VI

The door opened slowly, and James head popped in, peaking inside to see if I was either properly dress (if I wasn´t, then he wouldn´t have a head right now and all his fans are going to kill me) or to make sure I wasn´t sleeping like I had pretended to do the whole day because I wasn´t in the mood to talk.

But I didn´t mind if it was James.

I smiled at him, and indicated him to get in silently, so no one would know I was faking. Mike had come in some minutes ago, and I had even snored to get him out.

James sat at the edge of my bed, near my left foot. "Care to tell me why Snow White is pretending to be Sleeping Beauty?"

I smirked. "I was waiting for my prince. Since I'm not in a wood nor I have midgets around, I thought maybe if I fell asleep on a castle, my prince will come!" I laughed, following his game.

He laughed. "Oh, well. I can be your prince, if you want. But don't give me apples, please." James stated, posing on his place as Prince Phillip or someone like him. I laughed; it made me remember of James Marsden in Enchanted.

"Fine, no apple. Can it be watermelon instead?"

"I'm all for watermelon!" He stated, winking. James moved, passing over me, to sit at my side. "Does it hurt too much?" He wondered, looking at my foot. I looked at it carefully. It wasn´t so swollen anymore, and it was going back to its normal color. If I had done what the doctor said exactly, probably it would be a lot better.

"Not really. Except when I move it like this." I said, showing him with my hand.

"Want me to go and bring ice for it?"

"No, it's ok. Mike brought me ice some time ago. And please, don´t tell me you're going to act like them too!" I pleaded.

James laughed, pushing my shoulder. "I'm so not." He did a very bad imitation of a teenage American girl to say it. "Come on, want to go for a walk?" He grinned. James has the cutest smile ever.

I nodded eagerly and smiled happily. "But, James, I'm not supposed to walk." I said.

Yeah, I know.

Big contradiction.

"Well, then. I guess I'll do the walking." He smirked, turning around. For a moment, I thought he was really going to leave me there to walk on his own and then come back and tell me how much he had walked or something like that. Instead, he offered me his back, motioning to me to climb to his back. "Get up, girl, I'm waiting."

I clapped like a little girl, managing to get on his back magically and putting my arms around his neck as he grabbed my legs to accommodate me.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

He opened the door, and we went out of the bedroom. Mike, Danny, Maggie, Tom and Giovanna, Tom's girlfriend, were sitting around a table in the little living room talking and drinking tea. So very British of them. They all looked at me surprised.

"Weren´t you sleeping?" Mike asked glaring at me.

"I was, but he woke me up." I shrugged. James nodded.

"Exactly. Poor girl is going to die of inanition if you let her there any more time." He laughed.

"Don't make her walk." Tom said, like a fatherly figure.

"Oh, just adopt, will you?" I snapped jokingly, making Giovanna blushed. She was cool.

"He's pregnant. Why would he want to adopt?" Danny laughed.

"Hey! I'm not pregnant." Tom complained.

"Could have fooled me."

I turned around when I heard Harry's voice behind me. I had being avoiding him a little the last four days or so, and he was now glaring at me. Oops, sorry?

… Or maybe…

When I tilted my head to be sure he was glaring at me (yes, I really did that, thank you very much), I saw his eyes more focused on James than on me. But why would he be glaring at James, huh?

…………. Unless….

………

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Now everything makes sense!" I announced.

Of course! How could I not see it before? It was so clear! I had found the missing piece of the rainbow!

I mean… of the puzzle!!!

He was gay!

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, and I looked at him with pity. Poor boy, not strong enough to walk out of the closet…

"Oh, nothing." I lied quickly, telling him with my eyes I understood. But I don´t think he understood what I meant. He looked at me as if I was mental. Boys.

"I feel soo good now that I know there's someone out there as crazy as me." Maggie announced happily, laughing. Danny looked at her adoringly and kissed her forehead.

"No one is as crazy as you, babe." He corrected.

"Ok. Let's go, Sleeping Beauty." James grinned at me, and I smiled back before remembering Harry. Sorry!

