#& sofia got her moms nose & lips but she also got her dads eye & hair color so wears contacts & dyes her hair to be more like her mom

[kazuaru]

Nathan & Sofia's divorced parents (Maria & Scott).

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We are not just friends —Part 8

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7

It's been a couple of days and Sofía finally had the time to Skype with Mandy.

“Works going great, today's been kind of long. Been interviewing a bunch of people to the assistant gig.” Sofía spoke to the computer resting on the middle of the bed, she was pointing it towards the mirror where Sofía was brushing her hair.

“That's awesome baby, don't work too hard though,” Mandy said eating an apple. “Where's Chris?”

“He had some meetings or something—” She shrugged looking back at Mandy who had her eyebrows up, lips puckering. she was waiting. “Okay, yes we did it, we had sex.”

She actually claps like a child. “I want details, bitch,” Mandy said and Sofía laugh

"I had never been fucked that deep on my life and I've been around the block,” Sofia said biting her lip. “And he's… dominant and tender. I don't know.” She waves a hand and shrugged.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mandy said putting a hand on her chest. “It's like me with Luke, no one can fuck me as he fucks me. I totally get it—so, you guys dating now?”

“What? no.” Sofía shakes her head.

“You haven't talked about it yet?”

“A little, the other day after you helped him ambush me on the bar. But I don't know, I like him that's for sure and he likes me.”

“Well, that's a start—finally, it was like a fucking pregnancy with you two.” She laughs.

“But we're not dating, just… fucking, he's still my friend.” she shrugged

“And Chris is okay with it?”

“Why not? we were speaking that he had sex with his ex and regretted the whole thing, but I don't know, I'm convenient for him"

“And he told you that?”

“No, But—

“I don't think Chris, Chris I know thinks you're convenient.”

“But I am, I'm cool with that—I don't want anything else,” Sofía said, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, now paying attention to her friend.

“But why not? Sof. he's not some idiot you've founded on tinder—”

“I've used tinder once!”

“That leads to the most lengthy relationship you've had—on your life!” Mandy said.

Sofía rolled her eyes. “yeah and that worked out so good, Tiffany leave me with fucking PTSD—And your point?”

“Is that I think Chris is the one you've been waiting for your whole life.” She speaks and Sofía frown. “I remember what we talked about when we were younger before shit went down—you know.”

“Yeah, I remember… I was seventeen and still a virgin. I didn't even realize that I liked women too.”

“Yeah, that doesn't matter—I mean I'm glad that you're out and proud not the point—but Isn't Chris all that you ever wanted in someone?”

“Why are you making a telenovela out of this?, I already told you—”

“I think he's great for you and you deserve great—I mean there's no men worthy of you but Chris is pretty close,” Mandy spoke as she walked on the apartment back in Boston. “I'm not telling you now, but maybe there's a future with him.”

“I don't know—how're things back there?” Sofia had abruptly change subjects and Mandy stares her through the computer.

“It's good, I miss you—”

“I miss you too, baby.”

“—no one cooks for me here and I had been back at home and mom and dad also miss you. And Ian has a crush on you.”

“Your baby bro?, He's eighteen!.” She raised her eyebrows.

“He's been asking about you a lot. When's Sofi coming?, Sofi this and Sofi that.” Mandy laughed. “It's kind of endearing.”

“Yes, he's cute maybe in a few—

“Shut the fuck up, no way in fucking hell your—Ewww!” Mandy screamed and shake her head making Sofía laugh.

“I'm fucking with you—” She smiled and her phone started ringing, it was Chris. “And speaking of.” Sofia smile showing her the phone.

“Oh, don't let me get in the way!” Mandy said and blow her a kiss and ended the call after saying goodbye.

“Hey!” She smiles letting herself fall on the bed.

“Hi baby, just gets home—I've been on the studio all day.” He said. He sounded tired, she could tell.

“You sound tired, have you eaten yet?”

“I am, dead tired.” He yawns over the phone.

“Not yet, I'm ordering something though—wanna come over? I might have a huge bag of weed.” He laughed.

