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Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, so I’m a bit nervous. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) x

Outfits for this chapter (Heathrow):

Skyla’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50667548

Rayne’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50667745

Valerie’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50668508

Zayn’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50668814

Harry’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50668988

Niall’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50669250

Louis’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50669452

Liam’s: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50669603

Skyla’s POV:

“I’m absolutely knackered!” Valerie started to babble, “an 11 hour flight should be illegal or something.” she let out a huff of irratation as her hands started to fish for her phone in her purse, silently cursing herslef for throwing everything into her purse and growing frustrated after a few moments of still not finding her blackberry.

I stretched my arms and crooked my neck to the side, my muscles aching from the tiring flight from Los Angeles to London.

“Valerie, give me your bag, I’ll look for it.” I extend my hand out as Valerie rolled her eyes and handed me her purse, “Ok, mum.” shifting her weight from one leg to another, she placed a hand on her hip. If I didn’t personally know Valerie, I’d say she looked like a spoiled diva in this very moment.

Rubbing her temples and furrowing her eyebrows together, Rayne sighed. “I hope I don’t have anything to do after this, cause all I want to do is cuddle in a comfy couch and watch reruns of friends.”

I give her a look of sympathy as I pull out Valerie’s phone and handing it to her, she gave me a nod and mumbled a ‘thank you’ as she started to scan her phone’s screen. I nudge her shoulders and hand her her new Mulberry bag.

I pressed my lips in a thin line as the three of us made our way to the nearest seats we could find, I find myself sandwitched between Rayne and Valerie.

Rayne, or Rayne Lynn as the world knew her, was an international popstar. She starred in a Disney show when she was 14 and her fame started to grow from that point. Rayne was both an actress and a singer, which sometimes exhausted her, yet she loved every bit of it. Specially her fans.

As for Valerie, she is one of Rayne’s backup singers. She met Rayne when her single mother met Rayne’s back then newly divorced father. Rayne hated Valerie’s guts at that time, believing that her mother somehow contributed to her parents’ divorce. But after a while, the hatred died a bit, and their relationship blossomed into a new friendship, even after their parents’ short-lived relationship ended.

I am Skyla Rey, just call me Sky. I have been Rayne’s friend since childhood, before all of this craziness and fame. I started dancing when I was just 5, spending more of my time in dancing classes than school, and when Rayne started touring and grew popular, she made me one of her main backup dancers.

Rayne’s fans know both Valerie and I, due to the endless crazy YouTube videos we used to upload of ourselves when we were younger. Even though Val and I are almost never chased by paparazzi, people still knew us, usually not as Valerie Carter and Skyla Rey, but as Rayne’s two best friends.

“Girls, there you are!” I heard a familiar voice coming from a jogging silhouette. I recognized Charlize from her ginger hair that was bouncing as she ran towards us.

I Charlize give a small wave as she comes into view - she handed us our passports, making sure they are safe in our hands, “take these,” she said inbetween deep breaths, tiresome evident in her voice. “And put them in a where they won’t get lost.”

Charlize was Rayne’s manager, she organized everything from A-Z. Even if she sometimes, if not always, tends to discipline us and act all professional, we loved her to pieces. Specially Rayne, since Charlize has been her manager for 5 years; she saw her as an older sister - after all, Charlize was indeed young in age, barely 25.

“Are we ready to go now?” Rayne asked, desperation in her voice.

“Yes, I think. I just finished the paperwork, we can leave now.”

She put up a hand as we shot out of our seats hastily, making a ‘tut tut’ click with her tongue. I could see her dialing a number in her phone, her jaw clenched.

”Let me call the driver first, we don’t want you to be swarmed by paps and fans once we go out. Make sure you put on your sunglasses, Rayne, maybe a miracle will happen and they won’t recogni- Hello, Fred? Is the car ready?” Her voice trailed off as she stuck a finger in her free ear and knitted her eyebrows together in concentration. She started pacing around in circles around the lounge we were currently in.

“‘Welcome to London Rayne’ is trending on Twitter,” Valerie nudged Rayne’s shoulder and flashed a teasing grin.

Rayne let out a small chuckle as her eyes twinkled in excitement before sliding her phone from her pocket and logging into her twitter, her fingers quickly typing a ‘thank you’ tweet to her fans.

Skyla sticks a couple of stubborn loose strands of her hair into her beanie as shestand there awkwardly, taking in her surroundings and biting into her bottom lip.

