Everything About You // l.t.

Fourteen

Rachel POV

Louis was calling and calling, I must have 1 million missed calls. But I don't care, he hurt me. He cheated on me. What does he think I'll do? Forgive him? Hell no!

The minute my mom got home, which was about 20 minutes ago. I told her everything. I told her that Louis cheated. She told me to break up with him and move on, he's not right for me.
I wanted to, I really did! But I still love him. And you know what makes it even better? I look like a train ran over my face. I look terrible, since I have been crying and such. I guess there's only one thing to do, break up.

I picked up. "What the hell do you need?!" I barked. It was rude, I'll admit. But I am so sad and pissed I didn't care.

There was a pause at the other end. "Well?! What do you need?!" I snapped again.

"Rachel." A sad voice said quietly.

"What." I rudely said.

"Do you know what happened?" It asked.

"Yes."

"Well. That's not what happened. Please let me explain Rachel!" The voiced raised a bit, making it clear that it was Louis.

"No! I don't want you to explain! You've done enough! One day with me gone and you cheat!? Who the hell do you think you are?" I barked.

"Please Rachel! You got it all wrong!"

"I. Don't. Care!" I yelled. "We're through! Goodbye Louis."

"Ra-" was all he got to say before I hung up. I felt so bad for him, I still loved him. I feel so terrible, but he made me feel the same way. I feel like my heart has been ripped apart into a thousand pieces. I just have to move on.

*3 YEARS LATER, AGE 22*

I slowly opened my eyes, sitting up, I yawned and stretched. I got out of bed and ran over to the window. It was another warm Summer day, the birds sang, and a warm breeze filled my room.

My life has changed a lot in these three years. I have my own apartment, I'm still in Cali, I am a lot more mature, I got a job at a place that hosts concerts and contests, and I got a new boyfriend. His name is Brett and he is probably the sweetest guy you'll ever meet.

Today I have work and it's actually pretty fun. We meet lots of new people each day.

I ran to my small closet and pulled out some teal skinnies, a white shirt with a Bow tie on it and some black flip flops. I brushed my teeth, hair, did my make up, grabbed some coffee and ran out to my car.

Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it.

I drove off to work and walked inside. It was a huge place, with over 200 rooms to hold concerts. But what I saw was different. There were over 500 screaming girls standing in the huge hallway. What the hell? I went through the employees only door and up to my boss.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Oh hello. Finally you're here. Well, we will be hosting a concert for a famous band." He said.

"Okay, and I wasn't informed?"

"Sorry, we had to do it. We will be getting a whole bunch of money out of it. And plus, we did it all last night."

"Okay?" I said, more of a question.

"But you have to start off the concert, you know get the fans riled up. Since it's your job." He said.

"Yes, of course." This guy never makes sense. "Wait what band?"

"Oh, One Direction."

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Edited as of 12/28/14