James waved as best as he could while holding me up and started walking away with me over him. It wasn´t wrong, right? I mean, smiling with a boy your friend liked? Harry glared at James one more time, before going to sit next to Giovanna.

"Since we can't really get out of the hotel because you're not really dress, what we can do is have a pleasant walk around on each floor." James grinned when we were in front of the elevator. Our bedrooms were on the top floor, and since I'm more than curious and a little stupid, I had wanted to visit floor by floor walking. Besides, this was one of the fanciest hotels I had ever stepped on.

I nodded. "Yes! That would be so cool! But we have to go by the stairs. Not the elevator." I pleaded.

James pouted. "Please? Tallulah What's-your-surname!" He complained. "It's so easy for you to say, you're not the one walking with a heavy girl on your back."

"Are you calling me fat?" I asked. "Besides, it was your idea!" I laughed. "And the surname is McKoy."

"Ok, McKoy. Let's do this. We go two floors by stairs, and four on elevators. There're 21 floors, so it's pretty good." James offered. I thought about it (I mean, yeah, I wasn´t a feather and he was kind enough to carry me). I nodded, and we started our journey down the stairs.

I have to admit, I never had so much fun as I did in that stupid running around the hotel. I loved it. We were laughing the whole time, inventing stories for the people we saw or the places we liked. We talked about music, about boys, about girls, about Ipods. We talked about sports, about journeys, about Disney. We talked about being in a band, about being working for a band, about betrayal. We talked about everything. And we just clicked in everything.

And if it wasn´t because we thought alike, it was because our opinions complement each other.

Once we reached the lower floor, I was quite sure James Bourne was the kind of boy I could fall in love with too easily. Too easily.

James took me to the pool that was in the basement of the hotel. It was empty at that time of the evening, and we had it all to ourselves. We sat on the sofas, laughing because James almost fell, slipping in the wet floor. And even when I was seriously enjoying the moment…

It felt weird, actually. As if I knew something was about to happen, or going to happen in the future. A sentiment of expectation, anticipation. A squeezing in my guts and a tingly sensation where he had left his hand over my naked leg. And the weird urge to not mess this up and fuck him without meaning.

That surprised me more than anything.

Sex, in my life, had never had to mean something. It was great when it did mean it, but I didn't care for purely sexual and physical sex. As it was with Alex, Sean, Max, Carter, Jay, Frank, and many, many other. Even most of my boyfriends. But not with Harry.

The thing with Harry was different. Not James different, but different. It was pure lust and pleasure. He was my other half in sex. My body was made for his and his for mine.

And yet…

"Well, I'm glad." James said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at him with curiosity, asking him to go on. He smirked. "I made you smile."

I smiled at that. "Of course. But why?"

"Mike was saying that you were sulking the last days. That you were weird and all, and he didn´t think it was only because you couldn´t walk. So I offered my services." He grinned happily.

Oh.

Mike had noticed.

But I don´t know why it surprised me. Mike noticed everything of me since the very same day I met him. I mean, he knew I was going to date Alex's brother before I did it.

I guess… I guess you should known by now.

And even when I pretended I was great and strong and fantastic… Well, I really wasn´t.

This whole… confused state of mind wasn´t my normally self. No.

I'll say it really quick, so it's going to look less stupid, ok?

Here I go.

1…

2…

……….3….

MyfirstexboyfriendtheoneIalwaysknewtobeespecialisabouttogetmarriedwiththesluthecheatedonmewith.

You didn´t got it?

Fine….

My first ex boyfriend, the one I always knew to be especial, is about to get married with the slut he cheated on me with.

I know, I know.

I should be over him by now. But I wasn´t. and probably never was going to, because the slut he cheated on me with was actually my cousin, the perfect girl for my entire family. Emily Chesterfield is pretty, blonde, green-eyed, white perfect skin, smart, lawyer degree, very ladylike, kind, adequately witty, adorable, and so on. She was the apple of every person in my family's eyes, and that was the reason why no one looked bad at her for stealing her baby cousin's boyfriend. In fact, everyone thought it was normal, even natural, because "it was clear it was meant to be". And he was a bastard.