Hy eyes were fixed on the wall, and after a few moments, thoughts start to wheel in her mind; thoughts from her little brother, Chace, whom she miss so much, to the new dancing routinues she had to memorize.

After all, today is Rayne’s first day of her new summer tour.

Rayne’s POV:

Rayne's head snapped up from her phone as she heared screams coming from people ahead.

She stood up and start walking to the small window that enabled her to look down at the first floor, near the airport’s exit doors.

On one side, she saw paparazzi holding cameras and chatting together.

On the other, girls screaming their heads off and jumping around impatiently behind a group of airport security, held posters like, “Forget about the tables, lets break the bed.” “Carrots 4 ever!”, and what made her gasp is the sign that read, “Pussy!”, held by a no less than a 15 year old girl, who was flailing her free hand around madly.

Rayne clutched her stomach as she burst into a fit of giggles, Valerie and Sky turned to her with confused looks on their faces, “What’s so funny?” Sky chirped. “I think she’s going mad,” Valerie added in a sing-song tone.

“Look!” Rayne managed to utter, pointing a finger at the fans, her whole body vibrating with laughter.

“Holy fudging mustard!” Valerie’s eyes widened and joined Rayne in the fit of giggles.

Sky, after taking a while to search for what made us snicker, covered her mouth as her eyes started to tear up from laughing, muttering incohorent words inbetween her giggles.

“I’m not sure whether these people -” Valerie pointed at the still screaming fans, “-are fans or people who managed to escape a psychiatric hospital.”

We continued to laugh for a couple of moments, before Rayne wondered out loudly, “Who do you think is here, though? They look like some dedicated fans.”

Sky quirked a brow as she glanced at Rayne, “Who knows? Could be anyone. It’s Heathrow. But whoever she or he or even they are, they are still here. The fans are still waiting.”

“The car is here, girls, but if you want anything, go grab it quick.”

We heard Charlize’s voice behind us, we stepped back from the glass window and Rayne nodded, “I’m going to find someplace to buy some drinks from, maybe there’s a mini market or something.” Charlize gave a nod of approval.

“I’ll tag along,” Skyla added, “I need to use the bathroom.”

Rayne shook her head and looked at Valerie, “Do you want to come? Or do you want us to get you something?” she asked.

“Nah, I don’t really feel like going, I’ll just meet you guys at the car.” She replied as she threw her Rayban aviators on her face.

“Don’t. be. late!” Emphasizing on each word, she raised a threatning finger.

“Ok!” Valerie and Rayne replied, giving both Charlize and Valerie a small wave as they turned around, pushing the lounge’s door open, and starting to walk ahead.

Zayn’s POV:

“Come on, Luxie, say it. Zayyynnn.”

Zayn pronounced his name as clearly as he could, hoping that Baby Lux would pick it up and hoping it would be the first name she says; Harry and him had a bet, each betting on their names being said first by Lux.

“Come on, love, Zaaaaaaayn!” he curled his bottom lip in a pout and pulled on the best puppy face he could of, only to have Lux giggle and try to pinch his lips, her tiny arms flailing around.

“Bad Luxie, bad.” Zayn started tickling her, a smile tugging at his lips as she started to chuckle.

“Aren’t you just adorable,” Louis gave my shoulder a nudge and planted a sloppy kiss on Lux’s cheek as he took a seat next to Zayn.

“Give up, mate, Harry is going to win.” He wiggled his eyebrows and in return, Zayn stuck his tongue out in a playful manner.

“You’re just saying that because you have a little bromance going on -” Zayn pulled the corner of his lips up in a smirk, “Larry Stylinson!”

Louis smacked him in the arm before Harry’s head shot up from under an airport pillow that Niall has shoved over his head after Harry had lay on a couch earlier, a smile evident on his face.

“Has anyone said Larry? Boo Bear, come here, love!” He said dreamily, making unpleasant kissing sounds that made Zayn wrinkle his nose and shake his head.

He rolled his eyes and gently handed Lux to Louis. “Hold her for a little while, will you? I will go rest in the van as you finish- why are you still here again?” Zayn turns to face Liam, his eyes wondering.

“Paul is getting our stuff, Niall and I are going to grab some drinks-” cue to a fist pump and a ‘YEAH BUDDY’ from Niall, “And, erm, Harry apparently ‘has’ to go to the loo and Louis is just… lurking.”