“Hell yes.” She said laughing. “I'll bring some pizza, go take a shower and relax—I'll be there in a little bit,” Sofía said already getting out of bed.

“You're the best!, I'll leave the door unlocked, just get it.”

“Alright, see you on a bit.”

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“Chris?” Sofia called, locking the door behind her as she walked to the empty-looking house. Dodger came running from the back to greet her. “Hey baby, where's daddy?” She asked him as he moves his tail all over. When she reached the living room he was sprawled on the couch, phone resting on his chest.

“Awh,” Sofia said putting the two pizzas on the coffee table and slide her backpack off and kneel beside him and kissed his beard. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Chris's eyes fluffer open and his smile got to bashful that Sofia had to sigh deeply. He was so handsome, with those bright blue eyes.

“My sofi–” He spoke grabbing her from the waist and pulled her on top of him and slide his hand under her dress, sliding his hands up and down her ass.

“You tired, champ?”

“Not of this ass.” He nipped at her neck and then kissed her. “I'm hungry though, that pizza is getting me.” Chris swat at her ass and she laughs.

“Let's eat, uhm?”

Chris scooted her again and seat her beside him on the couch. They sat there as Sofia surf through Netflix trying to catch a movie.

“You do something tomorrow?” Chris asked taking another bite of his pizza.

“Nope, I mean nothing job-related.”

“Mm, I've got a birthday party. You interested?”

“Yes. free food, especially cake.” She quickly agreed, Chris snort. “who's the birthday?”

“A friend, you'll see.”

Sofía cranked her neck up from his shoulder and squinted his eyes at him. “Why you'll being all mysterious and shit?”

Chris laughed, taking a sip of his beer and shrugged.

“It's not Brad, isn't it?” She frowns.

“Why?”

“I don't like him very much.”

Chris frown, giving her one stare to elaborate on that, and Sofía sigh. “He cornered me on the kitchen and asked me if you and I were fucking, so he knows I'm off-limits. He asked me out and was kind of surprised when I said no.”

Chris pursed his lips and looked forward. “Fucking asshole. We're not really close, he's usually hanging with us, he's no longer welcome.”

Sofía bite her pizza and looked at him, not gonna lie she liked that… possessiveness on Chris even though she won't admit it. Leaving the half-eaten pizza there, she grabbed her beer and took a few gulps.

“You finish that?” She asked and Chris looked at her, throwing the pizza on the coffee table and grabbed the beer from her hand, and she giggles putting biting her nail.

“Sure as hell did.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, straddle him. Chris looked down at her bare legs as he caresses them, up and down, and then put both of his hands on her ass and squeeze it. Camila looked down and grabbed the joint Chris had previously rolled and a lighter.

“Want to?” She said putting the joint between her lips and Chris hummed at him.

Sofia light it up, throwing the lighter back at the table and took a deep drag, hold it for a moment, and put the joint on Chris's mouth.

“Fuck—” She looked up, blowing the smoke. “So good.”

“Yeah,” He blew the smoke, hand gripping her jaw, his fingers playing with her bottom lip and she opened her mouth and he slipped two fingers inside, closing her lips around them she sucked, tongue dragging up the bottom. Chris slide then out and wrap his fingers around her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss “You've got no idea what you do to me.”

“I do,” She smiles, lazily, and press herself more against his clothed dick. “Feels so good.”

“I do,” She smiles, lazily, and press herself more against his clothed dick. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck, it does.” Chris closed his eyes, leaning his head against her chest as she started to move her hips, oh so slowly. Grabbing the joint from his fingers, she gave it another go, already feeling light and dazed.

“You're so fucking… cute,” She bit her lips while smiling cupping Chris's face. “Your eyes are so beautiful and blue and your lashes—I want them.”

Chris blushed and Sofía squeezes his face planting kisses on his forehead, his nose, and their lips.

“–Then,” She said. Putting the joint between her lips and grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off, revealing his toned body. “That. all of it—fuck. me.”

