It isn't edited yet, so my apologies for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Xx

It was pretty awkward in the kitchen after everyone was gone. Louis was still making my breakfast.

I yawned.

Lou shook his head. "You," he pointed whatever he was holding at me. "need to wake up earlier."

I shrugged. "I," I pointed at myself. "don't need to be at interviews early in the morning."

He grinned at me. "Touché."

I grinned back at him.

A few more moments of silence.

"Okay," he said, plopping a plate of food down in front of me. "Breakfast for two!" He grinned, sitting across from me."

We ate breakfast in more silence. Zayn and Liam didn't return, and neither did Niall. I tried not to think about it. Why did he make breakfast for me?

Liam followed me. Why did he follow me?

"Why did you follow me again?" I groaned, shoving my fingers through my hair anxiously.

He shrugged. "You looked upset."

I lifted my face from my hands and glared at him. He lifted his hands in defense. "I'm only trying to help. Don't take your anger out on me. Don't take it out on Zayn, either." My fists automatically clenched. "He didn't do anything he thought was wrong. It's partly your fault for deciding to do it for her anonymously. It goes without saying that she was going to find out somehow."

"I've been doing it since she got here! And Zayn just decided that all of a sudden he wanted to let her know?!"

Liam was silent.

"Whatever you do, don't take your anger out on Zayn. He was just trying to help."

"Help?" I said through clenched teeth. "How is that helping anything? He knew I didn't want her to know; you've all been sworn to secrecy." All my anger was drained. Now I was just left feeling anxious, betrayed, exhausted, and maybe, if I was admitting things to myself, a little hopeful.

"Did you ever think that her knowing that you make her breakfast every morning could be beneficial to you? Why do you not want her to know so bad?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I didn't have an answer.

"Exactly." Liam said. "Maybe you should just face it, face her."

I didn't know how I could face her after that. It felt like Zayn had ruined my life with that one, innocent little sentence. Not even a full sentence, really. But there was nothing I could do about it. On the other hand, though, I didn't know why I was so afraid to face her. So I made her breakfast every morning, is that so bad? Why would she yell at me for helping? But, then again, maybe she'd be angry at me for not telling her that it's me who always makes her breakfast.

A door slammed closed. Liam stood. "I'm going to go get ready. Don't kill Zayn, alright? Promise me you won't kill him." I looked up as Zayn walked into the room. I glared at him, then Liam. Liam glared back.

After a moment, I sighed, muttering, "Fine."

Liam was still glaring. "Promise."

"I promise." I said through clenched teeth.

He nodded, satisfied, and went away, smiling at Zayn as he did.

"You sound like a girl!" I called after him; he ignored me.

Zayn was standing in the doorway of the bunk room, looking nervous. I sighed. "You can come in, you know. I'm not going to kill you." I called. "Yet." An added mutter.

I didn't watch to see whether he had come in or not; I covered my head with the blanket on my bunk, inhaling deeply. It smelled like Cassie...

"Seriously?" I asked excitedly.

He grinned. "Yep!"

Holding in a squeal, I jumped up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you!"

He chuckled. "It's just a concert."

I stared at him pointedly.

"Okay; I know you've never been to a concert before, but, still, its just a concert."

I glared at him, arms crossed. "I'm excited and nothing you can say can deter that."

He raised his hands in defense. "Whatever you say!" He said, chuckling as he left the room.

Zayn walked in as he left. "What's he laughing about?" His thumb jutted over his shoulder after Louis, who was still laughing at me.

I pouted, over being angry at him. "He's laughing at me."

"Aw; why?" He asked, jumping on the ledge of the sink.

"Because I get to go to my first concert tonight, so I'm excited, and he thinks its not very big so he was laughing at me."

Zayn raised his eyebrows. "Our concerts are pretty big."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure he meant it metaphorically, as in its not that big a deal."

"What? Our concerts are very much a big deal!" He said, faking hurt.

I sighed. "Zayn, I'm not in the mood."

His grin turned into a frown.

"What's wrong?"

I shrugged. "I don't know; just not in a very good mood." That was partly true. I had been thinking about Niall all morning. At first I was shocked. I hadn't suspected at all that it was him who made my breakfast in the morning; I had thought it was Lou being a good brother but not telling me about it to protect his 'manhood'. I mentally shook my head. Childhood was more like it, when it comes to Louis Tomlinson. When I'd gotten over my initial shock, I'd been overwhelmed by how sweet he was. That feeling didn't last long; it was instantly replaced with a growing suspicion. I suddenly remembered what Liam had said to me that morning completely clearly, even though it had entered my brain in a groggy, garbled state. 'You know Niall fancies you, right?' It took me a moment, but I remembered what that meant soon enough; it was one of the first things Danielle and Eleanor had taught me.

Swallowing hard, I forced a smile at Zayn and went to go find my phone in the bunk room. I'm guessing the lump on Niall's bunk was Niall. I suppressed a giggle, trying not to make a sound as I grabbed my phone from where it lay on my bunk.

Opening it, I checked the two messages I had from my new Mom. Over the last week and a half, I had actually talked to her and my new sisters a lot; I thought of them as family already. I was even able to call her Mom without it feeling weird anymore. If course, it was still peculiar using the word 'mom' instead of 'mother', but I figure I'll get over that quickly.

