Twisted Life

We only had a week left before it was time to fly back home. I can’t believe how much of my life has changed over the past few weeks; meeting Paul and the boys.
Paul is actually a really cool dad. We talk all the time when he is not busy with work stuff. I feel comfortable talking to him about my life and friends, which is a really nice thing to have. Obviously he is never going to take the place of my other dad, but it’s nice to have that connection.
The boys have been really great too. I’m defiantly closest with Louis though. I feel like I can talk to him about anything. Whenever we are on the bus and we both can’t sleep (which happens a lot) we always stay up in the back talking for hours and hours.
Niall is like my baby brother of the group. We always goof around while he is supposed to be working and share each other’s mutual love of food.

Zayn is like the guy version of me; awkward, quiet and shy.
Liam is very sensible like me, so most of the time we find ourselves cleaning up after the boy’s mess, or yelling at them to calm down.
Harry is … well I’m pretty sure Harry hates me. We have weird moments where we get on really well, but most of the time when we are together he acts so forced. I try to avoid him for the most part.

We had just arrived at the new hotel just to find that are rooms were not ready. Paul was not impressed to say the least. We were forced to wait on the tour bus until the rooms were ready. Kristyn, Zayn and Niall immediately opted out of waiting on the bus, and decided to go out sightseeing instead. Louis was already out shopping with Eleanor, seeing as how she just flown in yesterday. So that left Harry Liam and myself to head back to the tour bus. Thank God Liam is here or else it would get entirely awkward.
When we got to the bus I sat down in front of the TV and began to flip through the channels looking for something good. I noticed someone plop down on the couch beside me; not bothering to look who it was, assuming it was Liam I continued to flip through the channels.

A few minutes later Liam came out of the back dressed in his workout clothes. I looked over, surprised to see that it was Harry sitting on the couch beside me.
“I’m going out for a run. Either of you care to join?” Liam asked. HA me run; funny joke.
We both shook our heads at his question. I really wished Harry would have gone with him. Liam quickly excited the bus, leaving us there to sit in silence.
After about five minutes of flipping through channels I determined that there was nothing on TV and turned it off with a sigh.
“So what do you want to do?” Harry asked, filling the silence. I want for you to go away, I thought to myself. Instead I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Well you’re a girl … girls like shopping right?” He asked slowly. YES I wanted to scream, I would spend my whole life in the mall if I could.
“You are correct.”
“Well there is a mall a few blocks away, we could just walk there if you want.” Harry suggested.
“Okay!” I jumped up. He probably wanted to drop me off there so he can hang out with his friends or whatever. Find by me, I haven’t shopped in forever. We quickly got ready and informed Paul of where we were going. Of course one of the body guards had to come with for safety reasons.

The walk to the mall took a little less than ten minutes. We made small talk the way there but nothing major. At least this isn’t two awkward…
We finally arrived and I looked at him, expecting him to go do his own thing.
“What are you waiting for?” He asked, giving me a weird look.
“Oh … I thought … we’re shopping together?” I stumbled over my words.
“I was planning on it,” He laughed awkwardly, “But if you don’t want me to I can just wait at the food court or something…” He trailed off. Well don’t I feel like a huge bitch now?
“Oh no! I just didn’t think you wanted to shop with me!” I said, trying to save myself.

He gave me a strange look.
“If I didn’t want to shop with you why would I have suggested it?” He replied laughing.
“Oh okay, let’s go then!” I said as I started to walk.
The first store we walked into was Guess. It’s probably my favorite store, though I rarely buy anything because it is all so expensive. As I started browsing I noticed Harry was sticking by my side. I noticed a group of girls start to approach us and I slowly started to back away before I felt an arm snake around my waist. I looked up at Harry and gave him a confused look.

