Liam and I went for several walks that week. Harry had been busy all the time, which made me call Liam when I needed someone to talk to. I didn't know the other boys that well yet, but I didn't worry about it, I had lots of time. Liam and I became really close during that week. After knowing him for less than two weeks, he was one of my best friends. We ate lunch together, walked (of course) and had lots of fun. I'd never met someone as caring and kind as Liam. I'd told him about my and Sophie's friendship, and how much I missed her. Liam actually suggested I'd ask her to come visit us. "She can't afford it, I don't have enough money either," I told him. "Oh. That sucks for you. I'd miss the lads a lot if I didn't get to see them for the whole summer." Tears ran slowly down my cheeks. I wiped them away, but Liam noticed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry," I said. He didn't say anything, just pulled me into a hug. As he put his arms around me, I saw a light flashing at us. Then one more, and then all I could see was flashing light. "What's that?" He didn't need to answer. I knew it was paparazzi when I saw one of the cameras the flash had come from. "We should probably head back home," he said. I nodded. Liam took my hand and dragged me away from the paparazzi, which had now started asking questions. "Are you dating?" one of them asked. "What's your name?" "Are you in love?"
"I should've been more careful," Liam apologized when we were home. "I should've worn a hoodie or something," he continued. "It's not your fault," I tried to say like I didn't mind being in the newspapers, but he noticed I was upset. "I'm genuinely sorry Nora. I know it will be hard dealing with all the rumours that's to come. I feel so bad," Liam said. "Don't, please. I didn't want this, but it had to happen sooner or later. I'm with you guys every day; it would be hard to hide me forever. " Liam hugged me. "We'll make you get used to being recognised on the street slowly."
Their apartment was done that day. The guys spent the rest of the day moving. I helped for half an hour before I went home. Harry drove me. "What've you been up to all week?" I asked. "You know, I've done … stuff," he said pretending he concentrated on the driving. "I've done stuff too, but that doesn't actually say anything about what I've done," I grinned. "Okay, I've been seeing some old friends," he told after a while. "Rosie?" I asked. Harry looked confused at me. "How do you-". I smiled. "Liam told me. Why didn't you? You know you can talk to me about anything, eh?" I asked. "I know. I just thought, well, because of the kiss … ". Harry didn't look at me. "Harry. We both were confused and tired, the kiss meant nothing. Please don't hide anything from me again," I begged. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything you'd want to know," Harry said.
The boys' flat were in London. I'd decided to book into a hotel there to be closer to them. At least one good thing came out of living from a suitcase. Harry had insisted on paying for the hotel until I could afford my own flat. I wanted to say no, but couldn't. I'd never be able to by my own place if I used all my money on a hotel. Without a job it was hard to even afford food and other necessary things. As you might have understood, I'll be living in England. I love it here; therefore I made my two months visit into a two years one. Maybe I'd stay longer, but first of all I needed to get a job.
I spent the most of the day watching television and reading. The boys had a lot to do these days, and I wanted to give them some space. I hadn't gone out that much. From what I'd read the paparazzi had found out my name and they all thought I was Liam's girlfriend. I knew I wouldn't be able to say the right things if they asked me, which made staying at my hotel room the easiest. I'd let Liam deal with those questions. "Knock, knock!" I heard someone shouting. I recognized the voice as Louis'. "Wait a sec," I said whilst getting up from the couch and turning the telly off. When I opened the door, five well-known faces were in front of me. "Hi," I said with a sleepy voice. "Nora, it's four in the afternoon. You should be out of you pyjamas by now," Liam said. "I know, but it's so comfy-". I closed my mouth when I saw the sixth face. The girl saw my reaction and reached her hand out. "I'm Rosie," she said with an innocent voice.
Rosie seemed like a nice girl. Harry cared a lot about her, which wasn't hard to tell from the way he held his arms around her. I couldn't help but being jealous. I've never seen anyone as pretty as her. She fitted right into every boys dream girl with those green eyes you've got to look into and that blond well treated hair. I was the opposite. My hair was way too dark for my skin tone, and was always put in a ponytail. "Go get dressed Nora, we'll take you out for dinner," Liam said. I did so. For the first time in what had to be ages, I put some makeup on, curled my hair slightly and put on a set of nice clothes. Maybe I'd match up to Rosie with this. When I came back to the living room, where they all sat in the couch, I was met by "wow" and "you look great". I felt prettier than I'd done in a long time, and I liked getting compliments.
We couldn't all fit into a car, so I sat with Liam, Harry and Rosie. After something that didn't seem like more than five minutes, we arrived at a luxurious Italian restaurant. Harry and Rosie were the first to get out of the car, followed by me and Liam. I could see from the red carpet that this was going to be expensive. "Uh, Liam, I can't afford this," I said. He took my hand as a friendly guest. "We're best mates, Nora, I'm paying. Don't you try to say no," Liam said. I grinned. "Best mates, eh? I'll prefer best friend." He laughed. "Okay, best friend then." He let go of my hand as we closed the door to the car. "Fuck," I said when I noticed the paparazzi. "That's one of the reasons we're here," Liam said to me. "We both need to get used to you being famous." "Huh, famous?" I asked confused. "Yeah, everyone talks about you. Someone has seen those photos we took at the photo shoot, and they want you-" Liam stopped. "I'll tell you later," he said. "I'm starving."