the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 12 -- Adventures

We actually got to know each other. I knew I was extremely prejudice about him but he’s actually a nice person. He wasn’t a bit mad about the band kicking him out. Even though it was completely my fault. He liked to write poetry. Noooo…really? Because his writings in that journal was complete gibberish. He’s actually really down to Earth. But he’s not my type at all.

            He says he has dreams of going to the Uni to major in Poetry. During his lifeline in One Direction, he actually wrote a song called “Stand Up” but his band mates though it wasn’t good enough and it wouldn’t make the charts.

            I talked about my life too. And how Meg was clearly obsessed with One Direction, my Mum, and my friends. But I didn’t have the guts to tell him about my father. It was too soon and I just didn’t trust him. We were still sitting against the wall, our butts numb from the marble flooring. He was still a mess; and he was close to being sober. I can tell he was a bit woozy so I got him some tea. He preferred Yorkshire Tea, so I had to call room service to bring some up. It would’ve been more meaningful if I had made it. Totally ruined the moment.

            After sipping his tea, he decided to go change into some clothing. I decide to wash in the bathroom because my eyes were getting dry from all the crying. My contacts fell out, so I didn’t bother putting back in, so I just put on my glasses. My glasses were red, square and cute, according to Elizabeth’s Fashion, but according to Meg, that’s a different story.

            I walked out of his room and he sporting some dark rimmed glasses, a navy blue Yale sweatshirt, tan trousers, and gray toms.

            “Wow, you look stylish.” I said, checking him out.

            “You’re wearing glasses? And oh, this?” He pointed to his outfit, “This is a disguise. I can go out looking like ‘Louis Tomlinson”.

            “You’re going out?” I said with my eyebrows rising.

            “Yeah, of course, showing my new friend, Elizabeth around my London.”

            “What? NO NO NO NO! I can’t afford getting caught hang out with you! What about the paparazzi?”

            “Who cares? I’m in disguise. They will never recognize me. See these glasses? They’re magical.”

            He was right, I barely noticed him, but his eyes gave him away.

            “You need sunglasses.”

            As we were walking along the busy streets of London, I was surprised no one noticed Louis. Huh, I guess his sunglasses did work.

            I bought my camera with me so this time I took a lot of pictures. We took a trolley to Big Ben and the London Eye. The view was phenomenal and I could see everything. The people beneath us were like specks of ants walking around. He pointed some landmarks beside me and he tried to put his arm around my shoulder, but I shrugged out of his grip because I think he was trying too hard. He paid for almost everything even though I insisted in paying for it because this time I bought my wallet with me. Har-har.

            I wanted to go shopping and of course he didn’t hesitate. He issued that he needed more clothes that the One Direction Louis wouldn’t wear. So no braces, and stripes for him. I said he can’t wear Toms either, but he said he cannot resist not wearing them anymore. We stopped by Forever 21 first, and to my amusement, very few people were there.

            I saw a red blazer that I instantly fell in love with and I completely ran to it. While running like a maniac, I tripped on what I assumed to be a clothes rack, but in reality, it was a foot.

            I fell down to my knees, and I can feel my skin ripping off.

            “Ow.” I said.

            “Oh gosh, are you okay?” said an familiar voice. No. This isn’t happening. 

Last chapter until next Saturday!!!