Unexpected Love (on Hold)

Chapter 3

Marley's POV 

It was Friday night. It had been two days of relaxation and catching the waves. Well maybe it wasn't all that relaxing...I was stressing about the date. The waves and the sand that were usually my instant relief to stress did nothing to calm my nerves. I was scared.

Thousands of questions were running through my head over the past two days. What if he finds me annoying? I'm only 17 and he's 20. I mean our age difference is awkward to begin with. He might find me immature. Could he just be using me like Jason had? I mean I was an easy target, vulnerable teenage fan girl. Despite constant reassurances from Olive and Rachel I was still not relieved.

Louis and I had gotten few texts to each other in the past two days because he was crunching in concerts every night. It made me nervous but it was so lovely to see love whenever he texted me something. "Goodnight love..." It was enough to make an American girl swoon.

I could barely sleep last night. I finally fell asleep when I saw the sun rise over the ocean. I slept till 10, had breakfast, and went back to sleep, in my plate of eggs. I woke up around 3 and realized I had only 3 hours to get ready. I decided first to call Olive. I turned on my iPod and opened FaceTime and called Olive. Two bright smiling faces popped up on my screen.

"HEY!!!!! HOW ARE YOU TODAY MRS. TOMLINSON?" They both shouted in sync

"I'm great guys. Could you quiet it down though I just woke up?" I replied

Rachel spoke out "Marley, just because you are dating one of the five hottest men in the entire world doesn't mean that you can sleep whenever you want!"

"Rachel I'm not dating him! We are simply just going out tonight to hang out. He probably just wants to be friends. Which I am totally fine about by the way." I replied with a sigh

"Friends with benefits," Olive chimed in

I rolled my eyes and laughed. I cold feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Look at your wittle cheeks Mawley. They're all red because you know it's true. When he grabs your hand tonight your cheeks are going to give you away," Rachel said with a laugh 

I gave up fighting with them. There was no way that I was going to get my point across and I kind of wanted to believe them.

"Ok girlies whatever you say," I retorted, "do you guys want to help me choose what to wear for tonight?"

They instantly stopped giggling. Olive's face went from best friend to serious professional. Olive was my personal stylist. She looked gorgeous in whatever she wore. She had wonderful curves that made every outfit fit her perfectly.

Before Olive could say anything Rachel interrupted, "Have you gone on a run. Done any core workouts?"

Rachel was my fitness guru. She ran marathons and had a long slender body that any woman would kill for. She was always telling me to go on a run and sometimes just looking at her motivated me to actually go on a run.

Olive piped in, " Rachel she does not need to go on a run. She needs to look beautiful. Louis Tomlinson is not going to take her running on the first date. Ok Marley. Enough said, wear something casual but not to casual. No jean shorts and lax pinny. You don't want to come off as a lax bro. Let me think, gladiator sandals, jean shorts, your cute ones, no Bermudas. Do you have that nice flowy white tank top that I like?"

"Yeah, I think I packed it," I walked over to my suitcase and found the tank top, "Ok gots it!"

I pulled out all of her other choices and put them on the bed.