The alarmed went off at 7:00 am. Today the boys had a photoshoot and interview for a French magazine.
I texted Sophia asking her when her flight arrived tomorrow so I could arranged everything before she got here.
I threw my phone on my bed and went to the kitchen and made breakfast. When I was done I did the dishes and then took a shower. I headed to my bedroom and opened the wardrobe.
"What am I going to wear? Let's see..." I said while scanning my closet.
It was a little chilly so I grabbed my black leather jacket, a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. While I was finishing getting dressed, I heard my phone buzzing; must be Sophia. I quickly grabbed my phone from my bed and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"I'm so sorry mate. I can't go to London. I won't be moving there anytime soon. I got into a huge fight with my mum and my brother, my dad got into the fight too trying to defend me and things went crazy. I know that moving there after this could be the solution to all my problems but I just can't. I can't leave my dad after this. It's complicated to explain but I hope you understand me. I wish you nothing but the best! I'll visit you when things chill over here. I promise. I love you so much and I'm really sorry :( x"
"No." That's all I could say before the tears started falling. This was awful! I was so happy and excited about Sophia moving in with me. We had planned this for years and now everything went overboard in a matter of seconds.
I put on my ankle boots, grabbed my purse and left.
While I stormed into the reception all I could think was this was great! September was here, which meant my birthday was in a few days and Sophia wasn't coming because she had problems with her family and she didn't even know if she would be able to come at all. I thought I would have my best friend here with me but it wasn't going to happen. It seemed like I would be living this experience and my birthday alone. I wasn't going to celebrate it. I never have been very fond of birthday anyways; they were just a reminder you were getting older...
I said a quick 'hi' to Mr. Jackson and got out of there. I didn't want to catch the bus or take the subway. I had to be there at 9 am and it was only 7:45 am and it wasn't too far from my flat so I would get there in time by foot.
"Ugh, I need to stop crying! I can't arrive there looking like shit. Red eyes don't match with my outfit." I said to myself trying to cheer me up. I laughed at my own joke. At least I could still be funny when I was down. "I might ask Lou for help. She can cover up the redness around my eyes."
I put my headphone on and put Palaye Royale on. I loved this band! They were very unique and I've never known or seen another band like them. I just needed some goof music to cheer me up before I got to work. I haven't texted Sophia back... Maybe I should. I took out my phone and texted her.
"I'm not going to lie. I'm very disappointed and heartbroken knowing that you won't come here. We had planned it for years and now I'm on my own. I hope you can come visit me as you said, at least now we're not that far away. I love you and I should go before I start crying again. I'm on my way to work and I don't want to look like shit hahaha. Hope you can solve everything out with your mum and brother, you know despite the distance I'm here for you. xx"
Sent.
After 30 minutes I arrived at the place where the boys would have the interview and photoshoot. People were already there setting everything up before the boys arrive. I looked for Lou just in case she had arrived too.
"Good morning, do you know if Lou, the hairstylist, arrived yet?" I asked a man who was arranging the lights.
"Lou? Yeah I think I saw her down the hallway. She's arranging her stuff." The man told me pointing to the direction I had to go.
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FanfictionMeet Isabella. A normal 21-year-old girl, student, funny, shy and trying to find her place in the world. She has always felt like she didn't belong were she was born so since little she always had this feeling she needed to move to another country...