We are really pressed for time so we decided that there was no time to change. We climbed into my car in our swimsuits and headed straight to the mall. After 5 hours of shopping we sped home to pack. I dropped Amber at her house first. We agreed that I would pick her up at 10:00 am before she ran into her house in a panic. I arrived at my house at 10:00pm, grabbed the rest of my bags out of the back of my Mercedes and ran in to begin packing. I ran up the grand staircase yelling "Night mom and dad love y'all!" as I tried not to trip. My parents probably aren't even home, so I'm not really sure why I yelled that. Because they are world famous doctors, they're always travelling or working late. Ever since I can remember Layla and I have been with nanny after nanny. AS soon as I would get close to them they would move or get offered a better job and leave me. When my parents are home they are usually out working all night and all day, so I rarely see them. Luckily my sister and I were rather close for most of my life, but she moved to California after she graduated college two years ago. She comes back for major holidays some of them because we can finally be together as a family again and others are so I won't be by myself. My life is definitely a lonely life but I love it at the same time. I ran to my room throwing open my double doors "oh how I will miss this room the next two months" I say to myself admiring my room. "But it is SOOOOOOO worth it!" I squeal. I run across my room to my closet. Now I am really second guessing myself on going for the next two months my closet is my life! I designed it to be like a store with different sections, a wall for shoes, a wall of glass cabinets for purses, an entire jewelry case and a wall for jewelry, and a huge island in the middle. (picture of closet on side) Oh how I love it! After a couple minutes I snap out of it and get to work! I leave in less than twelve hours and haven't even begun to pack. I pull out my 9 piece luggage set and get to work! I pack all of my new clothes, which takes up 3 suitcases alone. I pack 3 more full of clothes, one full of shoes, one full of jewelry and accessories, and the 9th suitcase was my toiletries and make up bag. After a successful 5 hours of packing I lay out my outfit for tomorrow. I pick out a yellow flared skirt, a crème blouse, a tan over-coat, tope heels, a light leather tote, a couple of cute bracelets, and a pair of my most cherished sunglasses (picture of outfit on side). By the time I'm done preparing for tomorrow and the next couple of months it is 3:30 am. I have to shower before I go to bed or I simply can't sleep so I shower and do my usual nightly routine, but in about half of the normal time. I climb into my oversized king bed at around 4:15am and go straight to sleep with the amazing thoughts of the next two months on my mind.
I awake to my alarm going off at 8:15 am. I jumped out of bed too excited to get to London to even think about the lack of sleep. I rush into my bathroom and turn the shower on to warm up, the ice-cold marble floor not even fazing me. I take probably the fastest shower known to man. After putting on my make up, I loosely curl my blonde hair and put it in a low side ponytail. "If I don't say so myself, you look pretty hot Brookie" I say admiring my choice of outfit. I then begin to bring my entire luggage set down the grand staircase. After 30 minutes I finally have my entire luggage set in my Range Rover. I run in, grab my purse and say "bye house, see you in two months! EEEEEPPPP!" I can feel the excitement brewing! Speaking of brewing! I need my Starbucks! Before I pick up Amber I stop by starbucks and get us each a drink. I get a venti double chocolate chip Frappuccino with one pump of toffee nut with whip, and I get a venti white chocolate mocha for Amber. Bye the time I get to Ambers it's 9:15. I run up to the door and before Amber can say anything I shout "Hey! Hey! Hey! Look who's actually early for a change! Aren't you proud of me?! So you ready?" I then look at Amber and I can't help but notice that she looks like she's about to kill me.
"Yes well I don't know whether I hate you for doing this to me or whether I love you because you've done this for me!" she says while barely breaking a smile at the end.
"You love me. You definitely love me!" I say with a smirk. She laughed and then ran inside to get her brother, Aaron, to help her load her things into my car. Amber only has 6 bags, seeing as she packs a little more reasonably. Once she's said her goodbyes, we climb into my Range Rover and head for the airport.
"Hey B, is that what I think it is?!" she says, finally getting to be the Amber I know.
I lightly chuckle, handing her the drink and saying "Yep drink up!" She takes the coffee, chugs it, and then falls asleep. My guess is that she probably got no sleep last night. Amber is the most laid back person I have ever met until it comes to packing. When Amber has to pack there is no use in trying to talk to her at all; it's like she's completely zoned out for those few days. She thinks about it nonstop until she has completed the task. When I park at the airport I wake her up and we load our luggage onto carts.
We board our plane right at 12:00 and take our first class seats. Since it's a long flight my dad made sure that we'd be comfortable. The flight is roughly 9 hours, and because of the 6 hour time difference, we will be getting there at about 3:00 am BST.
Amber and I sleep for about 3 hours and then we ordered some sparkling water. We talked for a bit and then Amber brought them up. I completely forgot about her obsession with one direction. I like one direction fine but I wouldn't ever consider myself to be a "fan girl". I focus way too much on school to be focused on a British boy band 24/7. For the next hour or so Amber gushes about them. She spills all of these fantasies about meeting them in the next two months and falling in love. I find most of these stories to be absurd, so I occasionally remind her that only those things happen in the movies. Amber can be such an airhead at times because she began to ramble on about how I was wrong.
"I have read so many fan fictions where just that has happened, or atleast a variation of that. There's always a drop dead gorgeous girl who falls into the arms of Niall, or Louis, oh or Liam, or Zayn, or Harry mmmmmmmm. There all so gorge-" I cut her off getting annoyed.
"Ok Amber and are these so-called "fan fictions" real?" I say slightly annoyed.
"Well I mean yeah most of them are I guess" she says.
"UM EARTH TO AMBER! They're called fan FICTIONS for a reason!" I say a little too loudly.
"Ugh! Whatever Brooke it's summer, and summer is my break from thinking" she says completely discouraged. We then ordered dinner, and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
WE woke up 4 hours later when we landed in London. We walked off of the airplane, looked at the London skyline and then looked at each other and said, perfectly in sync "our adventure begins now". We squealed, barely containing our excitement and then giggled, laughing because we can basically read each others minds now. The thoughts of spending the next two months in London with my best friend in the world flooded my head, giving me chills.
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Author's note:
Hey y'all! So this is my very first fan fiction, and I am really scared everyone's going to hate it but I'm always up for new things so I figured I'd give it a go! Well, I would REALLY appreciate it just giving me some feedback, ideas, suggestions, etc. Thanks so much! :) Stay amazing!
Bradford xx
