Niall’s view:
“Here Harry.” I handed him a drink. We looked around and saw no one but celebrities. Zayn was with Little Mix talking, Louis stayed at a hotel with Eleanor, and Liam was dancing around with a bunch of girls, all while Harry and I are sitting around drinking and enjoying the view. I wanted to see her here but I didn’t even see Timberlake and Biel.
“Niall, I don’t think she’s coming here.” Harry patted my back.
“Who’s not coming?” I played stupid.
“The piano player you were crushing on earlier. She didn’t seem to like the spotlight.” He informed me.
“I don’t like her, if anything I just want to get to know her.” I said defensively.
“So you can like her.” Harry nudged me.
“No.” I was annoyed and the night just started.
“Hey, is that you Niall?” Selena waved.
“Hey you look nice.” She said coming up to me.
“Thank you, you look nice too.” I said.
“Do you want to dance, you both look lonely.” She added.
“Well if I dance with you then Harry will be alone.” I informed.
“No, go have fun. I see someone I want to talk to.” He left.
“Well?” She urged.
“Okay I’ll dance for a little while.” What's the harm? She tugged me out there and we were having a great time. Then I saw Biel here. That means the girl’s here. Selena noticed I wasn’t into dancing anymore and let me go. I walked up to Biel and asked where Justin was.
“I assume he went straight for the bar.” She didn’t sound happy but she didn’t seem to care enough to stop him. I walked up to a bar and found him waiting for a drink. I walked up and sat next to him.
“Hey Niall, what’s up?” He said. I already smelled enough alcohol on his breath and I coughed a bit before turning my attention back to his already asked question.
“Justin, that girl that was performing with you, how did you find her?” I asked sort of getting to the point.
“She’s my niece. Horan, you got a crush?” Justin teased.
“No, I just… she was really good and I wanted to tell her.” I shrugged.
“She didn’t want to come here tonight but maybe sometime you could give her a call.” Justin started writing on his napkin a number.
“Actually, no, that won’t be necessary I'm sure I'll run into her sometime.” Getting her number would be weird and I wouldn’t be able to call her, I’d be too nervous and I’d rather talk to her in person.
“I guess if you want to play it that way. Just letting you know she is hard to get close to.” He frowned.
“What do you mean? Why?” I questioned.
“Look she hasn’t had anything easy and even though I know her on a personal level she still doesn’t let me in.” He looked sincerely sad.
“I just want to tell her she is a great pianist.” I said and left. Just because I want to tell someone they did a nice job everyone assumes I'm head over heels for her. I'll admit my night went downhill from there. Harry was drunk, I was bored, Liam left early, and Zayn wouldn’t leave Little Mix. I ended up having to take care of Harry by myself. I was able to walk and hold him up because he wasn’t able to by himself. I had to make sure no paparazzi saw him in this state. I managed to get around paps, fans were another story. A group of girls saw us and came over squealing.
“We love you Niall!” They said redundantly.
“I love you too.” I said trying to be polite. They squealed again. “Could you not be loud? Harry’s not feeling well.” Lie. He was just too drunk to know what to say.
“Sorry.” They apologized. There were three girls and they wanted us to sign stuff.
“Here you go.” I said when I was done. Their cheeriness was gone when they noticed how Harry was reacting to everything.
“Do you need help?” All of three of them grabbed Harry as I guided them to the street. They were nice but paps couldn’t see this. They managed to get us a cab and they slid in with us packing us in tightly. The cab driver didn’t know where to go and neither did Harry. I had an idea but not positive it was right, I handed the red head my phone and had her call Liam.
“Liam this is Natasha. I'm calling off Niall’s phone because Harry’s… not feeling well. What hotel are you staying at?” She spoke sweetly and she tried not to scream, I could tell. “We won’t tell anyone. We are huge fans and don’t want anything but Harry and Niall to be ok.” She reassured. “Go to North of Saint Alana’s. The hotel name is Yorkshire.” She called up to the driver. He took off and after a few mumbled words she hung up. She put my phone in her purse and looked at us.
“Hey it’s Yorkshire tea!” Harry started yelling out.
“That’s Louis’ favorite kind.” The girl with black hair smiled.
“I like this one.” Harry smiled at her.
“I like you too Harry.” She giggled.
“Will you cuddle with me?” He asked. I stayed quiet and looked out the window. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone. I needed sleep and tomorrow was going to be a rough day. We had a lot going on and with Harry in this condition Simon wouldn’t be happy. We arrived and they helped us out. I walked to the door by myself as they took Harry. The doorman opened the door and eyed them suspiciously but didn’t say anything to them. However the receptionist wasn’t ok with them in the lobby.