“Hi! Oh my God you’re Harry Styles!” A blonde one screeched.
“Oh my God, can we get an autograph? And maybe a few pictures?” The brunette squealed. Barf. I tried to stand there and not look awkward, seeing as how the girls didn’t even acknowledge I was there.
“Oh wait, is that your girlfriend?” The red head piped up. I mentally cringed.
“Oh my God, we aren’t interrupting your guys date or anything are we? We are soo sorry” The blonde said in ‘horror’. God, some people could be so fake. I started to correct her when Harry spoke up.
“It’s okay. Maybe next time yeah?” Harry said with a wink, and then pulled me away.
“What the hell was that?!” I whisper / yell at him, “You basically just told those girls we were dating!” I said with anger. I can already see the fandom blowing up over that one.
“Well I knew if I told them that they would go away. The blonde one looked like she was going through heat. Harry stated with a horrified expression on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I know right! She looked like she was about to pounce at any second.” I replied with a laugh. Harry shivered in response.

“Okay where to now?” I asked.
“Up to you! I don’t really need anything here” I immediately started to feel bad. Here he was wasting his time off shopping with me, when he probably wanted to be hanging out with friends or something.
I decided we could stop at one of my make-up stores so I could pick up new foundation, seeing as I was running low.
“Why do you need this?” Harry asked while playing with the different types of cover-up.
“So I can put it on my face.” I said sarcastically.
“Ha Ha.”
I went up to the counter to pay, and we quickly left the store.
“How about we eat?” Harry asked. I wasn’t really hungry, but since he was wasting his day with me, it was the least I could do.
“We headed towards the food court and decided on Chinese food. We had just sat down to eat when I saw a group of about five or six girls walking this way. I quickly ducked my head, hoping they wouldn’t notice us here; but of course I’m not that lucky.

“OH MY GOD IT’S HARRY STYLES!” I heard one of the girls scream. Everything happened in slow motion. About fifteen more girls started charging their way towards us; Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, barley giving me enough time to grab my bags.
“Come on let’s go!” Harry shouted over the ever growing crowd that was approaching. The body guard, Tom, tried his best to hold the girls back but it wasn’t really working. Harry and I started off in a sprint, trying to find an exit. After about twenty seconds of running I felt like I was dying. The fans didn’t care about me anyways; I could just stay behind and wait for the stampede to be over…
“Harry I’m done,” I started huffing out of breath, “I’ll just stay bac-” My sentence was interrupted by a pair of arms picking me up bridal style and sprinting through the mall. I looked up at Harry, grateful that he didn’t want to leave me behind with all the crazy people. He smiled down at me.
After we finally found an exit Harry set me down, keeping an arm wrapped around me. We obviously lost Tom in the stampede, so Harry called Paul to see if it was okay for us to walk back. Paul said as long as we were careful we should be good. We started walking slowly back, still shaken up.

“Well that was fun…” Harry started awkwardly. I had to laugh.
“Oh yes! Remind me to always go shopping with you!” I replied. We both laughed.
“Sorry you had to spend your time off with me by the way. I’m sure you have much better things to do.” I said quietly. Harry just gave me a weird look.
“If I didn’t want to spend my day with you, I wouldn’t have asked you to hang out.” Harry replied.
“Oh, okay.” Was all I had to say.
“Why didn’t you think I wanted to hang out with you?” He dragged on.
“Well I kind of thought you didn’t like me this whole time.” I said awkwardly, passing off a fake laugh to ease the tension. Harry stopped and turned to face me.

“And why did you think that?” He asked curiously.
“Uhmm, well… I don’t know. You just never make any effort to talk to me, and sometimes when you do, it’s sounds really forced. I just feel like you don’t really want me around.” I blurted out. I looked to the ground to hide my increasing blush. He didn’t say anything for a moment, making me assume what I thought was right.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out.
“It’s okay.” I shrugged my shoulders and started to walk again, trying to ignore the pang in my stomach.
“No no! I meant I’m sorry I made you think that. You see, I’m not really good with new people, and getting to know them and yeah… I actually think you’re really cool.” He rambled on. Well this is embarrassing.

