When I woke up Sunday morning, it was around 9:30ish when I went downstairs in my pj’s still and sat down at the kitchen table with my phone in my hand going over last nights events. I had to look at it once more to make sure I didn’t dream it all. About 20 minutes later, after I had discussed everything with my family, my cell phone began to ring. It was Sarah, I wondered why she was calling me at 9:30 on a Sunday morning. I picked up only to have her scream in my ear, “STELLA GUESS WHAT?” “WHAT” I screamed back. “I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH PETER WHITE, SIMON COWELL’S ASSISTANT, SIMON WOULD LOVE TO MEET YOU AND WANTS TO FLY YOU OUT THERE TOMORROW MORNING TO MEET WITH HIM AND DISCUSS YOUR FUTURE IN SINGING!” Sarah yelled back at me. “P-pardon?, a-are you s-serious?” I couldn’t believe it…THE Simon Cowell wanted to talk to me, Stella Adamo about my future in singing? After a 20 minute conversation with my mother about flight details, she finally agreed to let me go, on my own of course.
SHIT! I still had to pack! My flight leaves tomorrow at 10:00am and it was now 12:00pm and I still had nothing packed and nothing prepared. This called for an emergency meeting with Cristina. I immediately picked up my phone and pressed 4 on my speed dial. “Cristina come over right now, I need your help packing!” “K Stel, be there in 5!” When I hung up the phone I ran to the basement to pull out my black and gold luggage, since I was going to be in London for 3 months I needed quite a few luggages. I grabbed the large size and the small size and then I grabbed the matching carry as well. I dragged them all the way up to my room and set them out on the floor in front of me. Cristina arrived minutes after and squeezed me into a tight hug. We put on One Directions Take Me Home album and sang and danced around my room and we packed close to my entire wardrobe in those 3 bags. When we were finally finished it was 7:00pm and we were both starving. “Let’s go get food please, I think I’m gonna die if don’t eat anything soon” I said. Cristina just nodded agreeing with me. Both in sweats, we got into my car and drove to the nearest Panera. When we sat down I ordered the broccoli cheddar with the ceasar salad, my usual order. We ate in silence for the most part, neither one of us knew what to say. We were going to be apart for 3 months and Cristina is like my sister. I have known her for my whole life and I can’t imagine what life would be like without her. I had a brilliant idea…I just needed to talk to her mom and make sure it was okay. As soon as I dropped Cristina off, I waited until I saw the light in her room switch on before I went in and talked to her mom. We spoke for about half an hour until I convinced Cristina’s mom to agree to let Cristina come with me! I ran upstairs to tell her the good news. We freaked out for a bit and then I began shoving her clothes into her suitcases. I set them up beside the door and we said our goodnights. “I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 7:30 to pick you up! Sleep well baby!” I told her before I left her house. I went home, packed some last minute things and climbed into bed. I set an alarm on my phone for 6:45am, I had to get up and take a shower. My alarm went off way too soon, I quickly dragged myself out of bed and jumped in the shower. When I was done, I rubbed my body with my peppermint lotion and threw the lotion into my purse along with the matching body spray. I put on a pair of ripped boyfriend fit skinny jeans, a white longsleeve shirt and grabbed my slouchy black cardigan. I skipped the makeup step and figured I could just do it as the plane was landing in London. I dried my naturally curly hair and it turned out surprisingly good. I put it up in a bun and grabbed my raybans and headed downstairs. I said my goodbyes to my parents but the hardest person to say goodbye to was my brother. I gave him a huge hug and he told me to be careful and to call him if I EVER needed anything. “Be careful around the London boys okay, they will only break your heart. And if they do, I will kill them.” Alex whispered in my ear before he released me from the hug. “I love you alex, be good” I said. “love you too baby sis, call me when you land” Alex put his sunglasses back on to hide his tears and went back in the house. I got in my car and drove to Cristinas. Her bags were already at the end of the driveway so we shoved them into my car and headed towards the airport. After what seemed like hours, we were finally on the plane. Our luggage was checked and we were in our seats, to our surprise, Simon had put us in First Class. We were so excited to finally be in the air. Cristina and I were so exhausted so we both decided to take a nap. After a nice log dream about the one and only, Harry Styles, I woke up to realize that the plane was landing in 20 minutes in London. I grabbed my purse and went to the bathroom, I put on a light layer of makeup, and swiped my favourite nude lipgloss across my lips before returning to my seat. I pulled my hair out of my bun and messed with it a little. That was the beauty of having curly hair. Cristina and I held hands as the plane landed. When we stepped out of the plane, we saw a tall man with dark brown hair and brown eyes dressed in a black suit with a sign that said Stella Adamo and Cristina Mafrici. We walked over to him and introduced himself as Peter White, the guy Sarah spoke with on the phone. To his surprise I threw my arms around him and he responded with a "Hello Miss Adamo and Miss Mafrici, welcome to London, I will be taking you to a condo that Mr. Cowell has rented out for you 2." "Please just call us by our first names! Thank you so much!" I said politely. We walked to the large black SUV and Peter brought all of our bags into the trunk. We then took off towards the condo. When we arrived, our bags were brought up to our rooms. Cristina and I walked in and were in shock at how beautiful it was. There was a large kitchen and dining area that was very sleek and modern and all decorated in white. Then there was a sitting area with a large platinum screen tv. As we continued down the hall, there were 3 doors, one led to the spare room, one let to Cristina's room and one led to mine. As I opened the door to my room, there was a huge king size bed with white sheets and white and pink pillows thrown on, a HUGE walk in closet, and as I opened another door there was a beautiful marble bathroom with a large shower and large bathtub. I was truly in heaven. When I walked out of my room I met Cristina in the kitchen and we both just looked at each other. Speechless. We could not believe this was all happening. Within 10 minutes, there was a knock at the door. I went to answer it and Simon Cowell was standing there looking at me. "Welcome to London Stella, I am very excited about all this!" he said. "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this all means to me, I am so thankful to you" I said. He walked into my condo and we chatted for a few minutes about rehearsals and recording times for the the next few weeks. He then said that I have 2 weeks off to get to know London. As he was walking out the door, he turned and said "Oh, and Stella, there is one more thing, I hope you like One Direction, because their condo is the one right next door to yours! Enjoy!" Did I just hear that correctly? I was obviously in shock because Cristina came over to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Uh Stella, is he for real?" "I uh I have no idea..." I responded. The rest of the day was spent unpacking all of our clothes and talking to our families letting them know that we had made it here safely. Although one thought never left our minds...One Direction were our neighbours? At around 7:45pm, we finished unpacking and were sitting on the couch chatting when we heard a knock at the door and a few muffled voices. I got up and headed to the door wondering who it would possibly be. I opened the door to find 5 perfect boys standing in front of me. They all spoke at once, "Hi neighbor" "You're an incredible singer" "Can't wait to spend more time with you" "We are going to be best mates" All four of them spoke except for 1...I looked at his emerald green eyes and his head was a mess of curls. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with the neckline low enough to reveal the tops of his chest tattoos. He took a step towards me and put his hands around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Hey love, I'm Harry, you must be Stella. I can't wait to get to know you" I didn't know what to say, was this really happening? For the past year, I have wanted nothing more than to meet Harry Styles and now he was in my condo with his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it sent chills down my spine. As he released from the hug I looked and him and managed to get out, "Hi, so nice to meet you." I turned to look into my condo and watched as the boys made themselves at home sitting on the couch and playing around with the remote for the tv. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Cristina and Niall speaking to each other, her cheeks were extremely red. All I could think to myself was this is going to be a summer to remember...
