. Then he gathers me in his warm embrace and hugs me tightly, whispering "I've missed you" into my ear even though I only saw him this morning. I know what he means though.

"I've missed you too." I whisper back as I rest my head on his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist, grateful for his warmth in the bitter December ice. He pulls away slightly and rests his forehead against mine, his warm breath mixing with the cold air and hitting my cheeks.

"Shall we go inside?" He whispers and his silvery-blue eyes sparkle. I nod slightly and he leans in and kisses me, pressing his warm lips to my cold ones. He deepens the kiss and his cold hands slide under my coat and shirt and start tracing soothing patterns on my back. That's when it happens; I tense up, just like I always do, and he sighs so quietly that I almost don't hear him. He presses his lips to mine one more time and then pulls away from me. I start to apologise but he shakes his head and picks my bag up off of the floor. Then he grabs my hand and tugs me towards the apartment.

So that's my problem; I still can't let him touch me. It's been months, and no matter how much he promises me that he loves me and would never do anything to hurt me… I still can't let him touch me. I just wish…

"Jordan?" Louis looks down at me and smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do. I love you too." I squeeze his hand and the smile finally reaches his eyes. He leans down and kisses my lips lightly, and that's when I decide; I'm not going to let this fear beat me. Never.

Well, there you go guys. It's probably a bit shit, but please review and tell me what you think! I love you all! :3 xXx

P.S: HAPPY HARRY'S BIRTHDAY! xD xXx

Lyrics: Everything About You- One Direction