the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 8 -- Curtseys and Bows

A/N: This chapter is really 'bad' in my opinion! But I hope you liked it! What do you think of Liz's personality? Comments! Likes?

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He held out his hand for me to hold and I ignored it. I knew he was enraged by the way I treated him because after I ignored him, he took my hand and interlocked my fingers with his. Ugh. I almost barfed by the sight of our hands even touching. His band mates were getting ready to go on stage, but Louis, “my date”, needed to escort me to their table and sit. The ballroom was beautiful. Again, there were chandeliers, but doubled the amount. The windows were at high as the walls, which were roughly about 15 feet high. Outside the window we the moon, that was in perfect alignment to my seat. There were many tables aligned into rows, and there was a big aisle of red carpet for the Queen and the royalty.

            The tables were covered in a gold table cloths, and the center pieces were lilies, fresh from the garden.

“Do we really need to hold hands?” I said through my teeth.

“We don’t want to upset the Queen, don’t we?”

He let go off my hand and pulled out the chair for me. Like a gentlemen.

“Thank you.”

“Pleasure. I’ll be back.”

I waited until he was nowhere to be seen to wipe the smile off of my face.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Oh,” I exclaimed. Behind me was the Queen. The QUEEN OF EFF-IN’ ENGLAND. AHHH! “Oh my gosh, your majesty, I am extremely sorry!” I did a curtsey and looked at the Queens smile.

“Oh dear, I am fine. I am assuming you are Louis’ leading lady?”

How was I suppose to answer that? “Oh, um, yes.”

“Ah, splendid!” she clapped her hands together, “Oh, the show is starting. Take your seat, enjoy yourself this fine evening, umm Miss…”

“My name is Elizabeth Edwards, your majesty.”

“Ah, Miss Edwards. Now, enjoy your time here, dear.” I nodded and I let out a deep sigh. Did I really just meet the Queen? Of England. Oh My Gosh.

“Your majesty, ladies, and gentlemen. We are gathered here today at this splendid banquet for the Queen’s request. To welcome you to a fine evening, please put your hands together for UK’s leading boy band, One Direction!” said the man at the microphone on the stage.

I smiled and clapped.

“Hello, your majesty, ladies, and gentlemen. We are One Direction. The first song we are going to play is called, “Moments.”

They began to play. To my amusement, they were really good. As we got deeper and deeper into the song, my eyes started to well up. Great meaning to the song.

After they were done, I clapped. They earned it. The stepped down from the stage and gracefully walked back to my table. Louis sat next to me (typical), then the blonde one, then the one with the chocolate eyes, then the one with the curls and so on. I think their names were Niall, Zayn, Harry or Hazza, Liam.

“Okay, guys. I want to say I am so so sorry for not being here today. It was hectic. Um, I want you to meet Elizabeth Edwards, the girl I hit this morning.”

“Nice to meet you Elizabeth,” they all said in unison.

            “Nice to meet you too. Um, sorry for all the trouble,” I whispered to Louis, “Can you please drive me home now?”