“I'm trying—” Chris chuckle, now he gave it the final drag and leave the joint on the ashtray on the table. Grabbing Sofia’s face, she opened her mouth and shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

“I'm so high, that's some good shit right there.” She hides her face on the creak of his neck and laughs, making him laugh.

“It is,” He hummed, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the butterfly kisses on his neck, she suddenly wrapped her arms around here and they just stayed there. Chris's hand kept caressing her back.

“Sofi?” He said, trying to look at her face but her soft breathing, arms going limp. Chris chuckle as he stands up, she still on his arms and carried her to the bed and tuck her in.

“Chris?” She said, barely audible as she hugged her own pillow.

“Yes? baby.” He said. Taking off his shirt and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes.

“You're my best friend, I love you.” She expressed, Chris craned his neck to see her. Eyes still closed, mouth slightly open.

“I love you too, Sof.”

“Cool.” She hummed. “I love Mandy more, she first.”

Chris let out a heartfelt laugh and slide in bed with her and scoot her to sleep on his chest and she accommodated quickly.

“Sorry about your boner.” She slurred, smiling a bit when Chris laughed again. “The fuck I've smoke?”

“It's a strand I use to relax, I've used it for a while now.”

“Relax me the fuck right, I can't open my eyes.” She gulped. “Imma drools on you, so you know.”

He laughs. “Droll me, I'll take it.”

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Hello . You might call me Tessa.

Here I upload my stories in English. My native language is Bulgarian and I have a profile with stories in Bulgarian. Here, I'm just trying to distribute them in English too. Excuse me if there are any errors.

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Chapter 1

Bulgaria, Sofia Airport, 2 years earlier

I stood by my suitcase and stamped nervously with my leg. I waited to announce the flight to London and I was losing patience. At the insistence of my parents, we came 2 hours earlier, in each case.

      - Uh! - I cracked.

"Easy, Kathy, stay a little longer," my mother said. I just rolled my eyes. When I knew I had to go to London, at first I was both opposed to my father. "What? London? England? In another country? Absurd!". But after many disputes and negotiations, we finally reached a consensus. Still, I was going for 5 days, not for 5 years - Are you sure you took everything, did you forget something? "continued Mummy.

"You've been asking me for the 18th time," I said, grinning. "Everything is in the suitcase... And now you calm down, you will not feel when these five days will pass. Still, they will not be hanging over there. Tomorrow is the interview, on Thursday is the concert and on Friday I go home ...

     "Wonderful concert," my father murmured.

     "Ah, please, no offense - I looked bad.

     - All right, good, peace! - be peace some other time - Tell her again, who were these bunnies ... "my father reiterated.

- One Direction - I rushed him roughly - and they are not skewers ... they are ... Gods ...

My father made a face as if he was vomiting.

     "Have you noticed that the bigger you get, the more upset?"

     - You too - I said, and I put it on, maybe we wanted to argue - very well - And can you explain to me how my song with my songs was in your car?

     "I have no idea what you're talking about - my father was outraged. I narrowed my eyes and continued.

     "A few days ago I noticed that the disk was gone, and the day he was coming back from work, you listened to their song ... and sang! I pointed it theatrically with my finger

- Innocent until proven otherwise! He turned to Mother for help. Now I was indignant, because I really had a few days ago heard him listening to What makes you beautiful and singing her.

Mom only shook her head and said,

      "You are such children both ..."

      "Please passengers to London head to a third terminal. - announced from the airport.

I jumped as if I had been dropped. Ours also got up and hugged me hard.

      - Take care! "Dad said.

"And you do not talk to strangers ..." I read his tone, and my mother frowned behind my neck.

     "More seriously. but she was also going to laugh at her. At least she had faith, but for my father and 50 to become, I will still be his "little girl". Mom also hugged me. "Call when you arrive.

     "Okay, okay, come on Friday," Dad interrupted. "Come on, if you miss the plane, I'm not taking the third world in the next 10 years.

   - 10 minimum! I kissed his cheek and walked away. I turned in front of the terminal, waved them, and motioned for them to leave. Then I boarded the plane.