“They need to leave. We will help you from here.” She said.
“No! She’s my cuddle buddy!” Harry tugged on the girl with black hair.
“Mr. Styles, she shouldn’t be here.” I assume Simon told her no girls. He tends to do that.
“No, I will sue you if she has to leave!” Harry started causing a scene. Liam came running up and calmed Harry, Louis stood next to me, and Zayn talked to the girls and receptionist.
“I'm sure a few hours since they helped our boys aren’t a problem, yeah?” Zayn asked the receptionist.
“I will ring you when they should leave.” She flipped her hair and left. Liam tried walking with Harry but he wouldn’t go anywhere unless the girl with black hair was with him. Soon we managed to get to our rooms. Harry and that girl went into the one bedroom while I went to the room I share with Liam and the rest of them went into Louis and Zayn’s room. There was a knock on my door and then it opened.
“I'm glad you're ok. You’re lucky we have great fans.” Liam said. I could sense the disappointment in his voice as he trudged over and sat next to me.
“Liam, I'm not the one who got drunk. Harry is probably getting it in with a girl he doesn’t even know right now and you're lecturing me?” I said, I could tell I was getting defensive and needed to be left alone.
“Niall, you never let Harry get this bad, ever.” He wriggled in his position until he was comfortable, and then turned to me again.
“Look, it was just a fun night. Let it go and make sure Harry’s not doing something stupid.” I spat.
“Get some sleep. I'll let you sleep in and explain to Simon what happened. Just get some rest.” He was disappointed. I hate this feeling, it is one thing when it’s your friends, but it’s a whole other thing when it’s your best friend. I was done with today and not ready for tomorrow.
Claire’s view:
“I’m going to get some snacks because we usually don’t have any food in the house. If you need anything my number is on the counter. You have Justin's number but he is working so I don’t think it’s safe to call him if you need something.” Jessica rambled on.
“I will be fine.” I said and rolled over to look out the window.
“Claire, listen I know this whole move just happened and you’re still adjusting, but we’re only here to help you out, so please don’t take it out on Justin. Your uncle is just trying to help.” She said and left me in the living room. I know that they were both trying to help, especially Justin. It just wasn’t in the right way; I needed someone to talk to who really understood me. I needed a friend. I sighed and sat up slowly. Today was going to be a great day, sarcasm. I slowly lifted off the couch and walked out to the kitchen. Her number was on the counter like she said and I entered it into my phone just in case. I didn't want to live here but I had no choice, seeing as my guardianship went from my grandparents to Justin's care. He’s my, for lack of better word, uncle and I should try to be grateful for some type of family member. I needed a breather, maybe I’ll take a walk. I left a note on the counter, considering that that’s what they do because Justin left Jessica and I one this morning. I haven’t seen much of the city but I know it’s got some great places to be. I changed into Sophie navy shorts and a blue jacket. I headed out while putting my hair in a messy pony tail and pinned up my bangs. I put my head phones in, listening to upbeat music, and walked a couple blocks before finding a gym to run at. It was a short distance from the house so I decided to go in. A few people were here but not too many. I asked a lady at the desk for timer and she gave me one after asking for my name and number so she could track my data. I walked to a treadmill and started running. All I wanted to do was chill and run, but it didn’t seem a possibility considering I had to get interrupted.
“You’re that piano player!” Someone poked me. I jumped, surprised at the sudden poke, and almost fell off of the treadmill, which was at a very high speed. I slowed down the pace and waited for it to stop.
“Yeah, I am.” I blushed. I really didn’t like this attention, at all.
“Can I get a picture with you?” She asked. She seemed to be about my age.
“Really, when I'm all… sweaty?” I asked, giving her an odd expression.
“Well I don’t look any better.” She spat jokingly. I shrugged and leaned into her side. She took the picture and was about to walk away when I spoke up.
“What's your name?” I was obviously desperate to have friends.
“Alana.” She smiled back at me; she had cute dimples in her cheeks.
“What are you doing after this?” I asked, wondering if this was a good idea or not.
“Nothing really, I want to shower but then I guess I was gonna’ call a friend.” She smiled harmlessly. I was famous but not to the point where everyone would scream and beg to hang out with me. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
“Want to do something, or hang out?” I asked hesitantly, putting on a begging smile.
