Trouble. (One Direction)

Chapter Four- Louis

Chapter Four

I climbed up the wooden stairs. Firs to the left is that what he said? Ah, yes. I rolled my suitcase into the large bedroom. It was bigger than mine back at home. It even felt more homely too, maybe it was the lack of my parents that made the environment feel more enjoyable. But still, I don’t think I’ll unpack the suitcases any time soon. I’m planning on leaving this gloomy country in a week max. I unzipped the designer suitcase to change into fresh clothes. A piece of paper floated from my bag to the floor. I glared at it, I know that paper. The paper with the red boarders. That was the paper belonging to the notepad in Mother dearests study. She was the reason I’m in this fucking place, why the hell would I want a note from her? It was probably something trivial anyway. More lies. More words of wisdom from her behalf. The only problem being I didn’t care what she thought, or what she recommended as ‘advice.’ I left it on the ground and pulled out my track pants and a Wallabies rugby hoodie, after all, I was only going to be sleeping today. I looked around the room - not my room, I refused to call it mine – and searched for a nearby bathroom. I found an ensuite attached to my wardrobe and walked inside. I dropped my clothes onto the ground and looked at myself in the mirror. I wonder what that note says. Curse me for being bloody curious. “Curiosity killed the cat,” my Mother would say. I would reply with the oh so sarcastic “Oh yes Mother dear, but I thought cats had 9 lives?” This would earn me a glare and a telling off about how I was always so self centered and she was only trying to help radi radi rahda. My Mother was not one to break a routine. I tip toed back to where the note lay and stared at it. I picked it up and felt it in my hands, doesn’t feel too heavy, despite what she’s written. I unfolded it and red her scrawled writing.

“Abby, you’re in London for the next six months, so you may as well get used to  it. Please behave. No pranks that you pull will earn you a ticket home. In fact, the worse you play up, the longer you will be there. So if you want to come home and see your friends I suggest that you change your attitude significantly. We love you and will call and skype you to check in on weekends. Be good Abby. Xxxx”

I glared at the note, just as I had expected. Stupid words of meaningless advice. And like hell I was going to call and skype them. God! And what did she mean that the worse I behaved, the longer it would take for me to go home. Yeah right! She was bluffing. I’m going to pull the biggest prank she has ever seen, I’d planned it on the plane. I waltzed back into the ensuite, the shower steam already fogged the mirror. Although it wouldn’t have taken too long. Being like minus 10 degrees and all. I let the scented shampoo soak into my long blonde hair. I loved being a natural blonde. My hair was so much more shiny than those blonde wannabes at Bercly who bleached their hair so much it looked grey.

I exited the shower and chucked on my comfy clothes. My hair dangled down my back in saturated wavy locks. I retreated back to the bed that lay in the middle of the room and fell onto it, reaching for my laptop on the ground. I flicked it open only to discover I needed the wireless password to access the net. Sorry twits, no tweets for you then. I groaned and shut the laptop closed. I scrolled through my iPhone replying to a few selected messages from my friends back home. Back at Bercly High. All together in the same place. Not abroad by themselves in some cloudy, smoggy, freezing country, home alone in some house.

“Oh hi, you must be Abigail.” A guy said, appearing at my door. He must be the step cousin or whatever you call it.

“Abby. And you are?” I corrected him.

“Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson.” He said with his best smile. He looked familiar but I couldn’t quiet put my finger on it.

“Well Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you. You’re stuck with me for the next week before I fly back home.” I said, confidently. Why wouldn’t I be confident? I was getting out of here, no buts.