I was getting a second-class ticket. I quickly found my place and settled down. I had never been on a plane before, and I was getting a little nervous. That's why I pulled out the headphones and played music - that was the only way to reassure. I closed my eyes. Hell, I thought, I'm the biggest lucky man in the world! I had won a One Direction concert ticket, and before that I was going to be part of a show, telling myself about how I got here. And if I had to be honest, I had no idea how. Just one day while I was listening to More Than This, I decided I had to share it in a tweeting, I did not know what made me, but I noticed the boys, and finally I wrote, "These are the words every girl dreams of listening Thank you guys now I will never find a boyfriend! " The video I was publishing was from their concert and they sang live and it was, in a nutshell, unique. After this tweet, my followers quickly grew up, and the tweit itself was ripped a few thousand times. A few days later I received a message from the official tweed of the band. One of their managers congratulated me and sent me a poll to complete. I naturally filled it out immediately and sent it. It was strange to me that I had to write my phone number, but I added it. I was in shock when they called me after 2 days told me I was winning a ticket for their concert. I shot directly into the seventh sky with happiness. Of the millions of their fans around the world, I had won !!! The managers would have organized my stay in England to bear my expenses and sent me to Bulgaria on Friday. These people hardly knew, but my dream came true - I would have seen the boys ... I WOULD LOVE THE ONE DIRECTION CONCERT !!!

     I did not feel when the plane took off, nor the trip to England, I was asleep. But I felt the nudge of the woman sitting next to me.

"Sleeping, we've arrived," she said, smiling softly.

     - Thanks! "I said sleepy, and I rose. When I got off the plane, I was really scared - I did not know who would be waiting for me or where to go.

     My fears turned out to be in vain - there was a bright group standing at the meeting. A young girl stood and held a white sheet on which my name was written in Bulgarian. Beside her, a man looked at his watch and looked curiously. These two were surrounded by four healthy men who held away a few journalists. Not to see him, my arrival was a public secret. I pulled the suitcase and went straight to the girl

- Hello! - I said in English. She looked at me, smiled and began to spit in Bulgarian.

     "Hi, I'm Maria, but you can tell me Mary. I'll be your translator. This is Paul, he is ...

     - I know who it is - I broke it - Sorry, I do not want to be rude, but I speak perfectly English! - it was really like this - my English was like a native language.

     - Great! - Mary was not offended at all - I'm not even for a while, I'll only help you on the show. She turned to Paul Paul, that's Catherine.

     - Hello! he said as we shuffled and looked at his watch again. "Come on, it's time to go, we'll be late for the show."

     - What show? - I asked.

- What you're going to be in! Mary answered, handing my suitcase to one of the men.

      - What ?! I almost cried out, and Paul turned and looked at me.

      - Speak English?

      "Perfect," I answered him rather quietly.

      "Oh, that's gonna be really fun," and a sly smile appeared on his lips. "Anyway, there's a change in the plan the show will be shooting today," he began to explain as we walked toward the exit.

      - But tomorrow ... - I felt how I started to mumble - In the sense, I want at least to wash and change my clothes

"Then you will be bathed in the hotel - we were already outside, opened the door to a huge black jeep and said good-bye - I'm really sorry!

I shrugged my shoulders and climbed, and while we were traveling to the studio I was blinking out the window.

     - Well, how are you feeling? He tried to talk to Mary.

     "Okay," I lied. Actually, I was not good at all. I was seriously panicked. I thought the interview would be tomorrow, and I'll have enough time to adjust mentally for it. But obviously I would not have this opportunity.