“Oh okay… thanks?” I awkward laughed. There were a few awkward moments of silence.
“Yeah so, friends?” He asked and held out his hand. I just stared at it for a few moments. Let me get something straight. I HATE hands, hand touching, that whole bit; so when someone offers their hand to me I never really know what to do.
“Erm, I don’t touch hands, sorry.” I mumbled. He immediately put his hand down.
“Oh I’m sorry! I should have thought first!” He blushed.
“It’s okay, you didn’t know. So now you do. No hand touching. Ever. I mean if I’m dying in a fire and the only way to save me is to grab my hand; don’t.” I rambled on. Harry just laughed.
“Okay sounds good!” We continued our walk again. We started to talk about our lives and things we liked and didn’t like. I was surprised how easy he was to talk to; I feel like I could talk to him about anything.

Our walk was over all too soon, I noticed as we approached the hotel.
“I’m glad we hung out today,” He said suddenly. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah me to,” Our conversation was cut short as Paul approached us with our room keys.
“You two okay? I heard about the mall incident,” Paul asked with his fatherly tone.
“Yeah I’m fine, thanks to Harry,” I looked up and smiled at him. Harry scratched the back of his head and just nodded. Paul gave us strange looks then handed us our keys. We parted ways after the elevator ride.

I arrived in my room to see Kristyn and Niall laughing about something on her laptop. They didn’t notice me come in, so I snuck back to my room. I checked my twitter page for new followers and found the number had risen to 150,000. I quickly tweeted.
@crissienichols had a fun day today shopping with harry_styles ! Good times. :)xx
I’m sure the fans with love that one.
I heard my phone buzzing beside me.
From: Harry Styles -Hey the boys are all going clubbing tonight, you and K in? 
To: Harry Styles – I’ll ask Kristyn but I’m deff in!
From: Harry Styles – Sounds good! We’re leaving around 11 so be ready xx
So at least I had lots of time to get ready what not. I peeked out of my bedroom door to see that Niall was still sitting there with Kristyn. The two have gotten really close this past week; but more in a brotherly / sisterly way, but I still didn’t want to interrupt their time together. I’m sure Niall will fill her in on tonight anyways.

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Soon enough, eleven rolled around and we were all meeting down in the lobby. Obviously I’m not twenty one yet (the legal drinking age in the states) but the boys can get in anywhere. We had to take two different cabs; the first with Harry, Zayn, Louis and myself and the other with Kristyn, Liam and Niall.
We soon arrived to the club and were let in (obviously). Louis was the first one to set off for drinks. He came back with some random drink I’ve never heard of. It was quite strong, as I needed it to be if they expected me to dance. Kristyn, Zayn and Niall were the first ones to head out to the dance floor, leaving Louis, Harry, Liam and I still at the bar. I was defiantly getting tipsy, but not drunk enough to go out to the dance floor.

After about five of the drinks Louis kept ordering, a few shots of tequila and a few shots of who knows what; I was ready to dance. I grabbed Louis and headed out to the dance floor.
We were happily dancing when I felt arms snake around my waist. On instinct, I grinded back not bothering to look and see who it was. After a few more minutes of dancing, the guy behind me pulled me around to face him. I didn’t recognize him from anywhere, but he was really hot.
“Want to go get another drink?” He asked in my ear, yelling above the music. I nodded my head. I know I probably shouldn’t, but what’s one more drink? The mystery guy led me to the bar and ordered our drinks, not even bothering to ask what I wanted. I quickly downed the drink, excited to go back to the dance floor.

I noticed Harry and Liam still sitting at the bar, so I went up to him to see if they wanted to dance as well. As I approached I noticed Harry wasn’t alone; there was some blonde slut hanging off his shoulders. I felt a pang of something in my stomach; I must have drank too much. Oh well. I stumbled over to them
“Oh my gosh guysss! Come dance!” I slurred. I felt arms around my waist and looked back to see the guy I was dancing with before.
“Yay you’re back let’s go!” I shrieked. I looked back at Harry and Liam to see Liam laughing at me and Harry giving me an odd look. Oh well, I thought as I started to dance again. Everything started to get fuzzy after a few minutes; oh yeah, way too much to drink.
“I don’t feel good, can we sit down?” I slurred to the guy I’ve been dancing with, I never caught his name.
“Sure let’s just go to the back,” I could barely see straight anymore, and felt like I was going to throw up. The guy started to drag me to the back of the club; that’s when I knew I did not want to be there. I tried to pull away but I had no energy to do so. He pulled me into one of the rooms in the back not bothering to close the door. I felt my eye lids starting to close; I looked up as my eyes met a pair of familiar very angry green eyes before everything went black.

