All I Want For Christmas Is You

Later that day of sitting in the hotel, depressed, we decided to go do something. Karla and I got dressed and we didn’t talk much, I was pretty upset with her. “Karla, where should we go?” I asked, brushing my hair in the mirror. Karla shrugged, and then spoke, “I heard there was park near here. How about that?” she said tying her tennis shoes. I nodded. “I guess that’s good. I need to get out of here,” I said, feeling a dark sadness in my heart as I spoke.
“Get dressed Val,” I said as she was picking out her outfit. I helped her put it on and she looked in the mirror, but she hadn’t smiled once this whole day. Normally she would have smiled in appreciation, but instead she said a weak thank you and kept doing whatever she was doing before. But I understood. I couldn’t handle it any better than her. Especially since this was so sudden. I wonder what else my mom was hiding from me…

I decided to turn on the radio, and I listened to a few songs. Then an advertisement came on. It was an ad about the orientation for the University of London. It said it was tomorrow. I guess the date changed.
But I bet I couldn’t convince Karla into wanting to go. She’ll think it’s stupid I know it.

“Hey Cat, isn’t that the place you want to go to?” Val asked me when she heard the commercial. I nodded. “Don’t tell me you want to go there,” Karla groaned from the bed. I felt anger rise in me. Who was she to tell me where I should and shouldn’t go to college. “I DIDN’T ASK YOU,” I yelled at Karla. She sat up quickly and stared at me blankly. “I meant the effing orientation,” she said as she flipped back over in the comforter. I felt guilt of yelling twinge inside. I didn’t mean to yell; I was just upset at her still. I still needed to control myself.

“Here let’s go do something to help ourselves … you know… bond or something productive!” I said as I ripped my brush through my coarse hair. I heard Karla flip in the sheets again as a tired mumble escaped from her lips. “I’ll go!” Val said as she popped up from where she was sitting. She seemed oddly excited, considering she was still really sad, just as much as me, or even more.
“Okay, Karla. Hurry up, it’s two against one!” I giggled as I tickled the back of Val’s neck. She cringed in delight as she giggled up a storm. The ambiance in the room was returning back to normal. And that was a good thing. Karla just moaned again. That’s it.

I ran over to her bed and shook the bed like there was no tomorrow and yelled EARTHQUAKE as loud as I possibly could! Karla sat up with a start. “I hate you,” she said sarcastically as she tumbled out of bed, almost falling on the floor.

After Karla got dressed we decided to go walk around the city for fun.
“Got your tube passes?” I asked Karla and Val as we entered the underground subway station. They both nodded. So we continued to walk down the seemed like hundreds of steps down to where the trains were. We entered through the gates with our tickets and lined up along side the tracks. “Stand back babe,” I said to Valerie when she stood too close to the edge. She seemed freaked out and she jumped back quickly when she heard the rumble of an approaching train arrive.
As we stood waiting for that train, I looked across the tracks to the opposite wall and saw large rugged posters of advertisements of plays, shows, and new albums coming out from local indie bands. Then I looked down the wall and spotted a poster that was half ripped down that had the familiar faces of One Direction on it. It looked like it had the album art of Up All Night on it. They must not change their posters very often, I thought to myself.
Then I began to think about our little interview, and how something that was suppose to end up so grand, only turned out to be short, and ending out embarrassing. I still cringed at the thought of what happened at the bar and at their flat. To be honest, I don’t even remember where the flat was located. But I knew one thing, I missed Harry.

What…

I missed Harry?

No I don’t. No way. He used me. He tried to act all cute and cupcake-ish in front of the fans, but all he is was a complete dick.

Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he really cared about me?

No he doesn’t.

I’m just a normal girl. He’s an international celebrity. I’m nothing compared to him. Besides they don’t date fans anyway.

But I looked at the ripped face of him on the fading advertisement and I feel a warmth arise inside of me. I began to smile and I felt all tingly.

NO. NO NO NO NO NO!

I CANT BE IN LOVE WITH HIM

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