Zayn shook his head in disbelief and nudged his hands in a little wave, “I’ll head to the van- and oh, Harry, you might want to know that there are girls who are holding a ‘Pussy’ sign outside.” Zayn flashed a devious smirk to Harry, causing Harry’s mouth to form a small ‘o’, his eyes widening as the size of a tennis ball.

“Oi! Don’t say words like that in front of Lux. We don’t want her mother killing us in her sleep if that word ends up being Lux’s first.” Niall complained, an expression of pure horror on his face, Liam immediately nodding in agreement.

Zayn smiled to himself as he stepped outside, adjusting his sunglasses and merely taking a few steps before he was greeted with screams that pierced his ear and flashes of cameras by fans and paps.

He plastered a smile on his face as he gave a little wave to the cameras. He was glad to be back in London after a hectic, yet fun, tour in America.

Each one of the boys is going to visit their family for a week or so before returning back to the studio to record a few songs, which Zayn had no complaints about.

He noticed a sign that read ‘RAYNE LYNN!”, His eyes grew huge as the realization of the Rayne Lynn might be somewhere around here clicked.

Oh, Niall is going to die.

After signing a few posters and taking photos with fans, who kept constantly ambushing him with odd questions and sly comments about ‘Zarry’, he started waking towards the exit, flashes still blinding his vision.

After stepping out in the cool air, Zayn’s head hung low as he started busying himself with his jacket, having a silent debate on whether to keep it unbuttoned or to button it, not noticing the body he was about to bump into.

Valerie’s POV:

After getting into the limo that is meant to take us home, Valerie started to rub her hands up and down her arms, wondering why it was this cold. She gasped as she remembered her jacket, searching frantically around for it. Valerie sighed in defeat as she realized she has probably forgot it in the lounge.

“shit shit shit..” she mumbled as she opened the limo’s door and started to jog back to the airport.

She wished that she had at least charged her phone properly back home so she could of dialed Charlize’s number now to get the jacket for her instead of going back.

But, of course, her battery died and once again, the odds weren’t in her favor.

Valerie was too busy fixing the strap of her cut out and pushing back her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose to notice the person in front of her. She barely had time to look up and comprehend what was happened before bumping into a someone’s chest, making her fall on her back and landing with a ‘thud’.

Valerie felt a weight on top of her, a heavy and masculine body, that is. She wasn't sure whether the fall made her imagine this or was it real, but either ways, it was incredibly uncomfortable.

She squinted her eyes, the sunlight making her wince. Damn it, where were her sunglasses?

Valerie started to blink a few times to clear her vision. Her hand flying to her head and rubbing circles around her temples, “Owh.” she whined, biting onto her inner cheek as the pain started to kick in.

A blush crept into her cheeks as she realized how she must of looked, with God knows what on top of her.

“I’m sorry, I truly am, I didn’t look-” a voice rich with a british accent rang through her ears, making her eyes snap open in haste.

She looked up into deep brown eyes that she has never saw before, but she could of sworn they were the most beautiful she has ever seen.

Valerie blinked a few times before continuing to shamelessly stare at the person in front of her; Oh, his lashes, the longest lashes she has ever laid eyes on, and his jawline was so perfect with the facial hair that complemented it, she felt her breath hitch. His lips were so perfectly pouty, Valerie was tempted to peck it.

What the fudging hell? Why am I thinking of kissing a stranger whom I just bumped into and happened to land on top of me? Was I going insane? It was from the fall, was it? Oh, God, now I’m just mentally rambling and staring at his lips. Shit. Shit. Shit. I must look like a maniac.

“You’re staring, love.” Even though she looked away, Valerie could tell he was smiling from the tone of his voice.

Valerie’s face turned bright red as she tried to wiggle from underneath him, hearing a couple of camera clicks emerging from her right, but she was too flustered in her own mess to take the time and look from where it was coming from.

She felt the weight on top of her subside, inhaling a sharp breath as Valerie saw a hand extended in front of her.

His hands were big, she noticed, as she placed her hand into his. His hands felt warm and secure, and Valerie noticed her face blush again.

But nonetheless, she pushed herself up from the ground, picking up the aviators that was scattered next to her on the way, stuffing it into her purse.

As she finally stood up and managed to find her balance, Valerie pulled away her hand suddenly and scratched the back of her neck.

She dared to look up to the boy in front of her, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she studied his face, clearly this time.

