All I Want For Christmas Is You

A day had passed, I hadn’t seen Harry, I had only gotten a call and some messages, and Val, Karla and I left to a different hotel. Karla was back to normal, because it turns out that she was drunk again last night, a lot more than she had ever gotten drunk before. I knew she usually wasn’t that violent, and she didn’t remember me pushing her back, so we are still best buds. Although I did apologize to her, even if she had no idea what I was talking about, but she did end up falling into a mental breakdown in my arms after I told her how mean she was being, and about her and Niall. I spent the rest of the paper money I had on a room for a night. So this is how being homeless and broke felt.
We woke up the next morning, the morning of the 24th. I glanced over at the alarm clock and noticed the robotic numbers blink as the beeping noise went off. I groaned in anger and slapped the top of it, causing it to shut up.
“Cat, is it Christmas?” I heard Val question from the other side of the room. “No Val. That’s tomorrow,” I answered, realizing the “most important holiday of the year” was tomorrow. “So it’s Christmas Eve?” Val asked again. I rolled over on my right side and sighed. “Yes Val,” I replied softly, she didn’t hear me. “What?” she asked. “YES!” I yelled, turning towards her. Val was quiet after that.

“Good morning Cat!” Karla said in her now-back-to-normal cheerful tone as she skipped around my bedframe. I didn’t answer. I sat up in bed and flipped my legs over the edge of the sheets, making my feet ice cold. “I still can’t believe you tried to do that to Niall,” I told her. She stopped pacing and stood still. She combed her bangs back and sighed. “I was drunk. I don’t know what I did. And apparently EVERY time I get drunk, I am madly in love with Niall. I don’t know. I’ll always be a Louis girl,” she answered as she went into the bathroom. I jumped up and followed her. “Karla, I heard about Louis, and ditching you,” I said as she tried applying makeup on her cheeks. She hesitated to answer, and ignored me. “Karla, what happened?” I asked, walking closer to her. Karla rolled her eyes and slammed her blush on the counter. “Fine, okay… Louis and I were at one of those restaurants around the hotel because he said he needed to tell me something,” she started. “And he looked at me and then just said it. He said he just lost interest. Not like he was with me anyway, but still. He didn’t have to drop the bomb on me. And he just blatantly said he liked you, and I was so angry so I wanted to just shove my fist in your face, but you are my best friend, and I would NEVER EVER do that. But I felt alcohol was my runaway thing. I don’t know. And I really don’t know how Niall got into it,” she ended, breathing heavily. I stood there with a shocked expression glued on my face. “But I don’t even like him like that!” I replied, slamming my palm on the marble counter. Karla looked at her face, which was now red with fury, and she wiped off her blush. “I guess I don’t need blush today,” Karla giggled. “Maybe they are just using us,” I told her, even though I highly doubted my words. Karla shrugged. “I thought Louis really liked me,” she said before sniffing her nose. She was about to cry. I ran up and hugged her, and she broke down in tears. “There are plenty of fish in the sea,” I tried to tell her, but she shook her head. “But there is not another Louis Tomlinson,” she said before breaking down in another race of sobs and tears. I didn’t know how to top that. But I did as best as I could, being the friend I am.
“See you and Harry are perfect. I’m just, I don’t want to say it, but I am jealous,” Karla said as she broke away from our hug, wiping the corners of her eyes. “Don’t be. Everyone finds that perfect person. You will I promise. Even if it isn’t a worldwide celebrity,” I said, adding a giggle at the end, she copied me. “I guess you are right. And I really need to talk to Niall. I hope he isn’t as upset as last time,” Karla spoke as she went back into the bedroom portion of the hotel room.
Val sat up from the couch, which she slept on last night, and looked up at us. “So y’all are friends again?” she asked innocently. I nodded and Karla smiled. “Of course we are, you can’t separate sisters. Even if I threw a fit, ran away on the day we went to Oxford Street, and almost punched Cat a few days ago,” Karla said, resting her arm around my shoulders. I laughed and threw her arm off of me playfully.

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