"7AM WAKING UP IN THE MORNING GOT-" rang rebecca blacks voice, startling me awake.
i quickly waked my hand on the alarm clock, shutting it up.
now you're probably wondering, wy is rebecca black my alarm?
well there is a very logical explanation..
well you see...
actually there is no explanation, i just love that song, it's annoying yet catchy.
i rolled out of bed, patting down my hair. egh, today was the day. i checked my phone, to see if i had any messages and surprisingly i did.
"hey squirt, we had to leave early for the airport, sorry i didn't get to say goodbye. anyway, the boys will be there to pick you up at 12, be ready! also please behave! and just incase i have put one of the boys numbers in your phone, he's the most responsible, so if you have an emergency before they pick you up, then call him, love you squirt -dad" Great, so i didn't even get to say goodbye. this day just keeps getting worse and worse.
trying to forget everything i walked into my en-suite, peeling off my clothes and hopping into the shower, let the cool liquids wash down my body. after i rinsed and washed my body and hair, i jumped out, wrapping the towel round me, to stop the cold hitting my body.
i walked back into my room, picking up my suitcase and placing it on my bed: rumaging through it, trying to find an outfit.
oncei finally decided on something (it always takes me agesss) it was a pair of lightish blue high waisted shorts with tiny flowers on and i white tank top with a black cardigan.
once i had finished getting dressed, i placed my wet hair into a messy bun and walked over to my white vanity table, sitting down at it and begining on my make up.
i don't wear that much, just a little powder and mascara.
once i had done, i decided i couldn't be bothered to do anything with my hair, being the lazy person i am, so i walked over to my suitcase and duffel bag, picking them up, along with my phone, and carrying them all down stairs: where i placed the bags by the front door.
i walked into the kitchen, now remembering where it was from last night at dinner. I decided on having a bowl of cerals but after i had looked through half of the kitchen and had no luck finding them, i decided i would just settle for a glass of water, so i pulled out a glass from a cupboard i remembered seeing them in and filled up my glass from the tap, sitting back at the island dinning table.
i placed my glass on the table and pulled out my phone, checking the time. 11:55.
they should be here any minute.
just then i heard a knock at the door, oh god, it was probably them.
i jumped up from the table slowly walking towards the front door.
once i got to the big wooden door, i looked through the peep hole, to see a guy about my age tanding infront of the, wait! i thought there were five of them?... oh well, hopefully it isn't them then.
I pulled open the big wooden door to be greeted y the guy with a massive grin.
"Hey i'm Liam, you must be Elle" he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
"hi" i said bluntly, shaking his hand. "not to be rude, but i thought there were five of you"
"oh there is" liam laughed "i left them at home, they were quite hyper, anyway, you coming?" he said, picking up my bags from my side.
"wow, they must be mature" i said sarcastically.
"Louis is the worst, but i woulldn't have it any other way" he smiled.
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