I slowly stood, gathering my bearings before making my way outside. I was confused; I didn't know where my bag was. That was when I saw a sign that said 'Baggage Claim' and some other people from my plane making their way toward it. The airport smelled like sweaty people, but that was probably because there were so many people around me. I took a deep breath, telling myself not to get claustrophobic now, not when I needed to be calm the most. I made my way to baggage claim and spotted my bag instantly. Quickly, I grabbed it and was immediately shoved into a crowd of people. After a few moments of being pushed around, I was near tears. Finally, I saw a man in a suit and sunglasses, holding a sign with my name on it; he looked to be about Father's age. I swallowed and walked over to him cautiously.

"Are you Catherine Tomlinson?" He asked me in a thick British accent.

"I prefer Cassie." I said quietly. He just chuckled.

"Come with me."

"Are you Louis?" I questioned in my ever quiet voice.

The man laughed loudly, and it occured to me for the first time the possibility that this man wasn't my brother. But you can't blame me for thinking he was; after all, I had no clue how old Louis was.

"No; I'm not Lou." The man responded, still chuckling softly.

I looked at him curiously. "Who are you, then?" My eyes widened. "I apologize; I didn't mean to be rude." I mumbled, looking down uncertainly.

The man looked at me curiously for a moment; I realized a lot of people had been doing that lately... He smiled at me.

"It's not a problem at all. Actually, I'm just a driver." He smiled again, and I noticed we had reached a sleek black... limo, I think, is what it's called...

Confused, I took his offered hand and nervously got into the limo. I looked around. It was really a nice vehicle, despite the fact that I didn't like vehicles.

I wanted to call for the man, to ask if the ride would be as nerve-wracking as the first one I had received, but I didn't know his name. "Um; hello?" I called awkwardly. I heard a muffled chuckle from the front, then the voice became clearer:

"Yes, Miss?" I felt my cheeks burn slightly.

"I; um; er;" I stuttered. "I just wanted to know what your name was...?" I asked cautiously. "But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I mumbled quickly. He just chuckled again.

"My name, Miss? It's Thomas." His voice sounded like he was smiling, but I wasn't quite sure.

I felt my lips curve up slightly at the sides, and I relaxed back into my seat. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again.

I woke to someone shaking me, much like on the plane, but this time it was someone with a rougher grip. I gasped and pulled away into the corner of wherever I was, drawing my knees to my chest and shaking. I waited until the pain had ebbed slightly before I peered over my knees. Thomas was bent into the doorway of the limo, staring at me, mouth slightly agape. "I-I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to frighten you."

I gulped. "Y-you didn't frighten me, I j-just have a few... b-bruises on my sh-sh-shoulders." I mumbled.

Thomas was already holding my bag and smiling softly at me. He held out his hand. I took it, still shaking slightly, and let him help me out of the limo. I looked up at the massively large building in front of me. I could sense Thomas standing beside me. "Erm..." He scratched his head. I looked at him curiously; he looked back at me. "Lou isn't home right now... but his best mate Harry is, I'm sure. Here's your own key," He pulled a card of some sort out of his back pocket and handed it to me, "but if you ever forget it or lose it, you can just ring and Harry or Lou will let you in. Most of the time, at least one of the lads are home..." He looked at me again and smiled. "You can just go right in." He gestured to the door.

I smiled at him, one of my rare genuine smiles. "Thank you, Thomas."

He grinned at me, and handed over my suitcase bag.

Taking it graciously, I thanked him one last time, and headed into the hotel. The woman at the desk in front of me just smiled when I walked in. I didn't really notice any details; I kept my head completely down. I had never been in a hotel before, but, since I saw people coming in and out of the... elevator, I presumed, I went in myself. Luckily, no was that could see how clueless I was was in there with me. I was going out on a limb here, but I assumed the buttons on the elevator wall signaled the floor numbers. Scanning the card Thomas had given me, I pressed the button with the number five. I didn't have to wait at all until my stomach lurched, and I gasped, clenching my teeth and bearing through it, until I heard the elevator ding. I jumped when the doors opened, but I slowly made my way out of the elevator and into the hallway. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. Right now I just wanted to cry myself to sleep, like any other night. Opening my eyes, I forced myself to look at the card again. I followed the numbers along the wall until I found a door with a number on top of it that matched the number on the card. I took a deep breath and examined the thin slot near the door handle. My eyes widened, and I figured that I should put the card in the slot. I smiled when the light turned green, but the smile faded into nervousness as I opened the door slowly.

