Becoming a Tomlinson

Chap 2

*Skip plane ride*

"The plane will be landing in five minutes. Please buckle up." The voice on the intercom said. I quickly put my headphones, laptop, and gum into my carry on.

"Miss, they said to buckle." The annoying air hostess snapped at me. I rolled my eyes, continuing my task until I was done. Kayy, that stupid air hostess and I have almost killed each other on this plane ride numerous times. She is so freaking annoying with her horrible attitude and make-up caked face. Or, as Harry would say "a Crayola box raped her face." Anyways, I began to picture how my first meeting of the boys will go. I felt the plane rock a ways before slowly sliding to a complete stop. Thank the Lord above, I thought.

"You may now leave in an orderly manner." The intercom said. I bolted into the air, pushing the fat man, who I dealt with snoring the entire plane trip, out of my way.

"Slow it down, missy." The air hostess said to me. I spun on my heel, inches away from her face, holding up the line. I was in the first plane seat when you walked on board, anyways.

"Look here, Crayola box face, my brother happens to be possibly dying at this second. I think I have complete right to maneuver around this airport and plane rather quick. Don't complain. What if it was your own brother?" I snapped.

"I'm an orphan. Plus an only child." She sniffed, truely sorry for her actions on the plane ride. My heart softened a tiny bit.

"I'm sorry," I glanced at her nametag "Michelle, I didn't know. Quickly write your number on my hand. I have to go" I said, extending my hand towards her. She jerked her Sharpie out, writing her number.

"Thanks. This means a lot." She quietly said. I smiled. "Sorry for being an arse to you." She apologized.

"Apology accepted."

"C'mon! Move it!" Someone yelled.

"Chill your big bum!" Michelle yelled. I chuckled.

"See ya!" We said unison.

*30 minutes later*

I finally had my suitcases, and Liam by my side.

"So, erm, Leigh-Anne, right?" He asked. I smiled.

"Yes, Liam. Doesn't Louis talk about me?" I asked.

"Haha! Yes, he does! Almost 24/7!"

"Well, that's good! I miss him so much!" I said.

"About that, Lou is...he's sick. He won't talk. He won't eat. He won't take baths or showers. Nothing. All he'll do is sit or lay. He won't even talk to Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, or his mum and dad. not even Harry." Liam said as he dragged my two humongous cases, while I had my other case and my one carry on.

"How long has he been like this?" I asked, concerned.

"About a month. We just figured out to call you the other day."

"Who was that lady who called me?" I asked.

"Dunno. Some random woman. We were out shopping when we were discussing the topic and Harry was on Lou' s phone. He said that before we left Lou told us to call his first speed dial, saying it was his sister, and to call her so she should come to see him. We didn't want to call you because we didn't know if you'd freak out over a random male's voice on Louis' phone." Liam explained.

"Hmm. I see. Are the boys at the flat with him?"

"Yes. We should be there in about-now." Liam said. I looked up, seeing a beautiful beach mansion in front of me. Of course they got a beach house, I thought. Niall came running out, yelling something I couldn't understand.

"Calm down, Ni. What's wrong?" Liam asked.

"Louis. H-he just tried to-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence, eyeing me.

"What did Louis do?" Liam asked, frantic. I didn't hear Niall's reply. I ran into the house.

"Where is he?! Where is Louis?!" I yelled frantically.

"You must be Leigh-Anne. He's in that room right there." Zayn said calmly. I gave a brief smile and small wave before flinging the door open. Harry looked up, wide-eyed. I caught sight of Louis, hunched over and crying into his pillow as Harry tried comfort him by rubbing his back.

"Excuse me, who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Leigh-Anne. Louis' best friend since birth." I replied, too harsh for my liking.

"L-Leigh-Anne?" Louis stated.

"I'm right here Lou-Lou. What happened this time?"

"That dream. Then your dream. Then they never went away. Then for three weeks straight I got hate 24/7." He said, switching from his pillow to my chest as he sobbed. Harry's eyes grew wide.

"That's the first he's spoken in an entire month. He would just text or write what he needed or wanted." Harry said in disbelief.

"The power of friends no matter what." I stated.