The trip to the studio lasted for 30-40 minutes. We stopped in front of a tall building in the center of London, then climbed to the fifth floor. There was the studio there, and there was real chaos inside. There were people running back and forth, chambers and microphones spread. Maria and Paul took me to a dressmaker and told me I had half an hour to prepare, wished my success, and left me alone. About 5 minutes I was dull looking at the door and blinking at the rags. "Oh my God, what did I do?" I thought, and then came out of the trance that I had fallen into. I looked around for my suitcase, but he was gone. Shit, I'm gonna have to go out with the clothes I wore. I was wearing a white adidas, and black, wider and without back, dark blue jeans and sneakers. Not so bad, I thought, in other circumstances, I would wear something like this. There was another small room in the dressing room and rightly assumed it was the toilet. I went in and washed my face and hands. Good thing the make-up was in my handbag. I was rarely making up and generally not using a background, but at the moment I was pale as a ghost, and it would be a good idea to put a little color on my face. I emphasized my eyes with a line of eye and a black pencil, and then I put on and spiraled. I dropped my hair from the tail and cut it. I'm not the first beauty, but I'm not too ugly, or at least I thought so. I have big blue eyes, full lips, chick nose, the shape of my face is neither round nor oval, but some cross between the two, I can not determine. I weigh 50 kilos and I am 1.60 high. As a whole, my appearance is not in the "classic beauty" category, but the health is. I only like my hair - black, with a slight reddish tinge reaching the middle of my back.

Somebody knocked on the door and I jumped. It was Mary.

     "After 5 minutes we're on the air, are you ready?" Wow, you look amazing. Come on ...

He did not wait to answer, grabbed my arm and pulled me out. Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Let me note that, at first, my vocabulary was too blossoming from swearing, and I swore more than necessary, one of my many shortcomings.

      "Listen now," Mary said, "Alan will say your name, you'll go out and sit next to me, I'll wait for you there

 591/5000

Samo kimnakh, vŭobshte ne razbrakh kakvo mi kaza. Meri me potupa okurazhitelno po ramoto i izchezna. I na men mi ideshe da izbyagam, no nyamashe na kŭde - pred men be stsenata, taka da kazha, ot dyasno beshe publikata, vodeshtiyat sedeshe na malko divanche, a do nego imashe drugo po-golyamo, i ot lyavo, zad golemiya divan, imashe video stena. I v tozi moment vodeshtiya izvika imeto mi, publikata pochna da rŭkoplyaska, a Meri se beshe nastanila do nego. Imakh chuvstvoto, che shte umra, no misŭlta, che khilyadi bikha ubili, za da sa na moeto myasto, me uspokoi i vdŭkhna sili. Usmikhnakh se izlyazokh v svetlinite na prozhektorite.

I just nodded, did not know what he said to me at all. Mary patted my shoulder encouragingly and disappeared. And I was about to flee, but there was not where - the scene was in front of me, so to speak, to the right of the audience, the leader was sitting on a small sofa and beside him there was another one, and on the left, behind the big sofa, there was a video wall. And at that moment the guy called out my name, the audience started applauding, and Mary was sitting next to him. I had the feeling that I was going to die, but the thought that thousands would kill to be in my place calmed me and inspired me. I smiled and went out into the spotlight.

 I sat down as Mary instructed me and looked at the guy. He stared at me.

    "Is this the girl who will never find her boyfriend?" - he pointed at me and watched the audience, I started to laugh. "Are you sure she is not a mistake?" - they are all grinning - Are you Katerina Petrova?

    "In all my shine," I said in Bulgarian, and I laughed again. Mary translated. I did not understand why I was a translator, I was almost certain they were playing a game. Whatever it is, I'd get involved.

   "I do not believe," Alan said, pointing me to his finger, "Who are you?"

I frowned.

"So, the guy stopped grinning," Katerina, tell us about yourself.

    - My name is Katerina Petrova, 22 years old, from Bulgaria ... and I love One Direction.

The audience clapped and I began answering questions. In about 15 minutes, Alan interrupted me.

    "Katherine ... a very long name, can I call you Kate or Kat?" - I nodded - Great! And now I have a little surprise for you, actually a few, but we'll start with the first one.

Oh my God! Surprises? They knew how to make a man look on his fingernails.

    "So ... turn to the video wall. "Alan went on.

I turned and fed - there were Liam, Louis, Nile, Harry and Zane ...

     - Hello! "everyone said, and I stood with my mouth open and lost my mind.

     "We're One Direction ..." Liam began.

     - And you won ... - Louis.

