Lou's Assistant ( One Direction Fan Fiction )

Chapter 2

Lou’s Assistant- Chapter 2

Sam’s POV:

I whipped my head around to the person so fast I got whiplash and nearly dropped Lux in the process. The words “Huh?” spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Nice manners... and yeah, you heard me. Who. Are. You?” The mysterious boy repeated, just slower and louder this time. “Who are YOU?” I said. I wasn’t planning on coming off as the rude, sassy girl, but this beautiful boy started it. His pretty brown eyes, his black hair that is put up in a cute quiff… WAIT WAIT WAIT! SNAP OUT OF IT SAM! And I slapped myself in the face. “Umm... Why did you just slap yourself?” The boy said, a very confused look etched onto his face. “I meant to do that in my head…” I replied, most likely sounding stupid. “I’m Zayn, who are you?” ‘Zayn’ said, ignoring my stupidity, “Sam” I said, re-adjusting Lux on my hip so I can shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, but I need to go.., see you later Sam!” Zayn said, running off in the direction that he was going in before him and I had our little run in, I might have more fun on this little journey than I originally thought…

Right now, it’s about 10am, and Lou and I are rushing to get all of the makeup and clothes ready for the boys, they should be here any minute. Last night, Lou and I stayed up until about 4:30 in the morning, just talking. Now I know that one direction was on the x factor, they didn’t win, and there are 5 of them. Harry Styles, brown curly hair, green eyes. He’s the youngest out of the 5, he likes to date older women, and he has a strange obsession with cats. Then there’s Louis Tomlinson, Brown straight hair, blue/green eyes. He’s the oldest at 21, but certainly not the most mature, his signature ‘look’ is white and blue striped top, red jeans and toms, and he has a bromance, Larry Stylinson, with Harry. Next is Niall Horan, Blonde hair, blue eyes. He’s the 2nd youngest, he’s the only Irish out of the 5, and he’s the ‘innocent’ one. Next is Liam Payne, Brown sometimes curly, sometimes straight hair, brown eyes. His nickname is daddy direction, because he’s the most mature and acts like the dad. Lastly, there’s Zayn Malik, Black hair, brown eyes. He’s the one that I ran into in the hallway. He’s the most mysterious out of them all. Learning all of this took all night, so saying I’m a little tired is the understatement of the year. I’m wearing big knit black and white patterned sweater dress with knee socks and ankle booties, I had my heart-shaped sunglasses on my head and my hair was down and my natural curls cascaded down my back. (A/N Photo on the side) Just because I was tired, doesn’t mean I don’t want to look good. No later than a second later, the boys strolled in. They all mumbled their hellos, clearly tired. Except for Louis, he yelled “I’m here! You’re lives are now better!” then plopped down smack in the middle of the carpet like a starfish. “Excuse me,” I mumbled, trying to pass Louis. “Oh, who are you?” He said “Sam Avery, Lou’s assistant…” I said. “Well, you better not have picked out my clothes, you can barely dress yourself.” He said in a sassy tone. Oh Lord Jesus help me on this tour.

Remember what happened with Louis earlier? Well that’s how the whole day went. All the boys (except for Zayn) made little snarky comments. Honestly, I felt like I was in high school again and they were the mean girls. Zayn just stood there, watching me. I don’t think he remembers what happened yesterday. Wait, obviously he remembers me, idiot. How could he not? You made a fool out of yourself! Anyways, I did what I always do when I’m upset. I sing. I wouldn’t say that I’m the best singer in the world- actually I know I’m not- but I love singing, so I really don’t care what other people say. I looked and looked for a place that I could sing without anybody listening or noticing, of course nobody’s going to be listening, why would you be listening to a crappy singer like me when in a couple hours, one direction will be performing! I found a nice little closet that looks like nobody has ever used it. So I did what every logical person does when they want to be alone, I locked myself in the closet and curled up into a ball. I thought about what I could do. Then I remembered that I wanted to sing. You see, I love to sing, always have. But when I was younger and I would sing to my parents, they would shush me, and when I would go to school and sing, they would laugh at me and make fun of me. I still did it, when my parents weren’t home, I would sit down on my bed and sing. For hours and hours until I heard their car drive into the driveway. I thought and thought what song I could sing, and then it came to me like a big light bulb. Big Girls Don’t Cry by Fergie (A/N Song to the side!)

