The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

The Curly, The Blond And The Irish.

Juliette's P.O.V

"It's not fair! He didn't deserve to die! " Elle sobbed, her eyelashes wet with tears.

"Poor Jack!" Was all I managed to say. I was also crying at the events that were unfailing before of our eyes.

Elle and I had stupidly decided to watch Titanic that evening, we always cried at the end. Me and Elle often cried in movies, but who could've blamed us?

The Celine Dion song began playing and Elle brought a tissue to her nose and blew loudly. I pressed stop on the DVD player and went to take the disk out of our old £50 TV.

"Would you like pizza for tea?" I asked once my voice had gone back to normal.

"Make sure its veggie!" Elle reminded me, raising her eyebrows and making her way into the kitchen. Elle had been vegetarian since a few months previously. She was doing really well but I knew she'd cave in sooner or later.

"El, how do you live without Nando's?" I questioned, opening the fridge and pulling out a cheese and tomato pizza.

"Believe me, it’s tough." Elle sighed, picking an apple out of the fruit bowl and bringing it to her lips. "How do you stand being around chicken all day and not eat it?"

""Because it's for my loyal customers!" I said sarcastically. I worked in Nando’s; it was torture being around that perfect food every single day and not be able to eat any. Not that I didn't, I often brought some home after my shifts to stock up the freezer. It was against employee policy but I had a tendancy to ignore instructions like that. Especially when they involved food. That's probably why I was so bad at dieting.

I heard a knock on the door and rushed to answer it, stood outside was Lukas, one of Elle's best friends from university.

"Hey Juliette! Is Elle here?" Lukas asked, running a hand through his sandy blond hair which was falling into his blue eyes.

"She's in the kitchen." I smiled, opening the door wider to let him through.

"Isn't she always?" Lukas laughed, strutting into the kitchen with me following behind. I'd always admired Lukas but I wasn't attracted to him.

"Hey Luka!" Elle smiled, turning away from the oven. "What's new?" She bit into her apple again.

"I need your help! It’s about girls!" Lukas said, desperately turning to Elle and me.

"What’s her name?" I sighed, leaning against the counter. I felt my stomach growl and knew I needed to eat pretty soon. The pizza box said 5-8 minutes.

"Lucy." Lukas said dreamily.

"What happened to Jade?" Elle asked in disbelief. She put her hands on her hips.

"She wasn't the one for me." Lukas shrugged.

"You man slag!" I snorted, making Lukas turn and glare at me. We weren't as close as him and Elle were, but we were close enough and we trusted each other.

"Are you going to help me or not?!" Lukas growled.

This is how Lukas "Plays the field": He falls in love with several different girls every week. He gets their numbers and makes them feel like the most special girl in the world and then he just doesn't call them, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind.

"What do you want to know?" Elle sighed, giving into Lukas' pleading looks.

"Should I kiss her on the next date?" Lukas asked, his forehead creasing in confusion. He sounded sort of childish. I would have thought he'd know what to do and not to do by now. He'd been on enough dates with enough girls to understand. Maybe he felt different about this one.