*one month later*
This is it. This is the day that I have been dreading ever since Louis told me they only had a month of break. This is the day that all the boys have to leave to head off to America to start their new tour.
I knew this day would come sooner or later, but I hope it would be later. I feel like the time Niall and I have been together has been so short, and it has. It's really only been about 5 weeks since we first met and now he has to leave already. It's not only him I'm sad about, it's the other guys too. Especially Harry, we've actually become very close considering him and Christine are together every day, just like Niall and I. Of course, I'm upset about Louis leaving too. We've grown so much closer since that day at our secret place, and I couldn't love it any more.
Currently, I'm helping Niall pack up all of his stuff because like any guy, the way he sloppily throws clothes in his suitcase disgusts me. So I decided to do it for him.
"How many shirts do you want?" I ask him as I fold the last pair of shorts.
"Five." He says casually, much to my surprise.
"Only five?" I question.
"Yeah. C'mon at least I'm not like Harry who brought about two pairs of pants last tour." He laughs as he walks over to me and helps me fold his clothes.
"I don't want to leave." He sighs as he picks up another shirt.
"Aren't you excited for the tour?" I ask.
"Of course I am, I just don't wanna leave you." He says softly, which almost makes my heart melt.
"We can Skype and text and you can call me whenever. It's okay." I smile, even though inside it's not really too thrilling to have him leave for so long.
"I guess. And I have a week break sometime in the middle of the tour when I can come visit." He smiles as he looks over to me.
"That's good. Just remember to not miss me too much where you won't enjoy yourself." I tell him. I would feel awful if every show, he wasn't his normal self just because I wasn't there.
"It'll be hard, but I guess I'll try." He sighs, kissing me softly after he says.
"On the other hand, are you excited for your first day tomorrow?" He asks me. I almost forgot that's tomorrow with all of the stuff going on.
I applied to a school right outside Doncaster for the second semester and they accepted me, even giving me some money to help out. They even let me start now before the second semester starts because I told them it would work best for me. I guess they were impressed with my high school grades or something because I don't know why else they would let me do that.
Christine was thrilled when I told her, more for the fact that I don't have to move out of the apartment and leave her. Also, I can continue to help her pay the bills so she doesn't have to alone.
"Yeah, really. It'll actually make my days productive and I'll be able to get a better job." I say, smiling to myself at the thought of having a job doing something I love.
"You know, I can always get you a job working for us in some way." He offers for the hundredth time, even though he knows the answer will always be no.
"No. Absolutely not." I reply simply.
"Why nottt." He whines like a child, which is actually very adorable.
"Because I don't want people thinking I'm only dating you for a job. You know the press would automatically think that of me and the fans would be upset too. I know how much they mean to you and I don't want to make them hate me. Or you for dating me." I clarify. The last thing I want is for people to think I'm using him for his title, because that's absolutely disgusting and not true.
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