Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Three- Bloody Hell, We're Going to England

        A couple days later my mom knocks on my door in my room.

        "Gracie, I got a call from someone." She says.

        I open the door. "From who?"

        "Some girl named Eleanor. She says she wants to talk to you," She hands me the phone. I widened my eyes and answered.

        "E-Eleanor?"

        "Gracie! Hey what's up?" Her cheerful voice says into the receiver.

        "Well, um nothing much, just homework. What's up?" My mom mouths, 'I'll be downstairs' and quickly leaves the room.

        I lay down on my bed not even paying any attention to the trig homework I was supposed to be doing.

        "Ugh, I know how that goes so boring," She groans and then brightens. "Anyways, I have some great news to share with you. I hope you end up telling your friends."

        I nod. "Of course, they were so excited about your nice compliments."

        "Well, I'm about to let off another bomb shell," She says. "I want you and your two friends to come to England and be my personal designers."

        I shot up out of bed. "Wait...seriously!?"

        "Yeah!" She laughs. "I've actually already gone over it with your mother. She said if your up for it she'd be happy to! I got you three an apartment near the university I go to. It's big, lots of space with designs. In fact, if you do a good job, G.W could open up a store in England!"

        My wildest dreams were actually coming true. "Oh my god, yes! A thousand times yes!!"

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        A couple days later it was Thalia, Kristan, and I's final day in LA; hell, our final day in America! After curling my hair I chose my outfit for the day, dressing to impress. I wanted to wear one of the clothes I had personally designed. Some of the accessories I had gotten from the store, but I created the shirt and the jeans and the shoes. I decided to go casual and not get on the plane all uncomfortable. Putting on my scarf and beanie for the final touch I dragged my things outside and set them into my mother's van. Thalia and Kristan should be here any moment.

        "Oh, honey I'm so proud of you," She kisses my forehead lovingly. "Promise to call and text everyday!"

        I laugh hugging my mom close; I was really going to miss her. "Of course mom. I'll be fine."

        Kristan hops out of her mom's car kissing her mom's cheek and then ran towards me. She had her hair up in her usual pony tail except it was braided. She wore a shirt that she hadn't worn recently and some jeans she had told me she designed a few days ago.

        I hugged Kristan and when we separated I put her stuff in the van. "Where's Thalia?"

        Kristan smiled. "She's coming; she decided to design her whole outfit and just finished last night."

        I smirk looking down the road. "This should be interesting."

        When Thalia came up she had her pink hair up in a high ponytail and the outfit she designed that was totally her style with black and white striped skinny jeans and a black ripped shirt.

        "Totally awesome right?" She smirks.

        "Oh yes," I laugh.

        And so we headed to the airport and to England.