He looked familiar, she could tell. But she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Where has she seen him? In a Facebook picture? In a random magazine? Or maybe in a -

“I should of been looking ahead, sorry again.” He mumbled in a low tone, and she could tell he was just as flustered as she was.

“I-It’s okay,” She stammered. Valerie must look like a fool right now, and she cursed herself for what seemed like the millionth time today.

Valerie was pulled back into reality as she felt his eyes travel up and down her body, a look of amusement on his face.

Her eyes widen in horror as she realized that she was wearing a cut out; It wasn’t a big deal, I mean, it shouldn’t be. Her outfit was decent enough and she has been out with less clothing on, but in a way, she still felt exposed in front of him.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she looked around, swaying in her spot uncomfortably.

“Er, I gotta go now, bye.” Valerie said in a rush, she started walking towards the door before she felt a hand clasping around her wrist, tugging at it and pulling her backwards.

“I didn’t quite get your name.” He almost whispered, his head crooking to the side as he looked at Valerie with a smirk on his lips.

She cleared her throat as she straightened her back, piercing her lips in a thin line. “That’s because I didn’t say it.”

“But-“

“Valerie, it’s Valerie.” And with that, she flashed him one last cheeky smile before turning around and waking back to the airport.

Never has she ever felt this way; what was I feeling exactly? she didn’t know. She just knew that that boy gave her butterflies for some apparent reason and made her breath hitch.

Zayn’s POV:

Everything happened too fast, and to his misfortune, ended too fast, too.

Zayn smirked to himself as he remember the blush that crept on her cheeks as she realized her was on top of her. No girls better than the ones that blush, he thought.

She had that baby face that made you want to pinch its cheeks, and big brown eyes that made your stomach twist every time she fluttered her eyelashes. Her curled hair hung low under her shoulders, slightly messed up which made her look even more adorable. Her body was fit and slim, Zayn noticed when she first stood up.

Zayn didn’t get her number, nor where she was staying. But he had her name.

“Valerie.” He whispered to himself.

He noticed how foolish he must look right now, standing outside alone and gaping at nothing. Zayn sighed and started waking to the van.

Once he got inside the van and made himself comfortable in a seat, he pulled out the sunglasses that he picked up after the bump and had stuffed clumsily in his pocket. A confused expression crossed his features as he looked down at the glasses, immediately noting that it was not his nor one of the boys’.

He continued to stare at it for a few seconds like it was some sort of a weird specimen, before the realization clicked in his mind.

Guess that your name isn’t the only thing I’ve got, Valerie.

Skyla’s POV:

“So, I’ll just grab some Coke and water and head back to the car. And don’t take too long in the bathroom, okay? Valerie will kill us if we are late.” Rayne said as she slipped out of her leather jacket and stuffed it inside her huge purse.

Rayne looked absolutely stunning with her high-waisted dark jeans, white cut out that was tied from behind, and the red bandeu she was wearing underneath, Skyla noted.

“There it is, Rayne.” Skyla squinted her eyes and pointed from afar at a little shop that seemed like a mini market.

“Ugh, finally!” Rayne walked a little faster towards the store, and Skyla started to trail behind her, running her fingers through her smooth hair as her head snapped from left to right, her eyes searching for a sign indicating the location of the restrooms.

”Rayne, wait-” Skyla yelled out as she spotted a bathroom door, “- I’ll go in. I’ll be back soon.” She motioned her hand towards the bathroom door.

Rayne noded and flashed a thumb up before continuing to march towards the mini market.

Skyla cursed quietly as she pulled up her high-waisted shorts up again, wiggling it upwards, and wondering why on earth had she bought a size bigger.

She didn’t even look up when she faced two doors, Skyla just pushed the left door open and continued on tugging at her short as she start humming random songs under her breath.

She looked into the mirror and started to fix her beanie, twisting her body from left to right as she checked her shorts from behind before she heard someone from behind her clear his throat.

Skyla let out a little yelp and squealed before turning around, a hand flying to her chest as she closed my eyes and breathed heavily. Skyla was a clumsy person, even for a dancer, and she got frightended easily.

Skyla didn’t experience the true horror until she opened her eyes, her eyes widening when a curly-haired boy came into view.

Harry’s POV:

When Harry got out of the bathroom’s stall, the last thing I expected is to find a fit girl in front of him.

