I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving.
Fandy
Liz's p.o.v
'Pick up your phone' I thought as I called Danny for the hundredth time that day.
"Aaaaaaaah" I threw my phone onto the couch when he didn't answer. I had been trying to call them for the last two days and none of them were answering. There was only one way to do this, I slipped on a pair of shoes and headed up a few floors to their apartments. The first one I came to was Danny and Harry's, I knocked on the door a few times, nothing but I could hear a TV on in the room so I started pounding on the door.
"I know you're in there!" I yelled.
"Can I help you?" a voice from behind he asked.
"Yeah," I spun around to face him, it was Tom. "You can tell your friends that you guys need to get your shit out of my apartment before tomorrow night." I was almost yelling, "I said you could leave it there for a few days, not weeks, and someone is going to be staying in there. And tell Danny to answer his phone every once in a while!"
"He does…oh"
"Oh? Oh what?"
"We had to change our numbers because of fans." He said with a shrug.
"That's just great." I sighed, "Well, I'll see you later." I headed back to mine mumbling about Danny and what I would do it they didn't move their stuff, I was thinking about telling the fans where they lived but that might be too mean.
Tom"s p.o.v
She sounded really pissed. I told the other guys when they returned later that night and they just kind of laughed it off, saying that she was probably lying and not to worry about it. But still, I though we should get our stuff. I decided to go down at about noon to pick up my stuff.
"Hi" I said brightly as she opened the door.
"Hi?" she sounded confused as to why I was there.
"Came to get my stuff" I smiled at her, the last week I've been trying really hard to talk to her and its working we can actually have a conversation…kind of.
"I'm surprised is all, didn't think anyone would come." She let me into the apartment. I headed into her guest room and looked around. A large part of the room was taken up by the boxes and bags that we put there. I found my pile in front of the closet and was trying to figure out how I was going to get all three boxes and two bags up to my apartment.
"Need help?" I looked to see Liz sitting on a very large box with Dougie's handwriting on it.
"Actually I do," I sat down on one of my boxes.
"How can I help you?" clearly we weren't talking about boxes anymore.
"I want to have what you and Harry have…" I started to say.
"What do Harry and I have?" She gave me a puzzled look.
"You didn't let me finish. I'm jealous of Harry because I want to be close to you. I want to be able to talk to you about everything. I want to be there to hold you when you are sad. I want to touch you without you flinching. I want to laugh with you. I want to make you happy. But mostly I want to be with you." Finally I said it…maybe I said a little too much. Maybe she didn't need to know all of that, maybe it freaked her out.
"I might be able to help you," She was smiling, that's a good sign, right? Please let that be good.
"Really?" I smiled back. "What should I do?"
"First you should get your stuff out of here." She laughed.
"Yeah, don't want you angry at me," I laughed with her. Did we just laugh together? Shut up Tom, you're sounding like a teenage girl.
"Here, I'll help you carry you stuff," she stood up. We examined the stuff that I had and decided the best way to get it up stairs.
"Ok, you get that box and the smaller bag and ill take this box and bag." I said pointing to them.
"What about that one?" She pointed to the box I forgot.
"What's in it?" I asked.
"Clothes by the looks of it," she said as she opened it.
"We can kick that one down the hall." I said as I lifted my box.
"Sounds like a plan." She smiled and picked up the other box.
"So, why suddenly do you want us to get our stuff?" I asked as we got on the elevator to go to my floor.
"A friend is staying with me for a while."
"Who?"
"Jeff, he worked at the music store with me."
"Oh," I said while pushing the button for my floor trying not to sound too disappointed.
"His girlfriend kicked him out and he needs a place to stay for a few days." That's good, well not the getting kicked out by his girlfriend part but the fact that Jeff and Liz aren't together.
"What do you do now?" I asked Liz knowing that she had left her job at the store over a year ago but she had never told me what she was doing now.
"I work for a graphic design company. I design posters, advertisements, website, that kind of stuff." We reached the right floor and I started kicking the box out of the elevator and down the hall.
"Where do you want them?" Liz asked walking into Dougie and my apartment.
"Um, I guess in my bedroom." I said leading the way. "Anywhere is good." I dropped the ones I was caring onto the floor.
"I would but I'm kind of stuck…" she was struggling with the bag. I laughed and walked over to help her.
"Ah, my knight in shining armor." She laughed as I untangled her necklace from the bag. "Thanks," she was smiling at me.
"Welcome," I couldn't help but smile back. Was she really stand here, less than a foot away from me, we were so close maybe I should-
"I have to go, sorry," her voice interrupted my thoughts. Damn.
"That's ok, see you later?" I didn't mean it to come out as a question but it did.
"Sure," she said turning and leaving.
"Where's Blake?" Jess asked while they were all eating dinner. Everyone stopped and looked at each her.
"Andrew's parents took him for the day." Liz replied noticing that everyone was looking at her and Jess.
"How do you know about Blake?" Dougie asked Jess.
"Who's Blake?" Sarah asked looking around.
"Oops…" Jess looked at Liz for help.
"You got your self into this don't look at me for help." Liz laughed,
"I knew about Blake the same way you knew where to find Liz." Jess glared across at Harry.
"Oops…" this time it was Harry. "Yeah, sorry about that Jess."
"What's going on?" Danny asked confused.
"Well, Liz and I kind of wrote letters to each other." Jess hesitated. "We have been doing it since she left, and Harry found them. That's how he knew where to come."
"You could have told us," said Sarah.
"I know but I couldn't."
"So you knew about Blake all along?" Danny stared at Jess.
"Um…yeah."
"No offence, but what's so important about Blake?" Tom questioned, everyone turned to look at him.