3rd Person POV:

Zayn went looking for Sam, to tell her that he was sorry for not standing up for her when the boys were making fun of her. He looked around the venue at least 3 times, now he was desperate. He felt so bad not telling them to stop when they were making fun of her, he could see the hurt and pain on her face, possibly bad memories? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he liked Sam (not that way!) and he wanted to be her friend, that can’t happen when the boys are breaking her down. He eventually came across a closet. He heard something inside. Thinking that it was possibly Sam, he put his ear to the door. He heard a beautiful voice singing big girls don’t cry by Fergie. He listened until it stopped. Then the door unlocked and slowly opened. Zayn was surprised to see Sam on the other side of the door, Sam felt the same way. ‘Why was Zayn there?’ She thought. ‘Did he hear me singing?’ She added to her previous thoughts in her head. Scared to even think of the thought of someone knowing one of her biggest secrets. “Your secrets safe with me” Zayn said, sensing Sam being scared, and then she ran off, terrified to even look at Zayn.

Sam’s POV:

“Your secrets safe with me” Zayn said in a calming tone. Right when he said that, I started to run. I know, I know, very childish, what can I say? I’ll always be a kid at heart. Anyways, why would Zayn even care? None of the other boys do. He didn’t even stop them! So why should he care. Honestly, I don’t care if he tells the world; maybe then the boys would at least appreciate me. I was running and running until I thought that if I didn’t stop; my lungs would fall out of me and die on the ground beside me. When I stopped, I looked around. I was in a park… but nobody was here. I fell down onto the grass and cried. It felt like I was crying for hours. Eventually I ran out of tears, and I was just silently sobbing. I stopped, pulled my phone out of my sweater pocket, and dialled Auntie Lou’s number. After 3 rings she picked up.

(A/N L= Lou and S=Sam)

L-Hello??

S-Hi, Auntie Lou..

L- Sam? Is that you?

S- Yeah… Can you come pick me up?

L- Of course! We’ve been all looking for you!

S- Highly doubt EVERYBODY is…

L- Yeah, everybody… we almost called the police, you’ve been gone for about 7 hours!

S-oh..

L-Yeah! So where are you?

S- I don’t know a park? There’s a taco bell across the street.

L- Oh I know where you are, wow, that’s like 1 hour walking… Bye sweetie, see you soon.

S- WAIT! Can you stay on the phone?

L- Of course..

When Auntie Lou picked me up, we just talked and talked about random things, until she got to the topic I knew that was coming, but dreading very much. “Why did you run away? And why were you crying?” She asked, sounding genuinely curious. “Well, I don’t know…” I lied. Sometimes, I’m a pretty convincing liar. This is one of those times. “Ok… well about where your going to sleep…” She said, sounding nervous. “What?” I said, scared because the tone that she used was a ‘you’re not going to like this’ tone. “Umm, you came last minute, and they didn’t plan on you being here, so you don’t have a hotel room and you have to stay on the boy’s tour bus.” She said, in the beginning talking slow, but halfway through she started to talk fast. “WHAT! Nononononono! Can I please stay with you for a bit? Like on your couch, I really don’t want to go on that bus,” I said. “Ugh! Fine!! Only for a couple weeks, a month at the most!” She said. “THANKYOU!!” I yelled, Almost forgetting about the whole Zayn thing, almost. I need to at least try to fix whatever I did to the boys before I have to share a tour bus with them for 11 months. Operation Make One Direction Like Me has officially started, May the odds be ever in my favour.

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