SO I was going to be doomed with no escape, because I was going to see him in every single family reunion. I wanted to crawl in a hole and died.

I probably showed something on my face, because James looked worried, and asked me if I was ok.

Was I?

No.

"It's my cousin." I said, and then explained the whole thing to him. I was proud of me I didn´t cry. It was fruitless, and I didn´t want to cry over him. He was an asshole and deserved to die… But I couldn´t get him out of my head.

James nodded slowly when I finished. "I see…" He said. I was tempted to ask him what the hell he saw. "Well, he's a son of a bitch."

I smiled a little at that, and two seconds later, I was rolling in the floor because of my laughter. James watched me amused while I laughed. "That he is!"

"So… you're invited to the wedding, right? And you can´t really say you don´t want to go…"

"Exactly." I accepted. It was easier to talk about this with him than with Mike. Mike would had made a huge scene about my family and about Darren. "My grandparents decided they weren't going to the wedding of a total bitch that deserved to be in hell because of her sluttish methods and a completely useless sissy that left a perfectly perfect adorable girl for a whore and isn't smart or strong enough to act for himself. Their words, not mine But I can´t do the same.."

James laughed. "Cool grandparents you have."

"Yeah. They're great." I nodded. "A little too pill-dependent, but cool." I smiled.

"You know what? You should get a cool boyfriend for the wedding."

I stared at him amazed. Had he just really said that?

"What? My sister Melissa forced me to watch chick flicks with her yesterday. Believe me, you can have enough of 10 things I hate about you, The wedding date, How to lose a guy in ten days and all until you have to start to think like a soap opera writer." He grinned.

"So… You're saying I have to pay someone to pretend to be my cool boyfriend?"

"Well, not exactly. I'm saying you're working for a band. And I'm sure any of them would be more than glad to pretend to be your boyfriend for a day."'

"Oh, no. No, no, no. I can´t ask them that. What if anyone knows, huh? Then it's going to reach the press and they're going to be doom. What would look like, the girl writing their book….?"

James smirked putting an arm around my shoulders. "You're too cute. What about this, then? I can pretend to be your boyfriend."

I stared at him surprised. How…? Why…?

Did I mention I was confused?

So I did the first thing that occurred to me.

I hugged him.

And by the impulse I took to jump to his neck, we went right to the floor.

Except…

There wasn´t floor there.

There was water.

I squealed right before submerging in the water with James. He had it worst, because he had my weight on him. But when we re-emerged, he was laughing his ass off. Which made me laugh in return.

"I take that as a WOW, James, you're fantastic! Thanks!!!! I love you, you're great!!!." James laughed.

I started swimming away of him, sticking my tongue out at him. "It's great idea, but isn't it too cliché?" I asked without really looking at him. I love water, and swimming was one of my favorite things. When I reached the other end, I swam back to James, who had sat on the other edge of the pool.

"Really, James. I appreciate it. But don´t you think that-…?" I started but he interrupted me.

"Look, girl. You already accepted. So, sorry for you if you want to back out now, but even if you tell me you don´t want to, I'm going to find the address and I'm going to go there to make a scene. I promise." He stated, ruffling my hair.

I smiled at him, sitting next to him. "Thanks. Really. You're great."

"Oh, girl. I know it already." James said with a wide smirk. "That's what girls keep saying to me on My space."

"I bet." I said, smacking his chest. He was wearing a white shirt that was almost transparent now over his chest thanks to the water.

Now, I do understand what boys see in girls with white wet shirts. Really. If girls with clothes like that were just as sexy as James was looking to me right now, then I was all for it. Maybe I could create a white wet t-shirts contest for boys… I'm sure a lot of girls would love it just as I love it.

"Are you ready to get going? Mike is going to kill me if I don´t take you back. He's like a father... Or and overprotective brother!" He laughed, standing up. I pouted at him. "Come on, girlie. Up, up." James said, helping me get out of the water holding me from my waist. He took me bridal style to the place where towels were, and grabbed one robe for him and one for me, helping me putting it on. He gave me a piggy back, and took me out of the pool.

