I sat in the front seat watching Liam drive taking slow sips of my coffee every now and then. That's when I realised how his slightly spiked up hair suited him and his brown eyes were perfect and his smile even when he was growling at the idiot that carved him up, you could see his smile. His clothes matched his temporary relaxation but were still new and stylish. He was perfect. He used to be perfect, but that was in a different kind of way. This was fresh, new and shaped Liam.
It wasn't the Liam I knew...
"Oh My God! There are so many shit drivers on the flipping roads!" Liam burst hitting his hands on the steering wheel.
"Calm down, you'll set the air bag off!" I giggled.
The rest of the car journey was us laughing at the dork on the radio and Liam cursing at everyone on the road.
"We are almost there." Liam commented as the roads began to shrink.
Soon we were out side an apartment building in East London.
We left the car in silence and grabbed my stuff before walking to the lift up to the Penthouse. Suddenly my eyes were covered by Liam's hands.
"Wait a minute," he said as he guided my along what seemed like a small corridor. "Ready?"
I nodded my head and Liam's hands lift revealing a huge white room with one wall devoted to a glass window which lit up a living area the sofas were- holy crap. Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan all sat there staring up at me.
"Ummm... Hi..." I was speechless, I was surrounded by One Direction!
"Hi you must be Katie." The Louis Tomlinson said to me.
"Actually I'm not called Katie... It's K-T. It's my initials..." I corrected him in the most awkward manner.
"What's your real name then?" The Harry Styles asked me.
"It's a weird name so I'd rather not..." I replied looking into those never ending green eyes. Let's just say in the end there were two broken glasses one empty pillow case, a lot of feathers and me pinned to the floor by The Niall Horan before I told them.
"FINE! It's Kyna Tawnee (pronounced Key-na Tore-nee). It's Irish, it means 'love a green field'." I yelled.
"That's more Irish than me!" Niall whined.
"I never knew you were Irish!?" Liam said in a confused tone, "and I know everything about you!"
"I'm not. But my parents are. I've never been to Ireland and I hardly ever spend time with my parents so I didn't get the accent. You are the only people on this flipping world that know that name apart from Parents." I said innocently still pinned to the floor.
"Ohh... Do you want me to get off you now?" Harry asked, his hands on my wrists and his eyes looking down at me. Those green eyes that seemed happy beneath a his curly brown hair.
"That would be very nice." I smiled. He moved up and put out his hand to help me up. I grabbed it pulled myself to my feet and we stood there staring at each other, his hand still holding mine.
"Vas happening here?" Zayn said after a fairly loud wolf whistle. I instantly let go of Harry's hand and turned away.
Was this really happening?
Was I falling for Harry Styles?