“Really, don’t you have someone better to hang out with? Or a practice you need to go to?” She was surprised enough.
“Well, I mean, not really. I'm new around this area and I don’t really practice during weekends.” I shrugged looking at the time on my phone. I had time; it was only 10:30. Jessica was probably home and Justin was going to be out late again for rehearsals.
“Sure. We can go to my house and hang out.” She smiled and walked away; I gave the lady at the desk my timer and ran after Alana.
“Let’s just go to mine.” I suggested. We walked outside to see a bunch of cameras on us. I pulled up my hood and tried to hide my face but they already saw me and knew who I was.
“Back up!” Alana yelled. She pushed people and tried to get me walking space. Once the paps cleared enough I took off sprinting. I led so she could follow, surprisingly she kept up, even though I took on a fast pace. I stopped in front of the large mansion gate and typed in my code, my hand covering the numbers just in case. It opened slowly and I stepped forward, turning around to see a jaw dropped Alana. We jogged lightly to the front door and I pounded in a combination to open it. She came in and looked around, absolutely shocked. “Is this where –”
“Claire you're home.” Justin came around the corner.
“Justin lives!!” Alana squeaked.
“And you brought a fan.” He said a little less happy.
“Sorry we, well I, got mobbed and I met her at the gym.” I smiled out of breath.
“Ok, well how was your first mob?” He smiled and started to walk into the kitchen. We both followed and Alana stayed silent.
“Well… I was annoyed. So I didn’t like it.” I said grabbing us waters. Justin put out a bowl of fruit for us. “Thanks.” I said getting us some forks and taking a bite of a strawberry.
“I'm here, with Justin Timberlake.” Alana finally spoke.
“Yes but unfortunately I have to go back to the studio.” He frowned. “I would love to stay and talk with you.” He smiled and hugged her. She looked at me and mouthed ‘oh my god.’ I rolled my eyes and laughed a little.
“Why are you here?” I asked him.
“I decided to come home for lunch and see if you were up. Since you were I was going to take you out but you weren’t here.” He shrugged.
“Sorry.” I said looking in the fridge for something. Nothing, it literately had juice and milk; two things to drink, what a variety, sarcasm again.
“Jessica isn’t back from the store yet.” He informed me late.
“Ok! So, Alana do you want to shower and eat out?” I asked her, she stood silent staring at Justin. “Alana?” I said a bit louder to catch her attention.
“Uh, yeah that’d be, uh ….cool!” She stuttered out hopelessly
“Say bye Justin.” I said, laughing at her incompetency to talk.
“Bye Justin.” She said amazed.
“Bye Alana.” He said as he left. He gave me a look. I'm not used to it but it seemed like he wanted to say something he just couldn’t force it out. Then he was gone.
“The showers are upstairs. Pick anyone you want. I'm sure Jessica wouldn’t mind if you used her clothes but you’ll have to settle for mine.” I smirked when her face went from happy to eh.
“Not funny. I was already picking it out in my mind.” She ran up the stairs and I put away our dishes. She wasn’t someone who liked me before fame but I feel like I have a friend that will occupy my social needs to an extent, so I'm ok. I went to the bathroom downstairs and freshened up. I ran up the stairs with only a towel wrapped around me. I threw on an old t-shirt and some leggings. I managed to get dressed and almost ready before I found Alana downstairs on the couch. “You ready?” she asked.
“Well I mean, I guess.” I said. She was using me. I know this. I mean anyone can pretend to care when you get mobbed but it was one person I could pretend to let in, even for a little while.
“Instead of going to my house I was wondering… could we maybe go to a place so you can teach me to play piano?” She stood up.
“Erm… Do you mean like a music store?” I asked.
“Sure, I know a great one.” She started to walk out. I followed and then she stopped and I pretty much flew into her.
“What was that for?” I asked stepping back.
“Do you drive?” she asked me.
“No, I'm only 17.” I said. In that moment she had this look of realization or something and looked at me gob smacked.
“You're how old?” She asked shocked.
“I'm only 17.” I said and shrugged.
“I thought you were 18 or 19.” She dropped her jaw.
“Well is that a problem? How old are you?” I asked her not ok with the way she was acting. I could tell she already wasn’t going to be my friend for very long.
“I'm 19!” She was being dramatic.
“And…” I let on.
“I just thought you were older, way older.” She finished walking out of the house.
“Hm, well that’s a first. I can't drive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a driver.” I was going to impress her now. The stretch limo pulled up and she seemed pleased. If I have to impress her to be my friend, I'm going to.

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