"HELLO DARE!" was immediately shouted in my face. I cowered back into my jacket, but then... all was quiet. I peered out of my jacket, and was greeted with two grinning faces. I shrieked and pulled my hood down over my face. One of them laughed and pulled it off my head.

I stared at them for a moment. The one who had yelled in my face and almost scared me to death had shaggy brown hair and was grinning. He was wearing a red and white stripped shirt with suspenders and jeans that were rolled up slightly at the bottom.

I looked at the other boy, the one that had pulled my hood off of my head. He had messy, curly hair and was wearing jeans and a blue shirt. He was smiling and shaking his head.

I cocked my head to the side. "Who's who?" I asked quietly.

The one in the striped shirt grinned at me. "I'm Lou, your favorite brother!" One side of my mouth turned up.

"You're my only brother, and I've only just met you, so how could you be my favorite already?" He pouted. I just smiled and turned to the other boy.

He smiled at me. "I'm Hazza. Or Haz. Or Harry. Whichever is fine." He said.

"Nice to meet you, Harry. Does he do this all the time?" I asked, gesturing to Louis, who was fake-crying on Harry's shoulder.

"She hates me, Haz!" He fake-sobbed, as Harry nodded, rolling his eyes.

I smiled at Louis when he finally got over his fit. He pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! I got her to smile!" He pulled me into an unexpected, bone-crushing hug.

I gasped, trying to pull away. He let me go instantly, eyes wide. My lower lip was trembling. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I just... have a few bruises on my back. And my shoulders. And everywhere else." I whispered the last part to myself and smiled sadly when Harry looked at me curiously.

They both frowned, but changed the subject nonetheless.

"Aren't you tired?" Harry asked. "Jet lag and all..."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Jet lag?"

Louis' mouth fell open.

"You don't know what jet lag is?" Harry questioned curiously.

My cheeks burned as I lowered my head. "No." I muttered quietly.

Harry raised my chin and smiled at me. "It's alright, love." He took my bag from me. "I'll explain jet lag to you later. The point is, are you tired?"

I pulled my hood back over my head and ducked to cover the fact that my face was on fire. "Um; yes; a bit." I muttered, head lowered.

"Follow me." Harry said, smiling when I looked up at him. He moved out of the room and into a little hallway. There were three rooms altogether: two on the left side, and one on the right. Harry opened the door to the one on the right and went inside. I followed him cautiously, watching as he gently set my bag down at the end of the bed. I was still awkwardly standing in the doorway when Louis came in.

"Hello again, Catherine!" He said, smiling.

I couldn't help but smile a little at how happy he seemed. "Hello Louis, but I'd like if you called me Cassie instead of Catherine."

He grinned widely at me. "Alright, Cassie. But that means you have to call me Lou instead of Louis now."

I nodded slightly. I could do that... if I remembered to.

"Right! Back to business now." Harry said, suddenly, startling me. I jumped. "I'm sorry, Cassie." He said, looking at me. I couldn't tell what emotion his eyes held. The only I had ever seen on anyone's face when talking to me was anger, disgust, annoyance, and hate, so... I wasn't quite sure what to make of his expression. I just nodded. He smiled at me. "Right; so, they boys will be over in about an hour to meet you. We'll be going out to Nandos for dinner."

Nandos? Dinner? Going out?

Louis must have noticed how confused I looked, because he said, "Nandos is a food place here in England. It's our mate, Niall's, favorite place to eat, and we go there quite often, so that's where we're going tongiht." He must have noticed that I still looked confused. "What? He asked. "Is it because Nandos is a weird name or because Niall is a weird name?" He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then laughed. "I'm joking."

I just stared at him for a moment, then said, quietly, of course, "There are places you can go to eat?"

He looked at me strangely. "Of course. Didn't your parents ever take you out to eat?" I shook my head, and he looked shocked. "Never?" I shook my head again. "Not even on a special occassion, like your birthday or Christmas or Thanksgiving or any other time?" I bit my lip and shook my head once again.

