The Acting Project

London Calling

10

London Calling.

 “London calling and I don’t wanna shout.”-London Calling, The Clash.

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    The next morning I wake up to my phone ringing. Harry set his ring tone. It’s basically of him singing and saying, “Hello my strange American. Answer your phone my beautiful American.” It’s interesting, that’s all I’m going to say. I answer my phone and I sound dead. Just DEAD! It’s Harry’s beautiful, English voice.

“What?” I grumble like the true lady I am.

“Hello. Good morning.” He says very chipper.

“YAWN-Good morning. What time is it?” I yawn again.

“10. Listen get ready and bring a raincoat.” Harry says into the phone.

“A raincoat why?” I sit up in my bed.

“We are going to London.”

“London?!” I yell, now I’m awake.

“Yes, London. Now hurry. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.” He says. I hang up and run. I almost step on Camille, but she wakes up anyway.

“What’s wrong?” She says rubbing her eyes.

“I’m going to London.” I say rushing around the room.

“London?!” She yells, now she is awake too.

“That’s what I said. I’m going with Harry. I’ve learned not to ask questions.” I say zipping up my pants.

“Have fun.” She yawns.

    I hear the bell ring and I still have my toothbrush in my mouth. Piper answers the door.

“Why are you here?” Piper says.

“I’m taking Lucy to London with me. She will get to meet the guys.” I overhear them talking. I walk from around the corner.

“I’m meeting the guys?” I say, you can tell there is a panic in my voice.

“Yes, they will love you.” Harry smiles.

“I’m nervous now.”

“Don’t be.”

“What do I do if they don’t like me? That will be a really awkward plane ride. Paris to London isn’t exactly a really short flight.” I squeak.

“Breathe. Lucy calm down. There are four of them. The odds of all of them not liking you are slim to none. Eddie and Michael like everyone. Red is the one you will have to convince.” Harry tells me.

“Don’t tell me that!” I hit him on the arm.

“But just give him 10 minutes tops. Then he will like you. He just has to get to know you.”

“Why do you call him Red?” Camille say, walking from my room.

“Because of his hair. Some would say he is a spitfire.” Harry laughs.

“Gottcha!” They all say.                                       

“We have to stop by my hotel first. I will need you to stay in the hall for a couple of minutes. I have to talk the guys.” He says.

“Isn’t paparazzi surrounding your hotel?” I raise my eyebrows at his last comment.

“Yeah. That’s why we take the service entrance. Oh and I should warn you if I ever have an interview they will ask me if I’m dating anyone. I will deny it, until you ready for me to say something. It’s nothing on you, I know you like your privacy.”