We went up toward the lobby, but before we would go up the stairs, I saw Dougie. With a girl. I smirked. I knew he had something going on! It was too clear to my female self to see!

"Hide, hide!" I said in a low voice. James did as I tell him, but looked at me intrigued. "Look." I pointed toward Dougie, talking with a pretty tall girl with brunette hair.

James smirked. "He's a bastard." He laughed. As we spied on them (who were only talking, maybe a little too close of each other, but nothing else), I noticed he hadn´t left me on the floor. I touched his arms trying to make it look casual. God, he had great arms, so muscular… So that was how he managed to hold me up all this time without complaining. "Isn´t she Danny's friend?"

"How would I know?" I laughed. "Do you think we should get closer?"

"Not really." James sighed. "He's not going to do anything fun right now. He takes his sweet time to do something."

We laughed, and James took me back to the stairs. We expend the time getting up the hotel's floors thinking and plotting what was really going on with Dougie and the other girl, and thinking about their future. It was really fun, and once we reached the point of their wedding (with a huge party and a great troublesome scene with an ex), we also reached our floor.

Mike looked at us surprised, looking up of his computer to observe us. He smiled. "Finally."

"I'm so great." James stated grinning, while he left me on one of the chairs, sitting at my side.

"You know, Mike? If you were so worried, you could just ask me." I stated.

"Would you've told me?"

Damn.

"No. But I surely would have told you I didn´t want to tell you, therefore, you would know exactly something was up." I smirked. Yeap, that was a point for me.

It didn´t last long, though.

Nope.

"I knew that already." He pointed out, and then he looked at me with his cutest puppy eyes, and I was just hopeless. So I explained him everything that had happened, from my ex to my cousin, from the wedding to James offer. When I finished, Mike grinned widely, looking at James with an eyebrow arched.

"Seems like a good idea. And you know what? I'm going to get you the most gorgeous white dress ever." He announced happily.

I looked at him confused. "But… it's not supposed only the bride dress in white?"

Ok, I admit it. I was dense.

Sorry.

Mike grinned. "Think what kind of statement you're going to be making if you go in a white dress ten times better than the bride's. I actually have Narciso Rodriguez on speed dial…" He said, grabbing his phone.

I stared at him, shocked.

Narciso Rodriguez?

NARCISO RODRIGUEZ?!!!!!

"You're kidding me, right?" I stated.

Mike stopped to look at me. "No. Why would I do something like that?"

"Because you're a sadistic bastard?"

"Honey, that's you."

Oh… Yeah, ok. He's right. It's me.

"But anyway! Why you never told me you know him?! He's one of my idols!"

"So you're in love with the scary guy of the ghost hunting, and with a couturier. You're weird." James laughed.

"I just have many different likes!"

"It never came up on a conversation. I'll get you a dress from him, and then we're going to give you a limousine and bodyguards… and I bet I could find some photographers to pretend… Oh!!! And fans! We can make you look like a great journalist that even has fans!"

"Don´t you think that's going a little too far?" James interrupted, tilting his head to the side with his pretty eyes wide open.

I shook my head. Mike didn´t even pay attention to him. "When Mikey goes on a speech about soap operas, he won't stop until he's finish. Don´t worry. In the end, most of his words just disappear in the air."

"I hope so, because I don´t think it would be too comfortable to have fans stripping…"

We laughed. Yeap, Mike had really said that. He was crazy.

"Fuck." James muttered. "It's already late. My mom was waiting for me ten minutes ago…" He sighed, getting up. I pouted. I didn´t want him to leave, because I was having a lot of fun with him near me.

"Fine. I'll see you soon, right?" I said, but it was a statement more than a question.

James grinned. "Of course, Tally. What do you say about tomorrow night, dinner?"

"I say perfect!" I laughed, kissing his cheek when he leaned to say good bye.

"Want me to take you to the bedroom? It's pretty late."