"My parents didn't celebrate my birthday, and I wasn't allowed to celebrate their birthdays or holidays with them." Lou's jaw dropped. I hung my head again, and sighed. There was so much I didn't know and hadn't experienced...

But my chin was lifted up for the second time that night. I looked into Louis' grinning face. "Apparently, your Mum and Dad were a bit over protective!" He smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry; I shall be an amazing big brother and teach you everything you don't know about this strange world we live in!" He boasted in a loud voice, then looked at me. I surpressed the urge to giggle. "Did you ever go anywhere but school and home?" I shook my head.

Lou shook his head. "I shall leave you to shower and get dressed." He said, turning toward the door, but stopped himself halfway there. "Oh, and wear a dress." He said, winking at me.

"Um; Lou?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"I don't own a dress." I mumbled.

He gasped dramatically. "Every female has at least one dress!"

I shook my head. "I don't."

He looked at me suspiciously. "Are you sure you're female?"

This time I couldn't hold in my gigle. "Yes, Lou; I'm positive that I'm female."

He looked at me suspiciously for another short moment, then caved. His face cracked into a smile. "Well, I have a dress of my sister's that you can borrow. Go shower! I'll leave it outside the door for you." He bolted out the door before I could ask him why he had a dress of his sister's... well, I guess she's my sister now, also.

I decided to explore my new room a bit before tackling the challenge of finding where the restroom was. My plans were smashed, though, when I heard Harry's amused voice behind me. "That's Louis for you." I jumped... again. I had forgotten he was in the room. He sighed and shook his head, smiling slightly. "Maybe I should be louder so I don't scare you as much?" He suggested. My mouth turned up a little at the corners. He grinned. "There's that smile I was looking for." I giggled slightly.

He grinned again. "I suppose, in his rush to find his dress," Harry said, amused, "Lou forgot to show you where the loo is."

I shrugged. "It appears so." I said, smiling a little.

He smiled. "Once again, follow me." He said, walking toward the door that I assumed was the closet in my new room. I was confused, but I had no choice but to follow him. He opened the closet door, revealing another large room, though smaller than the one we were just in, and with clothing racks leaning against all four walls, which were a light, airy blue, as in the bedroom, and the carpet was a soft, dark blue... again, like in the bedroom.

When I stopped going over the oversized closet with my eyes, I noticed Harry leaning against a door on the wall of the closet opposite me. A small smile grazed across my lips. "This is a very large home you have." I said quietly. Harry just smirked.

"Being famous and having tons of money does has its perks. Besides, this is only temporary, while we're in town. By the way, Lou picked out this room specifically for you. He picked out the carpet, the walls, all the furniture, and even had them add your own private loo." He said, gesturing to the door he was leaning on. "He's been really excited about having a new little sister." Harry rolled his eyes. "It was really getting on everyone's nerves." He grinned at somewhere behind me in the doorway. "Speaking of the devil..."

"Hey!" Lou shouted from the closet doorway. "Talking about me?" He asked, grinning goofily and awkwardly holding a silver dress in his hands.

I bit my lip and swallowed hard, looking at the dress. "Lou?" I asked quietly. He looked at me and smiled, handing me the dress. I shook my head, eyes wide. "I really don't need to wear a dress; especially not your sister's..." I trailed off.

"Our sister's." He corrected me. "You're family now." He said, pinching my cheek, and I swatted his hand away. There were bruises there... "Sorry." He whispered to me, but slipped the dress into my hands, crossing his arms so I couldn't give it back to him. I sighed. He tunred away from me and looked at Harry. "HAZZA!" He shouted.

"BOO BEAR!" Harry shouted back.

Louis scowled, but raced over to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "How about we go do a twitcam and leave Cassie alone to get ready, yeah?" Harry nodded and followed Louis out of the closet and bedroom.

I shook my head, but smiled a little. I think I was going to like those boys. They were like adorable little kids. I had spoken more to them than I had ever spoken before in my life. They had both made me smile, and laugh, which are two things I hadn't really known I could do. I had thought that those two things were talents other people had that I didn't. Apprently, I had been wrong.

