Dream Come True. [Louis Tomlinson]

Three;

The next morning, I was awaken by the sound of Sherri's alarm humming softly near my ear. I quickly shut it off and jumped from bed, making my way over to Sherri. I leaned down, and whispered, "Sherri, wake up. It's time to go to the Eiffel Tower." Her eyes fluttered open, meeting my gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, we both started squealing. "We're going to the Eiffel Tower!" We giggled and pranced over to our suitcases in search of clothes.

After our small giggling fest, we made our way into the showers. I stood in the warm water, my muscles relaxing. I washed and cleansed myself, yanno all that good stuff. I turned the water off, wrapped my fuzzy towel around my somewhat damp body and stepped out, shivering as my feet collided with the cold tile ground. 

I changed into my outfit for the day and did my usual buisness, like combing my hair, and using the toilet. Once I finished, I looked in the mirror. I had on a pair of skinny jeans, a white loose top, black heels and a small bun ontop of my head. I nodded in approval of my outift before stepping out, almost bumping into Sherri. "Woah." She said, stepping aside. "Sorry. Didn't see ya there." I explained and she nodded, walking over to the bed and plopping down, "I'm still so tired." She groaned into a pillow.

My lips twitched, "If you don't want to go, we can stay here.." She almost immediately straightened her back, "Oh, no. Just because I'm tired doesn't mean you get to miss out on the Eiffel Tower. Look, you go out there and have a look, I'll be there in like, an hour, alright?" I hesitated, "But what i-" "Alexandria Elizabeth, if you don't go, I will personally kick you out of this hotel room." She sternly said. I smiled lightly, "Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be back later!" I yelled as I grabbed my guitar and songbook, then ran out the door. "Yeah, yeah." I heard her mumble faintly.

Paris, France - 12:00 P.M

I walked around the plaza, looking around. I was now under the Eiffel Tower. I grinned and found a bench to sit on. I made myself comfortable, took out my guitar and started strumming. I started humming, and tapping my foot. A few minutes after warming up, I started the chords to one of my songs, 'The Lucky One'.

New to town with a made up name in the angel city, chasing fortune and fame. And the camera flashes, make it look like a dream. You had it figured out since you were in school. Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool. So overnight you look like a sixties' queen. Another name goes up in lights, like diamonds in the sky.

By now, I had a small group of people watching me, entertained.

It was a few years later, I showed up here and they still tell the legen of how you disappeared, how you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out. They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere, chose the rose garden over Madison Square, and it took some time, but I understand it now.

I was close to the end. Now, I had a crowd of people, urging me on. I sang the last note and smiled. People cheered and whistled, dropping a few dollars into my guitar case. A small boy came up to me, about to place money in the case. American money. "Hun, it's okay. You can keep your dollar. What's your name?" He looked up at me, "My name is Jonathan. Did you write that song? It's really good." I nodded, smiling softly. "Hey Jonathan. My name is Alexandria. And yes, I wrote that song. Glad you liked it. You can keep your dollar. Now, go on with your mom and dad." Jonathan nodded and scampered off to find his parents.

I gathered my things and stood up, in search of a coffee of some sort. 

Paris, France - 12:32 P.M

Le Select Cafe. 

I walk up to the counter since there was no line. "Bonjour, un cafe au lait s'il vous plait?" I smile as she hands me my cup, following a bagel I wanted. Cafe au lait is a popular coffee in France, it may also be America. It consists of steamed milk and coffee, they don't actually serve it with creme, but over back home, my mum does.

I sit down in the front, by a window, looking at the streets and such. I look up and see a young man above me. "Um, hello. Do you speak  English?" he asks in a British accent. Must be visiting as well.

"Qui," I smile, standing up. He looks quite confused so I translate, "Yes. Need help with something?" I brush my fingertips on my pants, before crossing my arms.

"Actually, I would like to order something. But, I can't speak French."

"Ah, I see." I chuckle to myself before looking back at the line. "S'asseoir, s'asseoir. Sit, sit - the line's too big now." I glance back at him to see if he agrees. He nods and before taking a seat across from me.

Argh. So sorry that I haven't updated in so long, guise. Well, I updated yesterday since I hadn't updated for a week. But hey, at least now you guys got 2 new chapters, in two days. Tell me what you think! Oh, and please fan me? I'll fan back. :)