Complicated (1D)

Chapter 1:

-Lilah-

"So this is London?" my best friend, Chelsey, asked, gazing around in awe.

"Yeah, this is the place," I replied, smiling excitedly.

"Oh my god, this is going to be the best three weeks of our lives. Chilling in London with my famous best friend, that is the life, man!" Chelsey exclaimed, her blue-green eyes sparkling. My eyes darted around, checking for paparazzi. It seemed they didn't know about my trip to London yet.

"Being famous also has it's cons, you know," I told her, rolling my eyes. Chelsey shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes on a convenience store nearby.

"Why worry about cons when you have pros? Do you think that shop sells iced coffee?" she questioned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I nodded, following her inside. Chelsey drinks iced coffee constantly, it's just her addiction. Mine's performing, how strange is that? Chelsey paid for her iced coffee, reluctantly giving me a sip. I spilled some on my blue shirt, causing Chelsey to laugh at me.

"I'm so clumsy," I snickered, watching Chelsey laugh her head off. She sighed, and stared at the spot of iced coffee.

"Are you gonna drink that, Miss Clumsy?" she asked, referring to the damp spot on my shirt. At first, I'd thought she was joking, but as it turns out, she was being serious.

"I'm saving it for later," I lied, finding it hard not to laugh. Chelsey took another sip from her iced coffee, smirking at me.

"I don't need it anyway! Come on, Lilah, if we want to find this damned hotel, we'd better get moving," she said excitedly. Chelsey followed me to our hotel just a few blocks away, and we checked in to our adjoining rooms. Yup, adjoining, as in there were two doors in the wall between our rooms so we could see each other if we wanted. I'd bagsed the room with a balcony, as I loved people watching. It kind of made me realize what paps love so much about their job.

"Oi, Lilah!" Chelsey called, making me jump. My sunglasses, which had been in my hands, tumbled from the balcony with a clatter on the ground.

"Shit, Chelsey," I groaned, running my fingers through my blonde hair. Chelsey appeared by my side, oblivious to the fact that she'd just made me drop my expensive Ray-Bans.

"Language!" she cried, slapping a hand to her mouth in fake horror. "What are you swearing at me for, anyway?" Chelsey questioned, watching as a sleek, black car went by.

"Look what you made me-" I stopped, realizing my sunnies were gone. "Aw, shit. Someone stole my sunglasses," I replied sulkily. Chelsey gave me a weird look.

"I think you can afford a new pair, love," she commented, rolling her eyes at me.

"But I loved those sunnies!" I argued, pouting. Chelsey chuckled, shaking her head at me. She went back into her room, jumping on the bed. I sighed sadly, when suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" I muttered to myself, not in the mood for a fan to come up asking for me to sign their shoes or one of my CD's. I was just in a foul mood for losing my precious sunglasses. I swung open the door, meeting someone's blue eyes.

-Niall-

She opened her door, astonished to see me standing there, twirling her sunglasses in my hand.

"I think you dropped these," I explained, holding her glasses up. She sighed with relief, grabbing the sunnies out of my hand.

"Thankyou so much, you're Niall Horan, right?" she asked, meeting my eyes. I hadn't realized how beautiful she was when I'd first seen her. I also recognized her.

"Yup, and you're Lilah Edwards," I replied, putting my hands in my pockets nervously. Lilah was pretty- like, really pretty. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders in ringlets which accentuated her bright, green eyes. She was wearing a one shoulder, blue top and some white, skinny jeans. She looked sweet, but something told me that she was actually quite the opposite. It was hard to imagine someone so cute and sweet looking could be fiery, but from what I'd heard, Lilah was exactly that. Apparently she was nice though, and her attitude and short temper only made her easier to get along with. I wonder how that works...

"Thanks so much, Niall," Lilah thanked me, smiling gratefully. I realized I had to say goodbye, which I really didn't want to. I just wanted to talk to this girl for hours, and that's a pretty big deal for most guys. I gazed into Lilah's green eyes, suddenly feeling weak at the knees.

"N-no worries, anytime," I stammered, feeling my cheeks go red with embarrassment. Lilah grinned and laughed, her laugh sounding like tinkling bells. It was music to my ears.