It Doesn't Change A Thing.. ( 1D ) Editing

IDCAT Ch. 5

I couldn't tell you for how long I'd been laying there but it must have been about an hour. Beginning to get bored, I grabbed my punching bag and chained it up on the ceiling, before I bandaged my hands up and threw a fer cautious but powerful punches.

"Knock knock".

Intrrupting my movements, I turned around and found Angy in the doorframe, looking straight out of a Teddy bear commercial, what with the gloves and the thick scarf around her neck.

"Hey," I responded and went back to my PB. This time around taking a less professional stance and just lightly grazing it with my punches, opposed to the ones that had moved the bag with the force of the momentum.

"Are you alright?", She asked. She knew I wasn't alright, she always knew when I was upset...almost always.

"Yeah just, I dunno. 'M just really winded up I think- it's nothing really." I shrugged her off and just pushed the bag around, too deep in thought to continue my strikes with any kind of routine. Not that Angy would have noticed that.

"Yeah? What's got you all winded up then?", She asked and patted the bed next to her, "come 'ere!" She commanded and I just went with it. dropping onto the matress next to her, I closed my eyes.

"'D you see 'em?" I mumbled to her, flicking my eyes over to her, I noticed the flush on her cheeks and the excited shaking of her hands. Although that could be from nerves. "Guess you did."

Clamping her lips between her teeth, she tried to figure out what I was trying to do, if I was trying to set her up or if I was genuinely asking her.

Sitting up I rolled my eyes at her, "come on then! Give me the dirt!" I teased her and poked her in the ribs. She giggled and playfully slapped my hand before she went red in the face and made some kind of bat noise.

"They were so- and I just- and when I said "hi" Harry just- and Liam and Zayn! Also Louis and Niall- I'm so- a-" I cut her off with a swift slap to the face.

She snapped out of it and glared at me, to which I just blankly stared at her.

"I take it you were excited." I mumbled and forced out a small grin. Useless, since she saw right through it.

"And I take it you're less than pleased with them being here. Or is it Simon you're upset about?" My head snapped around and I stared at her with raised eyebrows. Angy just shrugged, " Loredana filled me in before I came up here."

My response to that was a blast of muttered curse words, some of which had Angy blush like a little girl.

"Emma!" She shrieked appalled, earning yet again a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously? You've heard me use worse!"

"Yeah, but those weren't directed at your mother.... or they were but... you weren't... like... it was just different!" She stuttered out, after which we both just collectively snorted.

"Yeah, thought so." I quipped.

A low thumping from in front of my door caught my attention and Angy visibly tensed up, eyeing the door suspiciously.

With two long strides I reached the door and flung it open, letting five singers stumble into my room.

As I stepped back I put my hands on my hips, glaring at them down my nose.

"Just what in fresh fucking hell do you fuckfaces think you are doing?"

Hi again,

I just wanted to let you know that I am really grateful that you read my story, it means a lot to me.

- Pia xx