Finally, I got the lead and it took to my chance to interview them. I literally had to sell my ass to get this interview to be scheduled, but in any case, this is going to be the biggest piece and my debut to the real world of journalism. I have showered twice today, made sure to choose the best outfit from my roommate’s wardrobe and removed the last stains of coffee from my not so white teeth. A not so punctual person, I had an hour to kill before I went to his place to bombard them with questions. By repeatedly, telling myself that, don’t overdo anything today for God’s love’s sake as they would easily kick me out. I picked my present, of course wrapped and having the tag, ‘Birthday wishes, dear Darcy Rose'.
While getting out of my apartment, my roommate, Isa ran and hugged me and said, “You better own this, love and bring something good out of it.”
She then licked her fingers and pressed my random hair strand back to its place. I screamed,” Eww! Isa Jane back off, you dirty pig”. Pushing her aside and grabbing my coat I just got out of the door.
“Better keep a tissue box ready, Jane. Your girl is going to need it today”, I said with a smile on my face. Isa winked and flew some air kisses to bid me goodbye.
While getting inside the car, I put in the location and it showed 35 minutes away. Having jitters and butterflies all swamping inside me, I pressed the fuel button and engine started. While driving and keeping my sanity tacked, I just revised the questions I was going to ask him. Keeping my fingers crossed while driving slowly, I hope I don’t mess this up and I got a call from my Senior Editor.
“Hey D, my girl. You set up, huh?”, she asked in an exciting way. I have never heard her like this, pushing aside her calm demeanour.
“Hi Kate, yes all set up. Just on the verge of breakdown and trying to sound pretty cool.”
“Oh Come on, I know you are going to smash it. I hope you kept a descent champagne bottle to pop?”
“Kate, it’s a kid’s birthday party and not a dinner event for popping the champagne bottle. It will be a proper English tea event. And I have bought a gift for the girl.”
“A tea event, oh wow, God bless you girl. I am getting late for the call. Just ping me whenever you need a support. I will make sure to make you a priority today. And one more thing, Patrick, here is fangirling, knowing what you are going to do today, so don’t pick his call.”
“KATE, I told you not to mention it to anyone yet. What if I will be kicked out? What the hell does Patrick wants? He has already pinged me several times, asking me to pick his calls”
“Apparently he wants an autograph”
“Tell him, I will get him that and ask him to suck his tongue in and not spread the word. OK KATE? CAN YOU DO THIS FOR ME?”
“Yes Sure, Love. Got to go, All the best”
“Yea, Peace Out!”
Scene 2: Parking car and getting out of the car. Walking towards this White house with red door and White fence all around. Two Security men at the gate communicating with their two-way radio.
D is walking towards them and she is in a black blouse paired with high waist blue denim and a beige long overcoat with beige boots.
“Hello Sir”
“Yes Ma’am, how can I help you?”, The guard replied
“Oh, well I was invited to Miss Darcy Rose’s Birthday party today.” I replied handing over my invite to them for verification.
“Okay. Just give me a minute. I was not informed about your arrival Ma’am. If you don’t mind, I will just verify it and then give you a green signal.”
“Oh no worries. You do your best, Sir”
While standing there I was perspiring in this cool London weather just hoping that my invite does not gets cancelled the last moment.
“Sorry for the discomfort, Ma’am, Well, you can proceed”. The guard pointed towards my hand and tied a band on it.
“Make sure you wear it until you are here in this premise.” He said while tying the band.
“Sure, thank you and have a good day”
“You too!”
Scene-3
D is walking through this lush garden towards the red door
“Hi there.”
I heard him welcoming me
My heart pounds and is about to leave my body. I am not able to get enough oxygen to dissolve in my brain for it to create the apt reply to his HI. is this happening for real? I think I am going to pass out in front of him. Oh, someone please save me. Is this actually him or am I dreaming? With all the cells in my body, I replied in the feeblest voice
“Hello, Mr Tomlinson. How are you?”
“I am good, love. Are you ok?”
*Freaking out in mind*He sensed my nervousness. I think a tear is rolling down my cheeks. Oh for the love of Queen, DON’T YOU DARE CRY. I am about to shit myself and make myself an arse in front of him.
“Ye..s.”, Clearing my throat ,”yes, I am fine, thank you for having me Mr Tomlinson”
“Oh, come on, call me Louis. What am I, an old man now?” showing his softest smile.
“Sorry for the chaos and mess around me place. Well princess Darcy has a fab taste for a low-key birthday party”, he said in his rustic British accent .“What shall I call you, Love?”
“Oh, oh, my bad. I am Diana Thomas, editor for Bloomberg”, I mumbled in my Undertone Indian Accent .
“Oh, Dianaaa! That’s a great name. I guess you got lots of people using your name in the songs, huhh” he replied giggling mischievously.
*Panic Mode release* Oh my GOD, he still remembers it. Thank you, mom and dad for naming me Diana. My heart is going AAAAA.
“Yes, but the best was once from 5 boys” I played in.
OH NO, did I tell it wrong.
“I reckon, they did a decent job, huh?” Smiling he asked me to enter.
“Well, Diana, make yourself home. I will join you in a minute. Just going to grab something for you to drink. You up for Beer?” he asked
“Oh no, I don’t drink, Water will work for me. Thank you!”
“Oh, ok , then it will be tea for me and you then.” He replied gesturing a thumbs up as he always does
*Panic Mode Again* Sobbing inside over his cuteness. How can someone not fall for him, I wish I was his best friend. Ok, Diana, you bloody get yourself uptight for this, girl.
He points me to a purple Sofa in a high ceiling living room. I hope he will sit beside me. I take a minute to register what he is wearing. A simple white UMBRO shirt with blue denims and white Jordans. His tattoos flaunting itself on his hands. I AM SHOUTING WITHIN MYSELF AS I SAW HIS OOPS TATOO IN PERSON.
Scene 4
The living room is painted in Light pink tone and have frames on the wall of children, parents and memories in general. There is a vintage Piano and guitar hanging on the wall as well. It seems so simple yet lavish. The fire place is on with wood. There is a coffee table with all the half-done décor and the planners are working on the half-done decorations. Distantly I can hear, giggling voices from the kids. I think they are having a gala time, Darci, Freddie and their friends.
Louis is walking with a tray, on which there is a kettle, cups and of course, ENGLISH BISCUITS.
Suddenly my eyes catches a glimpse of Horan written on a tag, I read it further and it says , Davis Horan.
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OneDirectionLives
FanfictionIt has been almost 14 years after their announcement of hiatus of 1D. An interview with quite the turn of events which gives a peek into what is happening in their lives of pirate boys. A fictional story for the loyal one d fans from a fan herself.
