Little Things

Chapter 3

I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER OK. DON'T HATE A BROTHER. So about me not being on, there really isn't an excuse. And that's really, really stupid of me and I'm sorry. So consider this as your late New Year's/ Christmas/ Hanukkah/ Kwanzaa/ Holiday gift ok? Alright. Sorry for the horriby long author's note, love you lovies and enjoy Chapter 3

Maya xx

That day after work, I took the long way back from Starbucks. It cuts through a park and some paths that were just gorgeous. I only took this way though when I needed to think because it was always quiet and peaceful. I think that also a small part of me wanted to run into Louis again, even though I knew that wasn't going to happen.

Today wasn't just any other normal day. I ran into one of the most famous people in the world, and then just brushed it off. Well it's not like I could just stand in the street and dwell on what had happened considering that a horde of screaming, crazed teenage girls were on the loose chasing after Louis. But now I can think about it. The more that I did think about it in fact, the more that the smile he gave me seemed fake. It seemed forced almost. I knew about those smiles.

I used to be the one making those smiles. Those tense, frozen smiles to hide what was really boiling underneath. But why would Louis Tomlinson, who probably had and could get anything he could ever want be smiling that way?

"You need to stop overanyalizing things. You're doing it again!" The small voice in the back of my head whispered. Damn, it was right. I'm a libra, so that's part of who I am. Regardless, I always took anything that anyone said to me and stripped it down to it's core. I just couldn't help it. It was my fatal flaw.

I made the final twist and turns to reach my flat. I bounded up the front steps of the building and jammed the key into the old rusty keyhole in the doorknob and swung the door open. The first thing that told me that something wasn't right was the fact that all my coats and gloves and hats had been scattered on to the floor. I have a bit of OCD and I never, ever, leave stuff lying around. I grabbed the olive green colored umbrella I kept in a small bin out of the closet incase I needed protection. Cheesy, I know. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

I silently tip toed over to my kitchen, and saw someone with dark brown hair sitting in one of my kitchen chairs. I slowly creeped up behind the figure, and just as I was about to hit him on the head with the umbrella, he turned around. He was actually a she, and the She was acutally my best friend Mariam.

"HOLY SHIT. MARIAM HASHEM YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT TO ME EVER AGAIN EVER." I yelled as she got up and hugged me.

"Only you Reynolds, I swear. And an umbrella? I bet money you were gonna go with your old softball bat." She joked, pulling out from the hug..

"How...what..ohmygod explain." I said, smiling.

"Your parents thought you needed someone here, cos you're an American loner with no friends. So they decided to fly me out here to surprise you. So.....surprise! Well, it's not really a surprise anymore but you get what I'm saying and-"

"Mariam, just shut up already ok. I'm glad to see you too babe." I smiled. I gave her another ginormous bearhug before giving my parents a quick thank you phone call.

When I came back downstairs, I found Mariam already making herself at home. She had taken a spoon and a jar of Nutella and was on Tumblr looking at something that was more than likely Demi Lovato related. She was a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge Lovatic, it was insane.

"Having fun?" I called from the hall way.

"Yeah, on Tumblr, Twitter, the usual." She responded, not tearing her eyes away from the screen. Nothing about her had changed apparently.

"Stalking people who probably don't know you exist and probably never will? Like come on. Nothing is gonna change."

"I know mother, I know, but a girl can dream can't she? Anywhore, I'm almost done. I just need to look at Louis and Harry's Twitter and some news stories on them."

When she mentioned Louis's name, I debated telling her what had happened earlier. But then I thought hmmm, better not. I wanted to see how crazy she would react when she found out.

"I'm gonna go change, I'll be back down in a minuet. You'll be good with your laptop I assume?" I called from the top of the steps. She made a sort of a grunt for a response. I laughed to myself before heading into my bathroom to wash up.

By the time I went back downstairs, Mariam was in the same position I had left her in. I walked behind her and lent over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. She was on E news, just looking at the daily posts. One headline caught my eye, 'Louis Tomlinson New Love Interest?'

"Oh hey, what's that?" I smirked, knowing fully well what it was.

"Ooooooooo, I see someone still hasn't gotten over her little crush on Louis Tomlinson, has she?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just click on the article." Mariam did what I asked and as soon as she saw the picture underneath the title, her eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Marcie. Marcie. Marcie, look at this. This girl looks so much like you like what is this. Same hair, same eyes, same fa-WAIT MARCIE WHAT ARE YOU NOT TELLING ME HERE? COS THIS GIRL CAN'T BE YOU. IT ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT BE YOU." I just smiled as she started to fan herself. When I didnt't anwser, she started fangirling so hard, I hadn't seen her this way since Demi Lovato had been in Washington DC, where we used to live, and Demi had been at the Children's Hospital the same day Mariam was there vistiting a friend, and Mariam had gotten to meet her.

"Marcie, ok now tell me the truth. Like do you just magically have a twin or what, is this legitimately you?" Mariam demanded.

"It is me." I confessed. "I was running late to work and bumped into him, no big deal."

"I think it's quite a big deal, considering you're in E news babe. That qualifies as well, I don't know, a big deal. But this is amazing ok it's going to be like a Disney love story because you and Louis are gonna meet again and fall in love and-"

"No. I ran into him once, alright. Once. It's not going to be like a love story, things like that don't happen to people like me." I huffed. For some reason, I was just getting frustrated and fed up with the whole thing. It's not that big of a deal.

Mariam realized enough was enough. "My, it's alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm just gonna go to sleep ok? " Mariam slid her chair out from underneath the table, grabbed her laptop and head up the stairs.

Damn. Now I felt bad for lashing out at her. I just didn't get why it was a big deal. I had some stroke of luck, and that was it. All there was too it. I sighed and trudged up the stairs to apologize.

I knocked on the guest bedroom door. "Mariam, listen, I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I....I don't even know what came over me ok? I love you, and I want to have a good first day alright?" No response. I knocked one more time, and repeated myself.

Mariam opened the door. "It's ok man, I love you too. I forgive you." We both smiled before going into our own rooms.

It took me a while to fall asleep that night. Something was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but everything had changed. And I had no idea what.

Ok guys, so this was chapter 3. I hoped y'all liked it. I really hope that you found the Pitch Perfect reference in this. If you did, comment it down below and the first person to get it right gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Let me know what you think of Mariam. One last thing, don't forget to comment, fan, and read. Thanks everyone and I love you lovies!

-M. xx