the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 9 -- Familiar Sounds

A/N: I know my responce in Louis' "journal" is extremely cheesy. I'm no Shakespeare! But I do praise him! Hope you like this chapter!

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Suite 686. His suite was abnormally huge for one person, well actually 2 people. It was probably normal for him.

            He opened the door to his suite and my eyes couldn’t believe what they are witnessing. It was huge. I walked in into the foyer. There were 3 beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As I walked in straight, I saw the window was as tall as the wall. It was actually the door to the balcony that opened to the city lights of London. To the right was his room and to the right was a ‘spare’. We each had our separate doors to our rooms, so we wouldn’t be able to see each other that much.

            “You have a spare room?”

            “Yeah, the management does that a lot,” he looked at me, “So, um. You play guitar?”

            “Yeah, I just do some covers, nothing special.”

            “Oh, hey, I have to go downstairs and get a key for you. Okay? Um, just look around the suite. If you like a place that interests you, then it’s yours. Make yourself at home.” He winked at me.

            I couldn’t feel my legs. I murmured out “Okay.”

            Once he was out the door, I did explore a little. I was a bit nosy at the time. There were fresh flowers on the table in a flower vase, more chandeliers, and millions of fan letters on the table. I opened the door to ‘my’ room. Right in the center of it was a king size bed, much large than the twin beds we had back home. I put my guitar against the wall and my notes and lyrics on the nightstand. Meg is so going to regret leaving me. Right then and there, my got a text. From Meg.

            “Going our separate ways. I need to find One Direction and you need to go explore the UK. If there is any emergency just call me. Meet you back at the airport in August! Love you, xoxo Meg.”

            Did she really just say that? So I’m alone. For the whole summer. Okay… What am I suppose to do? Well, I have the money. I could find Meg…But I thought about have some fun and meeting new people. And I can go to that museum that I really want to go to. Okay, Meg. Whatever you say.

            Where was I? Oh right, my ‘room’. The lights were dimmed, which I loved, there was a desk in there that I really liked. Darn it I could’ve bought my diary here. Damn it. There was a iHome next the bed on a small nightstand. The bedsheets were as soft as feathers and I felt curious. I quickly tiptoed to his room. Messy, like a regular boy’s room. But one thing caught my eye. On the table, there was a journal of some sort. Maybe a book. It had a leather protector and I opened it. 

            I read: “Across the room I shall see her. Look right into my blue eyes and into her hazel ones. One gaze, she will be blown away. I lay my hand across her heart, hearing every single pump of blood go through her body. Her body as if it were a goddess’. Marble, pale, and soft as a feather. As if I could just—”

            “Ermm…” he cleared his throat.

            That scared me. “Oh! Gosh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I-I—”

            “It’s fine.” He took the book from my hand.

            “It was beautiful.” I said.

            “What was?”

            “That poem you wrote.”

            “Are you kidding? It’s complete rubbish.” That was most rubbish thing I ever heard.

            “Trust me, I am a English Major. And it was really good.”

            “Well, thanks.” He looked shy with a tint of blush on his face.

            “Are a avid poet? Because I’m actually a poet myself too. I applied to the University here in London and the only reason my Mum sent me here was to explore London and the UK.”

            “What about your sister? Why is she here?”

            “For your band.” I sighed, “I mean for One Direction. She’s obsessed with them.”

            “And she does have good taste…”

            “Oh shut up!” I punched him in the arm. Wow, that was hard. He had muscles.

            Awkward silence. I stood up. I really should go to sleep.

            “Um. I should go sleep. Um…good night.”

            “Good night,” he repeated, “Oh! Wait,” he pulled out a room key from his pocket.

            “Oh right. Thanks, I’ll promise I won’t get in your way. Trust me, no one will see me with you again.”

            I walked back to my room in silence.