"Ticket for our ..." "Nile.

     - Concert on Thursday. - Harry.

    - We love you ... - Zane.

    "Until recently ..." they said again, and waved. The video is over. I felt my eyes fill with tears.

    - Are you crying? - Alan asked - Oh God ... she's crying!

I winked and began to grin.

   "It was ... it was ..." but obviously I had no words to go on. At that moment Alan became serious.

    "Now, can I ask you something?" - I nodded - Do you speak English?

I started to laugh again.

    - I speak English more than well, 7 years of language learning, and 14-15 speak it freely.

    "And if I ask you in the next half-hour to do that you do not understand a word, would you do that?"

Of course. "I agreed, I would have finally figured out this nonsense of translating.

     "But before that, I want you to sing," Alan said.

     - What ?! No no no! - I immediately objected - I sing terrible!

     "Please, that's about the next surprise ..." he winked at me in a conspiratorial manner. I shook my head and tried to argue - unsuccessfully. I did not understand how, but this guy convinced me and while I was feeling I was already with a microphone in my hand and I was about to sing More Than This ...

     "I'm really singing horribly," I warned, and he snapped his ears, which made me wander.

     - Do not laugh but sing ...

The piano played somewhere and I sang the chorus of my favorite song, hoping I would not show up ... very much. The lights went out and only one projector lit up right in me. I felt stupid, did not see it, and I was not a singer and could not sing why did I make myself hang out? I sang the chorus and I glared at the lead Alan - he only smiled, Mary smiled. The piano was still playing. At that moment I heard 5 to the pain known voices that began to sing. The lights went on, and I was surrounded by the incredible guys from One Direction. I saw them alive ... from flesh and blood ... Oh my God! Oh my gosh! I had not dreamed about it ...

They stood around me and they were singing, smiling, probably by my stupid expression, but at that moment I did not know where I was! I stopped singing, the audience clapped and they sat down on the couch ... beside me. I kept watching them without blinking. I had the feeling that if it blinked and they would disappear. Alan said something, but I did not hear it, the boys began to laugh. I turned to Mary and asked her to pinch me. Everyone was already grinning.

- Oh, please, Harry, I'm gonna pinch her - she does not believe you're here! "And Harry, sitting right next to me, immediately reached out and pinched me. I just melted. "And now the last surprise," Alan went on, "which is for all of you," he pointed to us six. "We've decided with your managers to do something for you ... You get a fifteen-day rest, and this lady will enjoy your company.

What? 15 days? With these amazing guys? It all became clear to me - I was dead and this was heaven ...

The guys seemed to be really happy.

"But ... I have to warn you - she does not speak an English word - the boys looked at me horribly, I could hear their thoughts," What the hell are we going to do for 15 days with a guy we can not even communicate with? " I was grinning, that's what the plan was ... Alan continued, "But I warn you, she's a real devil, so be careful! "They smiled a little nervously, and Harry said something of the sort that we would use the body language, everyone laughed, but they looked at me strangely, as if I were coming from another planet, not from another country.

I did not say anything I just smiled and did not stop wondering about my luck ...

After the show, Paul gathered us and loaded us on the jeep. Before I got in, Mary was shining brightly, it seemed no less than me. Overall, the trip was epic, at least for me. We were going to a hotel complex on the outskirts of London - I understood that while I was doing that I did not understand.

     "What did we deserve?" Zane asked, "I do not think you were really excited."

     "I have no idea," Nilel said.

     "Keep it tight, it will not be that bad," Liam said, looking at me not very hopefully. I stared out the window and barely kept my laughter.

We arrived at the hotel at dusk. The complex was amazing, I had no words to describe it. From inside he was even more stunning. Apparently our luggage had already arrived because Paul gave us a sign to go straight up. The managers had rented an apartment on the top floor. The boys climbed to one of the lifts, and Paul and I in the other. Once we were alone, we started laughing.

    "Do not forget, they do not know you're talking English! - Paul reminded me.

    "What did they deserve?" - I asked the question that Zane was trying to do.