Next morning

I rolled over in bed only to soon realise that this wasn’t my hotel room. I got up in a panic, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I was wearing a guy’s shirt, no pants, but I still had undies on, that’s a good sign right? I got out of bed, looking around for my clothes from last night. I sighed when I couldn’t find them. Of course this would happen to me.

I slowly opened the door exiting the bedroom; not knowing what to expect.
“Hello?” I called out. I heard muttering from what I think was the living area of the suit. I started to walk towards the living area only to find a guy curled up on the couch, fast asleep. I cautiously peered down, only to see Harry’s sleeping face. I breathed a sigh of relief. So I haven’t been kidnapped, that’s a good sign. I nudged Harry, not wanting to wake him up, but I wanted to get to the bottom of this.
“Hmphh,” He muttered. I giggled to myself.
“Hey harry wake up,” I urged, nudging him harder.
“Oh, morning,” He said, finally waking up.
“Morning,” I smiled. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
“So, what happened last night?” I asked, gesturing around the room and at myself. He gave me an odd look.

“You don’t remember?” I shook my head.
“You were dancing with some perv at the club, and you were wasted, and I mean wasted. I was sitting at the bar and I saw you and you looked a little green, Liam and I started to make my way over to you, but that guy started pulling you to one of the back rooms. We rushed to get you; and we got there right behind you, just as you passed out. The guy told us to fuck off, that he was taking care of you, but of course we didn’t. I ran to you, getting you off the couch as Liam held the creep back. Me and Liam left the club, telling the others, but not telling them why. You weren’t waking up and we were getting worried; he could have drugged you or something. We were about to take you to the hospital, but you started murmuring in your sleep, so we figured you must have just passed out from all the alcohol. We didn’t have the key to your room so I brought you to my room and changed you into one of my shirts and I just slept on the couch.” Harry explained as it all started to come back to me. Well not everything, but parts and pieces. Oh my God, I could have been raped, or worse.

I sat down on the couch next to Harry to try and digest all of this.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner; I mean I saw him when you guys were at the bar and I thought he looked a little off, but didn’t think much of it. It’s all my fault,” he continued, putting his face in his hands. I stared at him.
“It’s not your fault some creep tried to do that!” I insisted.
“Yes it is! If I would have just made a-” He was interrupted by a knock at the door. We both looked at each other, expecting it to be one of the boys; Harry walked to the door with me just behind. Harry opened the door to see a very pissed off Paul looking back at us. I looked down to see that Harry was just in his boxers and me just in one of his oversized shirts and panties.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Paul yelled at us making me wince.
“Woah Paul calm down I would never ever-” Harry started but Paul interrupted him.
“I don’t want to hear it Styles! Crissie get back to your room you leave in less than a week and after that you won’t be coming back.” I had tears in my eyes.
“But Paul!” I started.
“Don’t. I see that I wasted all that time waiting to meet you, just to find out my only daughter is a slut. I’ve never been so disappointed.”

Tears were running freely down my face now. I didn’t even bother to look at either of them as I ran to my room. I couldn’t believe this! He’s my dad! He didn’t even care about what really happened. And how could someone look their CHILD in the face and say those things. I can honestly say nothing hurts more than having your dad look at you and tell you you’re a disappointment to them. Nothing.
I ran to my room to find it empty. Kristyn must be out with all the guys, I thought to myself. I sank down to my knees and cried for the next few hours, hoping for this to be a dream that I just wake up from, but I know it's not.