I hadn´t realized it was this late, but maybe that was why none of the boys were here. They were probably having dinner. I sighed. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, Jimmy." I said, while James took me up and leaved me on my bed with a kiss on my forehead.

Mike didn´t even noticed.

Once I was alone, I put my pajamas on, and got to bed, with the TV on. I was really tired, and I wasn't even sure why. I hadn't even walked that day. So it really didn´t take me too much to close my eyes and fall completely asleep.

…Just as it didn´t took me long to woke up when I felt someone sliding under the covers next to me. I turned around still sleepy to found Harry with his hands on my waist, pushing me closer to him.

Oh, fuck.

Only then, when I saw his flaming eyes, I remembered he was attracted to James. I was really a bitch…

"Harry, sorry. I-…"

He didn´t let me say anything else. "Yeah, you should be."

"Well, I am. I didn´t know."

"The least you could do is pay it up to me." Harry said, and crashed his lips on mine, kissing me forcefully.

I gave in at first, kissing him back.

But then pushed him away.

"I don´t think we should continue this." I stated, amazed with myself. If there was something I was never going to denied, was sex. And there I was, saying no to the perfect sex god.

I was such a stupid girl…

Harry looked at me surprised, his hands abandoning my body. I missed them, actually.

"What?"

"Well… It's that… seeing how you feel, I don´t think it's a good idea to do… this…" I said, not looking at him and blushing.

"What I feel?" I could tell, he was more than confused. The poor guy had thought no one would notice…

"Yes. It would be like playing with fire, Harry. So-…"

"Those are my feelings, let me deal with them as best as I want!" He exclaimed angrily.

I blushed even more. "It's just that I don´t want you to feel bad about-…"

"Feel bad?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

Ok, this time, I wasn´t able to keep my cool. So I yelled too.

Hell!! If he was able to yell, so was I!

"About you and James!" I snapped.

Harry almost fell off the bed because of the jumping he did when he heard my words.

It took him some time to reacted, and when he did, he was trying hard not to laugh.

"What?"

"You and… James?" I said, doubting about it now.

"Don´t tell me…? Don´t tell me you think I'm gay?!"

"You aren´t?"

Now I was really confused.

"No! It's insulting you would think that of me!" He said annoyed, but soon after, he cracked up laughing. "You're something else." Harry said, leaning toward me to kiss me.

"No! Wait! Harry…" I complained, but he ignored me as he grabbed my face to kiss me again. "Wait a sec…" I pouted.

Harry looked at me. "Fine. What do you want? I feel insult, you know? You just…. Emasculated me or something."

"But I thought… I thought you were jealous." I admitted, but I couldn´t see his face because he was kissing my neck slowly and oh so hotly.

"Jealous?" Harry asked against the skin of my neck, going to my shoulder. "I was just surprised to see you there…" He accepted, but something in his voice told me otherwise.

"Fine." I nodded. So he was jealous. He probably was jealous of James, because Harry had being the one helping me not to go crazy while I wasn´t able to walk. It was clear. Right?

I can´t even start to say how sorry I am. You're free -if you still remember me, that is- to throw heavy books to my head. But it's a pretty long chapter, I hope it makes up for it somehow. Right????

Oh, wel. Tallulah is really dense in this chapter, and I don´t think I really like her right now... But you tell me. Please?? Review! To see if someone remembers this. I miss all of my reviewrs and I promise to reciprocate (sp... is that a word or I just take it out of my head???) with two or three reviews. I swear!! And long reviews, not only "Uuuh I love this, update soon!". Even if I have to ramble or something like that.

Oh, well.

That's all for now. I have the next chapter done already, so if you DO remember this and review, I'll update this tomorrow.

..... I'll update anyway, anyway. Because I fell sorry for making you all *or at least my computer, that is* for this chapter. Well.

Love!!

XOXO

PS: I'M GOING TO SEE MCFLY IN JUNE!!!!!!!!!! Just thought you all should known. For my birthday I'm going to be Mrs. Judd, Jones or Poynter. I'm not picky. I'll offer as a groupie. XD