I closed the laptop and went to buy a few things in the city. His blond hair I tied into a ponytail restless , she reached for the wayfarer sunglasses and slammed the door of the apartment. My steps were directed to the nearest Sainsbury 's . Just as I was reaching the shelf for some bread, engulfed me a terrible scream . Startled, I looked up and saw that against me rolling herd of little girls . Some of the hand held banners reading We Love 1D , other screaming hysterically .
" There he is ! Niall Horan ! I love you ! " Praskalo my eardrums . Cautiously, I clung to the rack and rolled her eyes in disgust . One Direction, I'd have to be from another planet , I did not know. A group of boys who became famous practically overnight, and who think that everything is great, no problems. And who would not adopted, when he writes songs Red One, Ed Sheeran and Kelly Clarkson . I fought the urge to spit and drove those arrogant boys head. This was my day and I'm not going to spoil him nothing .
On the way home she called me and Brooke We agreed on a hen party at her home tonight . I stopped there because for some wine and could not wait to tell her the news with Simon .
I got home around four in the afternoon . I still can not believe his luck. As if I was in a hidden camera or something, and every now and then from somewhere climbed by a moderator said he kidding me . But there was nothing .
I slapped him on the bed and eagerly opened the mail box . One new report . I quickly rozklikla .
The first thing that struck me was that I was pretty naive in thinking that Simon Cowell sitting all day at the computer, waiting for my answer. The second thing that came to my mind was that Louis must be a pervert . Or, to put it mildly has a very strange sense of humor .
Just Dear Liz ,
certainly not the most boring girl I ever met. This is Susan Williams, who sat with me in the fifth grade . In addition, I secretly loved her , but she did not return my love .
How do you look ? I try to assign you to your face, but I'm not . I hope that you 're serious about twenty and a desperate forties who has a midlife crisis .
I guess it's funny, when I suddenly begins to write about a complete stranger . So I thought a little alienating . Alienate , as to be less alien, but more to know if you understand the attempt at humor . : D
I like the strips of carrot and Harry. I spend a lot of time with my friends who are like family to me .
If you have not read this far , you're either totally bored , totally tolerant or total fool me . I'm not a psychopath or something, even if psychopaths say too. : D
I would be very glad if you could find a little while and wrote back to me .
Do you prefer Alison or Liz?
Your Loui xx
I laughed . Normally I to these types of e - mails did not respond at all , but something made me otherwise. Something told me that Louis is fine.
Hi Louis,
I'd love to know sometimes Susan Williams.
How do I look ? Does it matter? That we had ever come across . Where are you from ? And how do you look ? I'm sorry that you chrlím issues such as the interrogation. Who is Harry ? Again I ask too much . :)
I'm really twentieth Although I did not tell you how I look , but I measure accurately meter seventy-six. I love music (surprisingly ) , friends and sarcasm . I hate heights . Actually, I'm terrified , but when you step on the first rung of the ladder.
It s the psychopath 'll think about . ;)
I prefer Alison , but as I just told my mom when I gave an educational lecture.
Liz xx
As soon as I decently sesmolila an answer, I turned off the laptop and was about to have dinner at Brooke . It was supposed to be a typical přespávačka like when we was 15 , plus wine . To a large bag because I threw pajamas , toothbrush, something to eat and USB with our favorite movies. I put the leggings and threw them over the free beige sweater. I hopped in the car , on the way stop by the Starbucks and headed to Brooke .
Vila Carter was on the opposite side of London than my parents' house . It was the seat even more than the house in which I grew up. I pressed the doorbell . I opened the Italian Maria , Brooke nanny and a maid in one.
" Alison ! They 're us grown! " Friendly hugged me .
"So good to see you , Mario . " I returned her warm smile .
"And you're so beautiful! Have you got a boy , huh? " Winked conspiratorially .
" No, somehow I avoided it . " I shrugged .
"He had you out there waiting." She smiled and helped me with my bag. Me and the boys . Very narrow chapter of my life .
Without hesitation , I walked into the living room and made herself comfortable on a leather couch where I sat many times .
" No ahoooj ! " rejoiced Brooke standing in the middle of the door with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in hand. "That goes to drink ?"
"And you have not heard the best! " I smirked triumphantly . "You will not believe who wrote to me . "
" Hugh Grant ? George Clooney ? David Beckham ?" Brooke bored fired . "Hey, here too we may be stuck in the morning. "
" Simon Cowell ! " I shouted . Brooke looked at me like I was crazy . "Do you understand that? Simon Cowell , the producer ! "
" Liz , I know who Simon Cowell , just do not understand why you wrote ... "
"I he liked my blog . Apparently understand music and wants to get together for some menu ! "
"Oh , I'm so proud of you . " She hugged me . Then just open the champagne and we discussed everything. With the growing amount of alcohol we tackle increasingly stupidnější things. Brooke almost quarreled with me because I hate One Direction and then completed by wash her hands in the urinal. Around four in the morning we got into bed and fell asleep immediately .
In the morning , I felt a huge hangover . Maria me with a reproachful glance filed vyprošťovák and called me a taxi , with the car after someone sends me later.
With a faraway look , I opened the apartment door and turned on the computer .
1 new message .
Alison's outfit : http://www.polyvore.com/casual/set?id=51808650