He crooked his neck to the side as he folded his arms across his chest, his eyebrows wiggling in amusement.

Harry cleared my throat, cue to the girl gasping and turning around, being as flustered as ever.

A smile of pure amusement crosses his lips as Harry stared at the girl in front of him; her hair was tied in a messy side ponytail, a few strands of her hair flying around, whilst the others were tucked under her beanie. She wore a black bodysuit and high-waisted washed out shorts that complemented her long legs perfectly, a disheveled backpack hung on one of her shoulders.

She looked effortless, she looked natural, she looked beautiful.

“You frightened me,” she mumbled in a low, delicate voice, staring at Harry in confusion.

Harry could tell that she wasn’t from around here, since her accent was pure american.

She narrowed her eyes at him and quirked a curious eyebrow, “What are you doing here, anyway?” she said with a layer of horror covering her tone, “here? in a women’s bathroom? You pervert!”

Harry couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter at her words, shaking his head and looking back at her.

“You’re at the men’s loo, sweetheart. If one of us is a pervert, it’s gotta be you.” he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

Her eyes seemed to widen for a second before straightening her back confidently, clearing her throat. “You’re Harry, Harry Styles. Oh, that explains the pussies.” She said simply, with a blank expression on her face. She fought the urge to laugh out loud as she remembered that poster the fans were holding earlier.

Harry unfolded his arms and started to wiggle closer to the girl, a smirk evident on his lips and he emphasized it with a sultry look from beneath his lashes.

“That’s me. And pussies? Hm? Are you hinting for something, love? We are in a public airport, but I’m sure something can be arranged.” He said, adding a mischievous wink afterwards.

“What?” She said with a gasp, her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What?” Harry replied casually.

“I-I meant the posters, er, the fans were holding. Oh, Goodness, never mind.” She kept fiddling with the hem of her shorts, to say that she was flustered was an understatement.

And she was blushing, Hard, Harry noticed.

He tried not to find too much amusement in this situation, but he failed miserably.

His grin remained intact as he continued to stare boldly at the girl. ”You’re good at this. Seems like getting out of a men’s stall and flirting with a girl you don’t even know is something totally normal for you.” she added, a teasing tone hinted in her voice.

Instantly beaming brightly at her, Harry replied, “Why, It indeed is.”

He could see her tense as he inched closer and closer, sensing how uncomfortable he was making her. And if anything, it only satisfied Harry even more.

She arched a brow and shook her head in disbelief, but Harry saw the smile that tugged slightly at her lips.

“You are straight-forward, aren’t you? Anyway, I gotta go back. Excuse me..” She started to take a step towards the door, but he put out a hand to block her from stepping away from infront of me, she stops and glares at him, blinking in confusion.

Tilting his head just the barest fraction, Harry’s eyes burned into hers. “Can I have your name?”

“Give me a reason to?” She challanged, directing a heated glare his way.

“Give me a reason not to.” He pressed.

Harry was stubborn, all the people around him knew that. And when Harry Styles wanted something, or someone, no wasn’t the answer he accepted.

“My name is Skyla. And it’s all you’re getting.” Skyla stated simply, compressing her lips together and refusing to say a single word.

She dragged her feet along the floor and made her way to the door, and Harry didn’t try to stop her this time. Instead, he rooted his feet on the ground and called after her.

“If I want to see you again, Skyla, how will I?” He yelled out after her in desperation.

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at Harry - and he could see she was thinking as she looked directly at him.

“If it was meant to be, I’ll see you again, sooner or later.” She nodded her head as she made her way out.

Skyla’s POV:

Skyla inhaled a deep breath as she made her way from the restroom to the mini market.

She just met Harry fudging Styles and he shamelessly flirted with her.

What was happening? She couldn’t deny that fact that he was impossibly attractive, though; how his dimples sank deep in his cheeks whenever he smiled or laughed, how his eyes glistened with mischief, hell, even the acne that was scattered along his forehead were imperfectly perfect. And how his curls were framed around his beanie that covered most of his hair only added to the scale of attractiveness.

She sighed dreamily as she walked into the market, immediately spotting Rayne at the cashier, fidgeting with her wallet.

She couldn’t take Harry out of her mind even as she reached a very flustered looking Rayne, Skyla felt starstruck and weird.

She placed her elbow on the counter and rested her head on her hand, sighing dramatically.

Rayne looked up from her wallet and shot a glance at Skyla. “Someone took a long time in the bathroom.” She snickered quietly.

