Falling ~A One Direction Fan Fiction~

Chapter 9: Réunir et Décrocher

"I--I remember this." Those were the words I never thought I'd say again. I actually remembered something from before the car accident.

“You… remember?” Harry asked me, and I nodded.

“Yeah, this was us at the park obviously. This was… oh, God…” I sat there and tried to figure out what happened that day. I studied the picture, which was actually a great one, other than my hair being really messy and there were a few grass stains on my pants. “This was when Dani and I beat you and a few of your friends in football!”

“Yep, you remember,” he said, slightly embarrassed.

“Aw, it’s okay, Cupcake. I’ve always been a better footballer than you!”

“Not true,” he huffed.

“It so is!” I laughed, but he just smiled and shook his head. “So when can I see Danielle again?”

“She’s your cousin,” Niall laughed.

“Yeah, but I don’t have her number, and she’s your potential girlfriend!” I retorted.

“Then here’s her number,” he chuckled as he handed me his phone, “and you can figure something out.”

I added her into my contacts, and I walked out of the room quickly to call her.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Uhm, hi, Danielle. It’s Olivia—“

“Oh my God, Via! Hey! How are you?” Dani said excitedly.

“I’m pretty good right now, actually. I was wondering, since it’s been a pretty long time since we’ve seen each other, if we could hang out soon?” I stated as more of a question.

“Of course! How about later tonight?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool. Did you want to come over here, or…”

“Sure, that sounds good.” She sounded pretty excited to be seeing me again. “Around 6?”

“Yeah, I should be back from gym.”

“Okay, see you then!” We both hung up, and I walked back into the living room, saying, “She’s coming over at 6. I have to go to gym right now, though. I have a lot of practicing to do, and very little time to do it.” I grabbed my bag, which had my gym clothes in it, and I left them quickly, and I ran into the gymnasium as quickly as I could. “Sorry I’m a bit late!” I yelled to Leila as I ran into the locker room. I slipped on a tank top and some athletic shorts, and I ran out onto the floor, where she was waiting.

“It’s fine. Everything okay now?” I nodded. “Louis and you?” Again, I nodded. “Your ankle or leg or whatever it was?”

“Yep. Now, can I just work on the routine? I have someone coming over later, and I need to get back as soon as possible.”

“Sure.” She helped me improve on the routine for about 3 hours, and once we were done, I thanked her, and she reminded me, “Plane leaves in 2 days at noon, and you’d better be there.”

“Okay!” I laughed as I ran out of the gym as fast as I could. I went to my flat first, to shower and change, and once I had done that, I did a once over in the mirror. I was wearing a teal and silver crop top with black skinny jeans, a grey zippered hoodie, and white Vans, along with light makeup and my naturally wavy hair pulled into a high ponytail. I went back to the boy’s flat, and I got there right at 5:50. I knocked on the door, and someone yelled, “Who is it?” I told them it was me, and they said it was open. “Hey, guys,” I smiled at them.