Mercedes. (One Direction Fanfiction)

One Direction

Chapter 4

Mercedes POV

I yawned a few times as soon as I woke up. I then stretched.

I stood up from my bed, my blankets now crumpled at the end of the bed, some pillows fell to the floor.

I then noticed that I was still in last nights clothes. I guess I was really tired when I got home.

Last night. I have a boyfriend. A wonderful boyfriend. And he's in a band. His band mates!

I get to meet them today! Oh my god, what if they don't like me? What if I'm not as pretty as the other girlfriends? What if I'm too fat and they make jokes? What if they think I'm a weird alien because of my eyes?

I quickly went to the bathroom, all these thoughts clogging my brain. But that one thought about being fat made me the most scared.

So I threw up.

I know what you're thinking. The nerves got the best of me.

But that's not the case. Yea, I made myself throw up. Bulimia. Except this time, I didn't have much in my stomach.

Why am I like this? I just want to be normal..

A few tears escaped my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away with my thumbs.

Then I brushed my teeth, really good.

I undressed and hopped in the shower.

I washed my long blonde hair, making sure I got all the sand out of my hair from last night. I cleansed myself and then got out of the nice warm water.

When I was back in my room, wrapped in a towel, I looked through all my clothes, and decided on something simple.

I grabbed my phone, checking the time, It was 10:23 am.

I texted Louis asking him when I should come over and meet the other boys. Yes I had his number. We exchanged them last night.

He texted back almost immediately, saying that they were home all day and that if I wanted, I could come over now.

I knew where his hotel was too. He gave me the address last night as well.

It was Wednesday, so my parents were at work. So I grabbed my skateboard, locked up the house and headed down the street.

I tried really hard to forget all those questions from earlier. It helped a bit, but they were still there, in the back of my brain.

When I arrived, Louis was waiting at the front door of his hotel. He was wearing dark blue faded jeans, a black hoodie, and sunglasses.

When I approached him I looked at him questioningly.

I was leaning in to peck his lips but he just quickly grabbed my hand and pulled my inside.

"Uh?" I asked confused.

"Sorry babe. It's just, I think the paps know where we are staying, one showed up yesterday, so I just wanted to be safe." he smiled apologetically. And then he leaned down and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while his hands rested on my waist.

"Ok, now. Let's introduce you to the boys!" he jumped around, his hand entangled with mine, and we ran to the elevator.

He pressed the button to the top floor, our hands still holding the others.

He was smiling so wide. He just looked so happy.

"You're staring" he laughed.

I blushed, "Sorry, you just look so happy, I couldn't look away."