Skyla rolled my eyes and smiled weakly back. “Yeah, a bit.”

If turned out that after all, Rayne didn’t only get drinks, but has bought chips, chocolates, and more candy.

Even though Rayne ate like an elephant, she was still slim and skinny. Skyla mentally cursed her impossibly high metabolism.

“It will be 16 pounds, miss.” A very bored looking lady informed Rayne.

Rayne leaned her head slightly in my direction and whispered, eying the lady as she did so, ”I’m 2 pounds short, Skyla.”

Niall’s POV:

“Can we please go to Nando’s after that? I’m starving.” Niall stuck out his bottom lip at Liam and Paul who were silently walking along, heading to buy some water from the mini market.

“We can’t, Niall. Not today, at least. We gotta rest. We are all knackered, mate.” Liam gave Niall a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders, Paul nodded his head continued to walk straight ahead.

“Fine. But you owe me one.” Niall whined softly in protest.

After a few more steps, they reached the mini market. Niall’s eyes immediately lit up in excitement as his mouth began to water, his eyes bouncing from one food item to another.

He began to pick some chips and chocolate bars, tossing them playfully to the basket Liam was holding in one hand.

“Do you think the boys prefer Pepsi or Coke?” Liam wondered to himself, his fingertips bouncing from a drink to another.

“Liam, mate, why not get both if we can, eh?” Niall smacked Liam’s arms, causing him to snicker, before grabbing four of each drink and placing it in the basket.

After a while of tossing more food items in the basket, taking crazy pictures of himself, and throwing candy bars at Liam - which made Paul throw angry comments at Niall - they finally headed to the cashier.

“Er, no problem, just take one more item back.” He heard a familiar female voice whisper.

“But I need them all, I do.” Another voice, which Niall recognized immediately, snapped back.

Niall kept his composure as he turned around, intaking a sharp breath as he faced the Rayne Lynn and Skyla, her friend whom Niall recognized from her YouTube videos.

“Niall, do you need me to scrape your jaw off the floor? What’s so-” Liam trailed off after he spotted Rayne on the left side of Niall, and a small smile took up residance on his lips.

“Ah, I get it now.” Liam commented slyly.

“Sh, Liam!” Niall whispered angrily, trying to shush him with a flailing hand.

“Okay, okay, fine!” Niall heard Rayne say in defeat.

Niall searched his pocket and pulled out the money he could find, slipping two pounds from rest and slipping the rest of the money back into his pocket.

He stepped forward silently and handed the lady the money, only to receive odd looks from her.

“Er, for them.” Niall nudged his head towards Rayne and Skyla’s direction, he stuffed both his hands in his pockets, looking directly at Rayne.

Both two girls turned around at the same time, staring at Niall directly, making him blush instantly.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Rayne spoke up. “Er, thanks.” She flashed a smile to Niall, “I’ll make sure I return that-“

“No, it’s okay, seriously, it’s only two pounds..” Niall wanted nothing but to headdesk himself for being so awkward in a moment like this.

“It’s good to finally meet you, Niall.” Rayne’s friend, Skyla, spoke up. Beaming at him and offering a bright smile.

“You too, you both, actually..” he trailed off, forcing a grin on his face.

“Well, we’ve got to go now. Maybe we’ll see you around soon, who knows?” Skyla chirped, grabbing the two bags in one hand, the other was clasped around Rayne’s shoulder.

“Maybe, bye girls!” Liam gave a small wave while Niall just stood there awkwardly.

He watched as Skyla dragged Rayne with her out of the mini market, whispering words Niall couldn’t quite make out.

“Holy urghhh- Why am I so awkward, Liam?” Niall covered his face with both of his hands, sighing loudly into them.

Liam chuckled quietly as he unclasped Niall’s hands and patted his shoulder, forcing himself to keep a straight face, “Wait till the lads hear about this!”

Valerie’s POV:

Valerie gave Rayne and Sky a small smile as they entered the limo, helping them with some of the bags and setting them down on some vacant seats.

They both looked flustered and weird, she noticed. But she didn’t bother to ask nor comment since she, herself, was feeling odd, too.

Charlize entered the limo and looked around, stuffing some of the papers inside her bag.

“Crazy day.” she muttered tiredly, more to herself that to the girls.

Skyla rested her head against the window, laughing quietly to herself before speaking up, “You have no idea."

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