Kitty’s POV
I get out of the shower, dry off, and blow-dry my hair. I wrap the towel around myself and go into the bedroom and get my sweats. After I put them on, my phone rings with Louis’ angelic voice. I press the talk button, and Louis talks to me.
“Hey, love.”
“Ello.”
“Wanna go get you some more clothes? For the rest of the week?”
“Sure. Today’s Tuesday, right?”
“Right.” (A/N: You don’t know how much freaking scrolling I had to do to find this out. -_-)
“OK. Well, I’m almost ready. I need to put up my hair.”
“OK. Bye Kitty Kat.”
“Bye boobear.”
I hang up the phone, grab my bag, grab a hair tie, and walk out into the living room. I’m putting my hair up as I’m walking, so I don’t see Louis and I run into him.
“Oh, sorry boo.”
“It’s alright Kitty. Ready?”
“Yeah.”
We head out to his car, and we drive to my house.
“Louis?”
“Yes?”
“You know what’s really funny?”
“What?”
“That Harry lives so close to my house.”
“That is quite odd, actually.”
We drive in silence, but then boo turns the radio on. “Skyscraper” comes on. I’m uncomfortable at first, but then I sing along.
Skies are crying. I am watching.
Catching tear drops in my hands.
Only silence has its ending
Like we never had a chance.
Do you have to make me feel like
There’s nothing left of me?
You can take everything I have.
You can break everything I am.
Like I’m made of glass.
Like I’m made of paper.
Go on and try to tear me down.
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a skyscraper.
As the smoke clears, I awaken
And untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken, but I’m standing on my feet
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
Go run, run, run,
I’m gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear
Yeah, oh
Go run, run, run,
Yeah it’s a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Oh whoa
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper
“Kitty Kat, I’d let myself cry, but then I wouldn’t be able to see the road. I love your voice. It’s angelic.” Louis says with a huge smile on his face while watching the road.
“Thank you Boobear.”
“We’re here, right?” He says, pulling in my driveway.
“Yep.”
“OK.”
“Why don’t you come in? It’s cold out. Plus I have a question.”
“OK..?”
We go in the house, and then we go into my room.
“So, you know how earlier you asked me if I like anyone?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, do you like anyone?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you didn’t ask me who, so I won’t ask you who. But, what is she like?”
“She’s perfect in every way possible, even if she doesn’t see it.”
“Oh, OK.”
I pull out 3 pairs of sweats. One white, one black, and one hot pink. I also pull out jeans.
Then I pull out a black, ripped up tank top and a hot pink jumper.
I pull out a red and white “What Makes You Beautiful” ¾ sleeve shirt, a white Hello Kitty shirt which has Hello Kitty on it, and “Hello Kitty” written in cursive glitter, a white tank top, and an “Infinity Directioner” crop top. I lay them down on the bed. Louis looks at them, one by one, and smiles at the WMYB and Infinity Directioner shirts.
“You like?” I say.
“Yeah…when did you get these?” He asks.
“Well, my mom got me the What Makes You Beautiful shirt when I was 12. But, I outgrew it, so I kept getting a new one. Same thing with the crop top, but I bought that myself when I was 13.”
“Wow. You really are an Infinity Directioner.”
“Thanks…I think?”
“Yes.”
“OK, then thanks.”
“No problem. Do you want me to put them in your bag?”
“If you want…”
“OK.”
He folds them neatly (except the sweats, they were in drawers), and puts them in the bag.
“Do you want me to scootch into the living room so you can get any personal items you may need?”
“If you’d please?”
He leaves, then I get my underclothes and toiletries. I put them in a different bag, grab my scrapbook from when I was 12, grab some pictures, my camera, and laptop. I put them in my bag, then go the living room with both of my bags.
“You look like you’re ready for a year in the mountains.” Boobear jokes.
“Puh-lease, I’d die after that long.”
“Probably.” He kids again.
We walk out to his car after I lock up the house, and I get in the car to spend my week with One Direction, the hottest boyband in the world, a.k.a. my life.