'How's Louis? I miss him; tell him to call me!'

'Forget that. How are you? You haven't texted or called in a few days; I've gotten worried :('

I smiled and texted her back:

'I'm fine :) just been busy sleeping ;) ill tell Lou to call. Xx'

Opening a new message, I addressed it to Eleanor:

'Um; this morning Liam told me something interesting...'

I didn't have to wait long for her reply:

'Don't just leave me hanging like that! What'd he say?!'

I smiled.

'He said, and I quote, "You know Niall fancies you, right?"'

'Jshsbsoabd'

'Erm; what?'

'Sorry; I just sort of face-phoned because of your stupidity.'

Ouch.

':('

'Oh, come on, Cassie! You know I'm joking. I love you! 3 Anyway, the whole stupidity thing is because you said that was interesting. How is that interesting. We've been over with you a million times that he does!'

'Erm...'

'Sigh. I'm calling you."

Seconds later my phone rang. Eleanor, of course.

I answer: "Hello?"

Silence. Then, "Are you alone?"

"Um..." I looked over at Niall's bed, where he had been. He wasn't there anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yep; what's up? Why'd you call?"

I could hear her sighing through the phone. "Oh, geez, Cassie, you're so thick-brained. You know I love you, but we need Danielle if we're to discuss this." Discuss what?

"What are you-"

"Hold in, Cassie, I'm going to three-way Danielle."

I waited a moment. Then Danielle's voice came over the phone. "Hello? What's up?"

"Code red." Eleanor.

"Code red?" Me.

"Cassie?" Danielle.

"Hi, Danielle!" Me.

"Hey, Cassie! Eleanor, no one but you knows what a code red is." Danielle.

Another sigh. "Cassie says this morning Liam told her Niall fancies her." Eleanor dragged out the word 'fancies'. I groaned over the phone.

"Is that what this is about? Eleanor, I don't see why you called this 'code red'. We already knew Niall fancies Cassie, this is just saying that Liam knows now, too." Danielle. She sighed almost as dramatically as Eleanor. Eleanor had some dramatic sighing action going on over her end of the phone...

"Erm; hello? I'm still here, and Niall does not fancy me." I argued.

"I beg to differ." Came from Eleanor. "How can you not see it? He's practically in love with you. And we know you fancy him, too." She teased.

The world stopped on its axis. Metaphorically, of course.

"What?" Me.

"Eleanor, I gotta go. Reassure Cassie on your own. I'll talk to you guys later. Love you! Bye!"

Eleanor sighed dramatically again.

"Well, Cassie, all the signs are-" Her voice was cut off by Harry whining in my ear. "Cassie, Louis says you have to get ready! We have to go in ten minutes. Who are you talking to?"

"I have to go. Bye!" I said quickly, and hung up before she could protest.

Harry frowned at me. J just shrugged and smiled, before getting off my bed, and into the shower to get ready for my first ever concert.

I took too long to get ready, so the boys had to leave without me, leaving Thomas to take me.

I smiled gratefully at him. "Thanks, Thomas."

He grinned and winked at me. "Anytime, love." I just rolled my eyes, laughing.

By the time he had pulled away, the talk I had given myself earlier to Di this was inching out of my brain bit by bit, being replaced with worry as I stared at the back door of the Arena... Why are you nervous? I asked myself. Your brother invited you here. Security knows who you are and why you're there, so there's no chance of you getting in trouble! But... Should I go in, or just call Thomas and-

I didn't have time to finish that thought. My question was answered for me when the door flew open and Louis was standing there, grinning, arms wide open for a hug.

A matching grin stretched across my face and I forgot my earlier worries. Giggling, I hugged my brother tightly.

"What was that supposed to mean?" I asked him, laughing.

"No; they're not busy, and yes they're allowed to have time to wait." He said, exasperated.

"Well, I apologize for not understanding your stupid, two-sided, wordless answers." I huffed, crossing my arms.

He just rolled his eyes.

Soon enough, we were in a large, black room. There were five doors on one wall, obviously the boys' dressing rooms, couches and chairs were scattered across the room, and there was a curtain opposite the dressing rooms. The boys were scattered on a few of the couches and chairs, laughing at Harry, who was violently choking, his face red. At first I was worried, but I realized it was from laughing too hard.

Zayn, Liam, and Niall looked up when we came in.

"Cassie!" Zayn shouted, rushing over and giving me a big hug. I laughed to cover up the pain. Normally, the boys hugged me gently, and I think its because Louis may or may not have told then that I have bruises and am sensitive. Apparently, they'd forgotten that today. Liam was next. He gathered me into a hug. Not as hard as Zayn, but enough to be affectionate. After Liam came Niall. He hugged me gently, and I hugged him back tightly.

"Oh, break it up." Harry said.

"You've been apart for what? Five, six hours? Where's my hug, Cassie?" He asked with mock hurt.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from Niall and gave Harry a big hug.

"Boys, you're on in five."

Louis handed me my ticket. "Good luck!" I told them all as they went to stand in their places under the stage. Niall looked back and grinned at me. I grinned back, before following a security guard; Lou had apparently decided I needed to be escorted to my seat. Whatever; I didn't think about it. Nothing was going to ruin this for me.