One Direction has one last day here. I got so close with them and I have a horrible feeling that once they leave, they'll leave and forget all about me. No, I'm not some clingy, dependent girl or anything of that sort. But I've grown so used to having them here, I wondered if they'll even miss me.
I've made some impulsive decisions in the last couple of days: taking an indefinite leave from work is one of them. I love my job, but right now my family needs all of my attention. Thankfully I have enough money saved up to afford my phone and my car for the next few months. I'll still be babysitting Raina and Jacob, so that will help with expenses too. The next big decision I made is that I'm also taking a leave from school. Again, thankfully, exams will be over in just a few days so once that's done I'll submit my leave forms. My reasoning for those two decisions is completely so that I'll have time to spend my dads final days with him. My last impulse decision, however, doesn't really have much to do with my dad. I've decided to take Stephen up on that date. If Zayn and I actually talk today, which I have a hunch that we won't, that won't change the fact that he is leaving tomorrow morning. The boys start the Take Me Home tour in a couple weeks. They'll be traveling the UK for a bit, then tour around Europe, and then hit the U.S. - L.A. being their last stop. He'll be gone, they'll all be gone. And they'll all forget about me.
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It's half three, the days flown by. I didn't have school today, since it's Saturday, and I actually slept in. Considering I haven't slept much the past few nights, that's a big deal. The boys are coming over at five for a BBQ with my fam. Our pool is heated so we'll be able to go swimming and it's not hot out so we'll be able to lounge around outside. Mum has been preparing food for the evening while dad, me, Carolina and Michelle all cleaned the house. I absolutely loathe cleaning, but to be honest it's more like goofing around with dad than anything else.
"Mom!!!" Mads yelled as she walks into my house. Oh yeah, she's taken to calling my mom "mom" too.
"Ooh Mads is here!" I ran out to the foyer as Mads and her dad were putting their belongings on the in-table. I tackled Mads in a hug. "Hiiiiiii! Hi uncle Mark!" I then gave Mads' dad a hug.
"Jeeze Butter, you'd think we hadn't seen each other in a year." Mads groaned.
"I just missed you!" I teased.
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We were finally done cleaning and preparing and now the boys should be here any minute. As soon as I plopped myself into the couch there was a combination of a parade of knocking and the furious ringing of the doorbell.
"I guess they're here." Mads laughed.
"Gee what gave you that idea." I laughed back.
My mom let them in. I didn't hear the door open at all, but when we were jumped on by five teenage boys I just assumed they had come in (insert eye roll here). I greeted them and most of them got off the couch. Except Niall. Niall stayed on top of me.
"Niall Horan!! Get your fat butt off of me!" I yelled while I squirmed underneath him.
"Make me!!" He yelled back.
"Niiiiallllll... If you don't get off me you won't be able to get any fooooood." I sang.
He thought about it for a moment then got off me and ran to the garden. Everyone else was outside too, so I went out there and made myself comfortable on Niall's lap. We were all sat near the pool, the parents were all by the grill making food. We were talking about superheroes and Pokemon when Michelle came outside.
"Jessy!" She gasped (for the record, she's the only one I allow to call me Jessy.) "Why on Earth are you on Niall's lap when you're dating Harry?!"
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Moments Unseen (One Direction)
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