Anxious to please, I made my way into the 'loo' quickly, shut the door, and locked it. Peeling off my clothes, I stared at myself in the mirror in horror. I looked horrible. There were bruises and cuts all over. Not to mention I was the ugliest person I'd ever seen. I had long, wavy, dark brown hair that went halfway down my back, but was currently straightened, since Mother had never let me keep it wavy, large brown eyes, and thick eyelashes. I just shook my head at my hideous reflection and got into the shower. I have always loved water, and still do, but I hate showers because I couldn't stand wet hair. I mean, I didn't mind other peoples' wet hair, I just couldn't stand the feel of my own wet hair. But I washed my hair nevertheless, letting it be wavy for the first time in my life, and, after lathering myself with soap and rinsing it off multiple times, I finally got out. I wrapped myself in a warm, fuzzy towel I found waiting for me on the sink, and stared at the dress dubiously. How was this going to work? I could still wear my jacket, I supposed, which would cover up most of the bruises and cuts, and the only shoes I had were my combat boots... but that leaves some of my legs. I sighed and slipped the dress on, wrinkling my nose at myself in the mirror. The dress was pretty, but I made it look terrible. I was surprised it even fit. There were thin, transparent straps on my shoulders, and silky silver flowed from there to my waist, where it tightened into a comfortable ribbon. From there it just flowed. It was a beautiful dress, just not on me. I sighed, put my jacket on, snatched up my boots, and walked cautiously out of the closet, my bedroom, and into the hallway. From there all I could hear was Louis. He was screaming. I placed my hands over my ears tightly until I was sure the screaming had stopped. I warily walked down the hallway and peered into the main room to see Lou tackling a boy in a hug; the boy was laughing while trying to keep himself steady and upright. I looked around to see Harry with two other boys, talking and laughing on their couch. Suddenly I was nervous. I waited until everyone was quieter and just talking before I called, quietly, "Lou?" He heard me. I saw his head turn in my direction and quickly ducked back into the hallway as I saw the boy he'd tackle-hugged look over, also.

"Be right back!" Lou chirped happily to everyone.

Then I saw his shaggy head pop up next to me. "What's up, little sis?" He asked, ruffling my hair. "Wanna come out and meet the boys?"

I bit my lip. "Now?" I asked, quietly.

Lou laughed. "Aw; are you nervous?"I covered my red face with my hair, and that's when he noticed the dress. His jaw dropped.

My eyes fiilled with tears. "Yes; I know; it looks stupid on me and I should probably go take it off now." I struggled to keep my voice steady and immediately turned to run back to my room, but Louis grabbed my arm. I gasped; even through my jacket, he had grasped a bruise.

He covered his mouth with his hand. "God; I'm sorry, Cassie. I keep forgetting about you being hurt..."

Robotically, I repeat the sentence I was told by my parents to always use when people tried to apologize to me. "No; it's my fault; I apologize. Please, forgive me?" I mumbled, my head bowed, staring at the floor as if there were something interesting there. I heard rather than saw his jaw drop this time.

"Cassie, don't say that; it's not your fault you're bruised. Whoever did this to you is at fault!"

My eyebrows furrowed. "Father says it's my fault for being alive and that he and Mother are just punishing me for that."

Louis looked at me incredulously before dropping the matter. "Cassie, we will talk about this later." He said gently. "I want you to tell me everything about your life before you came here."

I nodded reluctantly. "There's not much to tell, though."

"It doesn't matter." He said, firmly. "Right now, what matters is that you look beautiful in that dress and I'm going to prove it to you."

I looked up at him, confused, before I noticed that he had grabbed my hand and was dragging me into the main room, where all the boys were silent and watching, and, by then, it was too late to protest.

"Okay; this is how this is going to go!" Louis said happily. "We're going to keep it simple and vote." The boys shot each other and him confused glances. "Whomever thinks Cassie is absolutely gorgeous in this dress, raise your hand." I shrank back into my jacket and peered out slightly as understanding lighted their faces and all four raised their hands, including Lou, who was still standing next to me. I ducked my head once again to hide my red face when I noticed one of the boys staring at me intensely.

"Right!" Louis said, smiling. "With that settled, how about introductions and then off to dinner!" They all cheered.

Lou pointed to the one with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. "Cassie, this is Zayn; Zayn, this is Cassie."

He smiled at me. "Pleased to meet you."

I felt the blood fill my cheeks again. "Hello..." I mumbled.

Lou turned to the one with light brown hair and light brown eyes. "Cassie, this is Liam; Liam, this is Cassie."

