Too Mainstream {One Direction}

i. A Familiar Face

I clicked called one more time in an attempt to get a hold of my best friend, who was now in Sydney, Australia while I was off in London, England. When the ringing stopped, I didn't bother looking at the screen; I just started talking since that's what I normally do.

"Thank god you answered Rach. I'm dying here, like England sucks--holy shit. You are not Rachel," I said finally looking at the screen. The boy on the screen looked clearly amused, yet at the same time familiar.

"Why does England suck?" he questioned. I continued to stare at him, still confused that it was not my best friend on the screen, but some boy, a very adorable boy with brown messy hair, bluish green eyes, and a striped shirt. 

"You're not Rachel," I repeated, still unsure of what to say.

"Right, last time I checked I was Louis, but I can be Rachel. Though I would probably need a wig or a dress or some idea who Rachel is and what she looks like," he rambled.

"Why do you look so familiar?" I asked. He chuckled.

"You tell me, and while you're at it I would love for you to answer my other question," he said. I gave him a confused look, trying to recall what he had asked me. He seemed to notice my confusion and asked again. "Why does England suck?"

"Uhh... Oh god are you English...wait of course you're English, that's what you're speaking it...shit you're British. I practically insulted you," I rambled, him chuckling in the background.

"Yes Love, I am British. I'm Louis Tomlinson. And you are?" He asked. 

"Ah ha! That's why you looked familiar. You're in that band...oh what is it? One Distortion...no, that's not it. It starts with a One something, I do know that," I tapped my chin in an attempt to think. "That's it! One Direction! Oh god Rach is going to kill me. But she's on a completely different continent, so I should be safe, for now anyways," I was rambling again. I stopped and looked back at the screen. He was amused. "I'll stop talking now," I added earning a chuckle from him. 

"Don't I at least get to know you're name?" He asked, still amused.

"Noe," I stated.

"No? Man, I thought we were friends," he faked sobbed. I laughed. 

"No, my name is Noel but everyone calls me Noe. It's got an e on the end," I said. 

"Ohh, well that makes sense, I guess. It's nice to meet you Noe," he said happily. Before I could answer another voice was heard from his side.

"Lou, who are you talking to?" The voice said getting closer.

"Who is that?" I asked. 

"Just Harry," he stated.

"Wait, did I just hear my name?" Harry said. Louis looked up before an upside down face appeared on the screen, and let me say it was an extremely close up shot.

“Whoa, way to close,” I said moving to sit on the floor. Scraps, my kitten, crawled into my lap, purring softly as I stroked his white fur.

"Who are you? Aw it’s a pussy," Harry said cheekily as he plopped beside Louis. They fixed the screen to where I could see both of them clearly. Louis flicked him across the nose.

“Ignore the cat Harreh, you’ve got Dusty to fawn over,” he said.

“Well, what’s your name then? Where is Dusty by the way? I haven’t seen him yet,” Harry rambled, looking over to Louis who shook his head.

"Noe," I stated.

"What do you mean no?" He asked confused. Both Louis and I laughed.

"Twice in one day, that’s new. My name is Noe, with an e. Well technically my name is Noel, but nobody really calls me that," I said. 

"Alright you met her Harreh, now go," Louis said shoving him away. 

"Why? I'm bored Lou, Noel doesn't mind right?" Harry said. I glared at him. 

"It's not Noel, it's Noe," I growled. He smirked, apparently wanting to make me mad. 

"Fine," Louis whined, "but be quiet. She was just about to explain why England sucks." Dammit, he remembered I said that.

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