    "They are very fun, they like to make jokes ... Well, now we will have some fun with them.

We continued to laugh, but as soon as the elevator stopped again, we became serious. The crowds had already taken the apartment and settled on a table full of flavors. Paul showed me my room, wished us good night and left.

    - Well, now it's been interesting! - said Harry.

Everyone looked at me, and I sat down in a chair beside the table. Harry decided to officially introduce himself.

    "Haaari," said Leieam, Naayal, Luwie and Zeeeine. he pointed to the others.

I raised my eyebrows. I had not won a ticket for their concert, which means I was a fan, I knew all their songs, when and where they were born, I supposed to know their names. They did not seem to have this opinion. I decided to make an idiot, as they obviously thought of me.

"Haaari," I said, pointing to myself, Leieim, Naalal, Luwoy, Yane, and pointed at the others. Everyone laughed, even Zane, though he did not stutter, make a face and squeeze "O God!"

    "No, no, no," Harry said, pointing again, "Haari. - I rewrote it again - No! Hari ... - already shouting and patting his chest - I'm Harry!

   "Harry, stop doing a clown, he's hopeless," said Zane, pointing at me. Rough! Someone was sour. I frowned.

   "Harry, Liam, Louis, Nile ... Yeah," I pointed out to everyone by saying their names correctly, except for Zane. Everyone laughed without Mr. Sarditko.

   "You," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

   "Yane," he said.

   - Zane!

   - Yeah ..

   - Zane! - he knocked on the table, got up and sat down on the couch - He does not know he can not talk, but he has

- Zane! "He stumbled on the table, got up and sat down on the couch." He does not know he can not speak, he has his own room! he continued to groan.

I followed him with my mouth open. I grabbed a loaf and I found it. I hit his neck and he turned quickly.

    - Zane! "I growled, and I turned his back on the demonstration. The others went awry. I looked at Harry and pointed.

    - Catherine! - it was my turn to laugh now, it was hard for them to pronounce my name. I finally gave up, shaking my head. I looked at them questioningly.

    - Kate? I asked, and they agreed unanimously.

"Kate ..." Niall called me and pushed me a dish of food. I shook my head and signaled to them that I was going to sleep. I was too tired, the emotional day was telling her the word. I got up and walked to the room.

    "Kate another time," Zane snapped as I passed him. I looked at him devastatingly, and before I closed the door to the room, I ran out of it. His physiognomy was invaluable, and the laughter of the boys was heard for a long time.

I woke up early and my first job was to have a bath. I had my own bathroom, as opposed to the boys who had to use a common one. I allowed myself to swell under the shower and went out when I felt like jelly. I wound my hair with a towel, put on a T-shirt and boxer, put on my toothbrush with plenty of paste, and went out to have some coffee. It was my everyday ritual at home. Only it turned out I was not the only one who was annoying - Harry and Zane lay on the couch and stared at the TV. As I walked into the room, the two stood up.

"Oh God," Harry muttered, looking at me. I only waved and hurried to go to the kitchen, and they laughed. Hell, how could I forget I was not alone and I was walking around my pants ?!

   "You can not deny he has a cool asshole ..." I heard Harry speak to Zane.

   "I've seen even cooler." - it was the answer - Plus, her breasts are small.

   "You know brother, since you broke up with Perry you got scared. - Harry gave it back, and I sharpened my ears - She's very good girl, she's even terribly cute ... - They kept arguing, but I no longer listened to them - I was shocked.

Did you break up with Perry ?! Why? When? How? He was my favorite band, though in the last few hours he was trying to change that. With Perry they were an incredible couple and I was very happy about their happiness. But they are broken. That's where his mellow mood came from ...

    As I pondered the reasons for separating Zane and Perry, my coffee became ready. I picked it up in my glass and went to my room, but a door opened in the corridor and collided with Liam.

    "What about ..." he began, but he stopped when he saw me. I smiled and literally flew to my room. I heard them grinning. How could I have done so?

     I immediately put on my shorts, brushed my teeth, took the cigarette case, and went back to the living room with them.