Just part of the band

It’s Zayn! Oh. My. Gosh. He’s looking out of the window and I he’s surprised by seeing me too, he smiles and waves to me. I blush lightly, and wave back. My eyes flash toward Reagan, which is fortunately on her iPod playing some game or listening to music.
His phone is soon pressed up against the window, and I nod, understanding. Searching around everywhere in the car, I finally find a piece of paper and scribble down my cell phone number. I look up and see that the limo is now across on Reagan’s side. I quickly slide across the car and push the paper against the window.
Zayn puts a thumbs up and I let out a breath, Reagan looks at me with a confused, semi-angry face. “What do you want freak?”
I push her lightly and slide my butt across the seats back to my seat, hurriedly buckling my seat belt back into place. He must of got it before the limo drove off, because I’m getting a text within seconds from a random number, this time saying, This better b Kylee’s number.
I look at Rayven’s reply, it’s Oh! Awesome! Mayb we could meet sumtime? I text back, Yea sure and try to think of something to text back to Zayn.
It’s Kylee alright, this should b Zayn right? I text back and let my head fly back in a gesture of tiredness, I’m happy something good came out of this stupid plane ride.

“We found it! Finally!” Reagan’s voice takes my mind back to life and I look down at my phone, two texts, one from Rayven and one from Zayn. So I should call you when you get to your house? That one was Zayn’s, he’s calling me soon. I gulp, I better find a place where Reagan won’t hear the boys, or I’ll be killed by her, and she’ll tell the whole world.
I text back, Ok just let us unpack n then i’ll find my room n lock the door. I know he’s probably wondering why I have to lock the door, but he’ll figure out after he calls.
Rayven’s text says, Watford? Kewl! My cousin lives there! I roll my eyes, Just what I wanted to know Rayven, and hop out of the car to see the house.
The house is large, but not too big, it’s blue, darker blue, but not as bluish-black as our car at home. It has four rooms, enough for all of us plus a guest, I hope Reagan doesn’t get any ideas.
I walk behind the car as my dad opens the trunk, I feel a vibration but ignore it right now. I’ll answer it inside the house. “Ok, you mother and I will grab the big boxes and take them inside, Kylee,” He stops to throw me the keys to the house. “You open the door and keep it open for us holding the large boxes.”
I nod and jog up the stairs to the house, they’re concrete tan stairs until you get to the porch. I feel another vibration, I’m only texting two people, so it has to be one of them.
I take out the keys and put it into the keyhole. The door makes a slight creak sound as I open it and I walk inside of the house. You walk straight into a living room, and then they’re stairs on the right to the upstairs. I start to investigate around the house, the kitchen is a tan color too, with gray-blue granite countertops and wood cupboards.
I turn out of the kitchen back into the living room, it has wood floor, but there’s a beautiful red-gray-blue-tan marking under the two couches, which are both facing the flat screen TV.
“Kylee! Get out of the house and start helping.” My mother’s voice rattles me and I face to the door, she and my dad are carrying the largest boxes, Reagan’s 1D one under the magazine one.
“Ok mom!” I call and walk outside after they’re fully in. Reagan’s carrying four of our bags, a small one on top of her head. I roll my eyes as I walk past her and walk to the back of the car.
Before grabbing some bags, I take out my phone and check the messages. Zayn’s message: Ok then Kylee and Rayven’s message says: Ok then...how long ru staying in London? I sigh and reply to both quickly, I slide my phone back into my pocket and turn my body to see the five to ten bags left.
I grab three other ones, all mine, and head toward the house as the rest of my family is coming to the car to finish off the bags. I feel a vibration, Either they’re desperate to meet me or bored.
I walk into the house and go up the stairs toward a room, I know I need a room somewhere. I see a bedroom, it’s blue, with a blue-with-green-quilted-jewel bedspread. “My room!” I yell if my family’s nearby and drop my bags on the floor. I turn around and lock the door quickly.
I drop onto the bed as I’m taking out my phone to text Zayn, Ok u can call me now. And I lay down on the bed, it’s a queen bed, like the one I have at home, it has white pillows that go with the bedspread and colour of the room perfectly, whoever had this house sure did have style.
I feel a vibration and pick up my phone, which was lying on my stomach. It was, surely a call from Zayn. I tap the, ‘accept’ button and hold the phone up to my ear.
“Hello?” I say, I hear some voices in the background, but nobody said ‘hello’ back yet.
“Hey, it’s Zayn.” I hear the teenage boy’s English accent and know there are others behind him.
“Hi Zayn! It’s Kylee, who is that behind you?” My question is an obvious answer to me, since I saw them get out of the plane.
“My friends, wait, Lou-” Zayn’s voice is cut off by a sort of older, different voice.
“Hey girlfriend! It’s Louis here! How are you?” I’m surprised by the sudden high-pitched weird voice the other boy does.
“Louis! Get off my phone!” Zayn’s voice is in the background and then I hear another, this one’s the Irish one.
“Who’s that?”
A slower, deeper voice replies, “His new girlfriend.”
Another voice, this one sounding more English than all of them, “It’s not his girlfriend.”
“How do you know?” The deeper one replies and I’m still hearing Zayn trying to grab the phone from this Louie.
“They just met!” The more English one says and I laugh.
“Oh, so this girl can talk, she’s a keeper Zayn!” Louis yells, and I have a feeling he’s hiding the phone from the owner.
“Your point?” The slower one says and I hear a slap, probably from the other person.
“Louis William Tomlinson! Give me my phone!” Zayn yells and his voice overcomes the others, it’s almost all silence, except the light crunching of food.
“Fine, fine, you can be no fun.” Louis says and then his voice fades to the background, talking to the deeper one.
“Sorry about that Kylee, they can get a bit loud.” Zayn apologizes and I can’t help but giggle, his friends are weird, but funny.
“I noticed, but it’s fine with me, I have an eleven year old sister.”
“Oh, you do? Cool! I have three sisters.” He says and I’m surprised, I didn’t think he’d have much siblings. Or, at least admit he had siblings.
“That’s great! Can I meet your friends?” I ask and hear pounding on the door, Oh my, hope it’s not Reagan, or, I don’t know what’ll happen.
“Sure, you already met Louis,” he pauses to call for the boy, and then his voice is into the phone as my mother calls from the outside.
“Kylee! Open the door!” I nod as Louis starts talking about something with carrots and a pigeon.
I go over and open the door, unlocking it, and my mom looks at me. “Who are you on the phone with? Lonnie?”
I shake my head, “Not Lonnie.”
She nods, “Ok, but don’t talk all night or I will really be asking who you’re talking to.” My mom leaves and I turn my attention back to Louis.
“.....you see Zayn here is obsessed with his phone and will call you often, if, he likes you and-” He’s interrupted by Zayn’s voice.
“Ok Louis, I think you she doesn’t want to hear your life story.”
Louis’ voice buts back in, “Do you Kylee? Because I can if you want to! It might take a little while, but since Zayn here loves me, he’s fine with me using his phone.”
Zayn stops him again, “Louis, she’s fine.” Louis’ voice fades off again and Zayn talks again, “As you can tell, he’s a handful.”
“Haha, I can tell, what did he say most of the time? I was talking to my mom.” I ask and then here the Irish voice.
“Hey! I want to say hi to your new girlfriend!”
I roll my eyes, “Who’s that? I thought you were all British or something.”
Zayn smiles, I can tell, “So you do know who we are?”
“Please! Her voice is pretty!” The voice yells in the background and I giggle, Oh my gosh they’re so weird.

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