Liam's warm eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello, Cassie. Nice to meet you."

"Erm; hello..." I mumbled... again. Amazing with words, aren't I?

Finally, Lou turned to the one with blonde hair and blue eyes. The one he had tackled, the one who'd stared at me so intently. "Cassie, this is Niall; Niall, this is Cassie."

He smiled at me, and I just about fainted. I managed an "Uh; erm..."

Niall just laughed. "Pleased to meet you, Cassie!" He said in a thick Irish accent. I sneaked a peek at him; his cheeks were tinged slightly red.

Louis was grinning like a madman next to me.

"FOOD!" Everyone all shouted at once, practically busting down the door, arguing over who got to sit where, and what not. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out whether I should follow or not. I pulled on my combat boots.

Suddenly, I saw Niall's blonde head pop back into the room.

"Coming?" He asked, in that adorable Irish accent of his.

I gulped. "Am I supposed to?"

He chuckled. "Well, Louis did lead us to believe that a beautiful lady was supposed to accompany us for dinner, so... I'm assuming that would be you?" He smiled cheekily at me. I'm sure my face was on fire.

"Oh; no." I mumbled, my voice barely audible. "I'm hardly beautiful and Louis did question whether or not I was a lady earlier..."

Niall chuckled. "That sounds like Lou." He moved farther into the room and reached out his arm to me. "May I?" He asked. I gulped, but nodded. His arm snaked around my waist and I shivered. "You're actually very beautiful." He mumbled in my ear, and my face went up in flames.

Before I could protest, I heard Lou's voice from downstairs. "Nialler! Cassie!" He whined. "We're starving out here!"

Not moving his arm from around my waist, Niall escorted me out of the hotel and to the limo waiting on the sidewalk. Thomas was standing beside the door, grinning at me. "Hello, Thomas." I greeted politely, smiling. He smiled back at me, and moved to get into the driver's seat, as Niall went to help me inside the limo.

I was seated between Niall and Lou, while Harry, Zayn, and Liam were across from us. I braced myself for the ride. It went a lot smoother than expected, but it still made me nauseous. I could hear the boys talking around me the entire ride, but I couldn't see them or anything because my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

I could feel the car slowing down and knew we were about to stop. I opened my eyes warily. All five boys were staring at me with worried expressions. My face burned. "I j-just... Don't like moving things much..." I muttered as explanation. Zayn chuckled.

Then the door swung open, and Niall got out, reaching in to help me out.

I didn't have time to get a good look at the place in front of me; all I saw were flashing lights, a mob of people, and cameras all over the place. I let out an involuntary cry and felt Niall's arm wrap around my waist as Lou's wrapped gently around my shoulder's and they began pushing through the crowd. I tried to keep my head down so no one would see me or touch me, but I was jostled so hard I ended up crying out again. When we finally reached the door and were able to go inside, I bit my lip to keep from sobbing on the spot.

Lou unwound his arm from my shoulders, but Niall kept his around my waist. "Are you claustrophobic?" He asked. I just nodded and bit my lip harder.

"Cassie! Niall!" I heard Louis shout across the room, and cringed, but looked up. Lou, Zayn, Harry, and Liam were all already seated in a booth on the other side of the room. Niall led me over, and we sat next to Zayn. Lou was across from me. There were long, thick pieces of plastic with paper inside on the table. Zayn, Harry, Niall, and Liam were looking at them intently, but Louis was looking at me.

"I have two things to say." He announced loudly. "First of all, Cassie," He addressed me, "I'm not an expert on fashion, but why are you wearing combat boots with a dress?"

I could feel my cheeks filling with color. "These are the only shoes I have." I mumbled.

Lou nodded. "Thought so. Which is why Danielle and Eleanor are taking you shopping tomorrow." He grinned at me. "Second matter of business," He turned to the rest of the boys. "Cassie has never been out to eat before, and I'm quite positive that she has no clue whatsoever what she's doing. I would help her, but I'm too hungry. So help her." He turned his face to one of the plastic things on the table. Zayn glared at him, but Louis either ignored him or didn't notice.

My eyebrows furrowed. Niall chuckled beside me and handed me one of the plastic things. "Just look over the menu and choose whatever you want to eat." He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "And, for the record, I think the boots with the dress are perfectly fine. You look beautiful with or without them."

