Stranded with Louis Tomlinson

Chapter Twenty Five

Amber's P.O.V.

I woke up to my mom calling my name.

"Amber!" she said as she burst through my door. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. My clock read 7:00am. "Mom. It's only seven. Please just let me sleep," I whined. "No time," my mom replied. "You and Louis have a press conference in New York today. Your guys' jet is leaving the airport at nine." she said, stepping into my room. "I made pancakes. Now, get dressed and come eat. You've got a long day ahead of you," she said, walking out of my room.

I sighed as I got out of bed. I went over to my closet and picked out my knee-legnth floral dress to wear to the press conference. After I changed, I ran a comb through my hair, put on some makeup and went downstairs to eat breakfast. My family were already seated at the table. I sat down and picked at my food, too nervous to eat. The press conference. What kind of questions were they going to ask? I pushed my plate away from me. "I should go pack," I said, getting up. "You should eat a little more," my mom said. "I'm fine."

I walked back to my room and grabbed my overnight bag. By the time I finished, it was 8:20. I walked out to the garage and put my bag in Mom's car. Mom came out and started the car while I got into the passenger's side.

We started driving to the airport. I smiled to myself, thinking about how last time I was on my way to the airport, I had no idea it was leading to the most life-changing thing I've ever experienced. Mom broke my train of thought when she said, "Louis is going to meet you here and when you two get to New York, a taxi will take you guys to your press conference." I nodded and we pulled into the parking lot of the airport. She parked the car and grabbed her purse. She picked up her purse and handed my five hundred dollars. "This is for your hotel room and in case anything else comes up. Tomorrow the jet will be at the airport in New York at nine in the morning. Louis will be catching a flight back to Doncaster." "Okay," I replied. She kissed me on the forehead and we said our goodbyes.

I got my bag and my mom drove away. A man in a pilot's uniform walked over to me and shook my hand. "Hi. I'm Tom, and I'll be your pilot today-" He was cut off by screaming reporters. They were all shouting my name and yelling questions at me. I ducked my head down and Tom lead me to the jet. I heard even more screaming and people shouting Louis' name. I looked over my shoulder and saw Louis making his way through the crowd of people. I turned back around and stepped into the jet. A few seconds after I took my seat, Louis got into the jet and sat down. We glanced at each other and smiled as the jet started.

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Two hours later, we landed in New York. The taxi was waiting for us at the airport, along with screaming fans and reporters. Louis and I fought our way through the crowd of people and got into the taxi. Minutes later we arrived at the press conference. I smoothed the skirt of my dress as we entered the building.

We were escorted up to the stage and we took our seats. All of the reporters' hands shot up as the cameras blinded me. Louis called on somebody. "What went through your minds as your planes went down?" a man asked. "Um, fear, obviously," Louis spoke into his microphone. All of the reporters started talking and shouting more questions at us. I called on another person. "How long were you in the water before reaching the island?" the person asked. "Well, I was unconscious for a good part of it, but it was light outside when the plane crashed and it was dark when we got to the shore," I said.

We answered questions for another hour and then it was time to go. We went to the hotel and both of us were so exausted that we went straight to our rooms and fell asleep.