Hey There, Delilah

Chapter 2

Delilah's POV

"I'm just saying the facial structure, the voice, they even have the same name, I really think that was him," Ellie said staring at an article about One Direction's Louis Tomlinson.

"You saw him for about a minute, there is no way you could figure all that out even if it was him," I say, laughing at the thought. Ellie has some pretty crazy ideas, but this would have to top them.

"Del, it was him!" She says, shoving the article about him in my face.

"I think he would've mentioned if he was, El," I say, shaking my head.

"There is a way to find out," she says, her lips twitching into an evil smirk.

"Fine, I'll call him!" I say, picking up my phone and typing in his number.

It rings for a while till someone picks up.

"Hello?" A deep voice answers, definetly not Louis.

"Hey, is this Louis Tomlinson's phone?" I ask smirking at Ellie. In a minute he'll say no and I'll be right.

"Yeah, he's in the shower though. I'm his best friend, Harry," the voice says and I my mouth literally drops.

"Uh-um, h-he, uh-BYE!" I stutter, quickly hanging up. I look over at my best friend who looks nearly past out.

"Um-I, I was right," she says, looking at my phone.

"Yeah," I say, slowly. Suddenly she grins, and snatches the phone from me.

"HEY! What are you doing?" I demand.

"Calling him back!" She says excited.

"Why?"

"Cause,"

"That's a great reason," I comment.

"I know right, shut up its ringing!"

"Hello?" Louis' voice comes through the phone, which is on speakerphone.

"Uh, h-hi! I talked to you yesterday at they shop!" I say, way too fast.

"Deli? I was gonna call you today! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" He asked, hopefully.

"Uh, sure," I say.

LOUIS TOMLINSON JUST ASKED TO HANG OUT! Fan girl inside!

"Great! Where do you want me to pick you up?" He asked.

"Gatesway road," I say.

"Sure, can I pick you up in about half hour?"

"Of course!" I say, happily.

"Alright, Cya!" He says.

"Cya!" I say hanging up.

"What no, 'You hang up first!', 'No, you!'" Ellie says, using some weird voice.

I stick my tounge out at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"So, what time are you leaving?" She asks, excited. Ellie is the biggest One Direction fan. I think there alright.

Obviously I like them right now.

"In half hour," I say. She jumps up grabbing my wrist and pulling me into her bathroom.

"You need to look perfect, for this date!" She says, opening a box full of make up.

"Isn't this alright?" I ask, she rolls her eyes.

"Not for a date with Louis Tomlinson!" She says, I groan. I hate this sort of stuff.

After fifteen minutes of her shoving make up all over my face, she picks out my clothes. Hope she at least lets me dress by myself.

I put on the grey skinny jeans, the loose white and silver tank top, and the silver ballet shoes.

"You look beautiful!" Ellie gushes, hugging me.

"Thanks, El," I say, softly. I hear a knock at my door and run downstairs.

I open the door and see Louis Tomlinson standing there. This is the first time Ellie's ever been right!