I let my hair fall over my face, which I'm sure was even more red than before. Niall just chuckled and turned back to his 'menu'.

Looking at my 'menu', I tried to figure out all the different foods there. The only thing I'd ever eaten was a couple different fruits, a couple different vegetables, and a piece of bread per week. I set the menu down on the table and just stared at it blindly, not really seeing anything. I looked up at Louis, who was smiling at me. "And what would you like to eat?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I've never eaten anything but fruit, vegetables, and bread. I don't know what any of this is." Lou's eyebrows furrowed.

Niall turned to Louis. "I'll order for her." He said, grinning.

Order?

I surpressed a gasp of surprise when a woman in a uniform, holding a pad and pencil, walked up to the table. "What would you like to order?" She asked in a heavy British accent.

The boys all responded with different things that I didn't understand. Niall ordered for me, I assume; I didn't hear because I was too busy trying to figure out what the things the boys had ordered were.

I sat quietly as the boys chatted, and watched as Niall pulled out a... right, a phone. I think it was the new kind, an iPhone, right? I remember. I had seen kids with them all over the school, and I didn't know what it did, but I had wanted one. When I had gone home and asked for one, I woke up the next morning aching so badly I could hardly move. I sighed, softly.

Niall looked at me. "Cassie, what's your phone number?"

"I don't have a phone...?" I said, but it came out as more of a question.

Apparently the other boys had been listening. Zayn's jaw dropped. "You don't have a phone?!" I shook my head.

"How do you live?!" Louis exclaimed dramatically, before shaking his head. "I'll tell Eleanor to make sure she buys you one tomorrow." He shook his head again and grinned at me. "I can't have a little sister without a phone." He cooed. I just stared at him for a moment, confused, the information not really registering yet. Then the lady from earlier came back. Thankfully, I managed not to jump... this time.

"Here you are." She chirped happily, and set plates with all different kinds of food in front of us.

I inspected everyone's plates with narrowed eyes, and they all took turns explaining to me all the main foods that their food was made up of, so that I had a better understanding of what they all were. I inspected my plate last. It looked like two pieces of bread, with something strange in between. Niall chuckled when I asked him what it was. "Cassie, that's chicken."

I looked at him curiously. "The animal?"

He laughed. "Yes, the animal."

My eyebrows furrowed, but I stopped inspecting my food and ate it instead; it tasted wonderful. It was slightly awkward for me, eating in front of the boys, since I had never eaten in front of anyone before in my life, but the awkwardness left the building when I looked over and saw Niall eating. He was eating like he'd never eaten before, whereas my stomach could only take 3/4 of my 'sandwhich', I think was what they had called it. I actually ended up laughing uncontrollably at Niall, which made everyone else laugh, too, including Niall himself. I realized today, for the first time, that it feels really great to laugh, and I'd try to do it a lot more often. It makes me feel great.

After everyone was finished with their food, Lou offered to pay for everything, which made me remember, (quite happily, I might add), that I still had some money that the principal had given me a long time ago 'if I ever needed it'.

After arguing for a while over who got to pay, it was finally decided that Liam would pay, and we got up to leave. Which is when I remembered all the people outside from before. I shrank back when we reached the door, but I noticed that everyone had gone. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Once I finally figured out that I was still tensed and that the boys were waiting for me, I took a deep breath and a tentative step outside. No one bombarded me. I breathed in the fresh night air, before moving forward with the boys to the limo and letting Thomas help me in.

We were in a slightly different seating position this time. Lou and Harry were sitting next to me, I was by the window, Niall was across from me, and Zayn and Liam were sitting next to him. I hid my face and clenched my teeth the entire ride, but, whenever I as much as glanced up, I could see Niall staring at me; I could feel him staring at me even when I looked back down to hide my blushing face.

When we finally arrived, Niall helped me out and we all went into the hotel together. I was confused. Did Liam, Niall, and Zayn live here, also? I felt a small tinge of pride when we reached the elevator and Lou did the same thing I had done earlier that night and I realized that I had figured out, on my own, how to work an elevator.

When we reached the hotel room we were 'temporarily', as Harry had said, staying in, I ignored everyone as soon as I was inside and went straight to my room, locking the door.