Pour Some Sugar On Me {Harry Styles Fan Fic Or Not?}

Chapter 9

I woke up to the irritatingly shrill noise of my ringtone. I rolled over and grabbed my phone off of the nightstand. Pressing the accept button, I muttered, "Hulloo?"

The voice I heard at the other end of the line was not a voice I wanted to hear at 5 in the morning. "Lexi!! You need to wake up now!!" Louis screamed into my ear.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Louis William Tomlinson, I swear to God if this is not important I am going to kill you."

I heard him chuckling at my empty threat then I heard someone smack him. I smiled to myself at the justice of it. "Oh yeah.. Anyways you have to get up and pack now! We leave in 2 and a half hours for the airport!! Love you, bye!!!" He spoke quickly and with urgency then hung up.

I stared confused at my phone for a few moments as Louis' words registered in my foggy mind. I bolted out of bed murmuring, "Shit shit shit..."

I only had a short amount of time to be ready. Grabbing my towel on the way, I ran into my bathroom and into my shower. The cold water shocked my body into waking up. I washed myself in record time, shaved quickly but carefully, and cleaned my hair. Hopping out, I dried off then wrapped the towel around my hair. I jogged into my ensuite closet. After pulling on some undergarments, I changed into a pair of black leggings, and a long white Rolling Stones tank top. I slipped into my grey TOMS. It was a stretch, but I managed to reach my green with white polka dot suitcase. I set it down on my bed and thought about what I needed to bring. I grabbed a couple handfuls of bras and underwear then stuffed them into my bag. I packed in plenty of different pairs of skinny jeans and tops. I shoved in a couple hoodies then packed in my shoes. After that, I packed anything else I would need. I sighed with a sense of accomplishment. I tugged my towel off my head then placed it on the drying rack in the bathroom. After throwing my hair into a sloppy bun, I snatched up my phone from where it lay. I called the only guy I trusted with my car and that I knew could ship my car anywhere in the world in a day. After two rings he picked up. His groggy voice on the other end told me that I had woken him up. "Hello?..." He asked sleepily.

I smiled a little to myself, because I haven't talked to him in ages. "Eddie, I need your help! Like pronto." I tell him.

I can hear him shuffling out of his bed the the sound of his belt clinking. I guessed that he was putting some pants on. "What is it? What do you need, Lex?" He sounded more awake and slightly alarmed.

Glancing at my clock, I could see that I still had 45 minutes before the guys would be here. "Meet me in my garage in five minutes and hurry."

I hit end on the call then jogged downstairs. After having to sift through several drawers, I finally found my keys. I grabbed them then made my way into the garage. While waiting for Eddie, I sat on the hood of my car then laid down against it. Long story short, I love my car... A lot. After a couple minutes, I heard one of the garage doors open up. I sat up and saw a half naked Eddie walking up to me. Eddie and his family moved here from Mexico City, Mexico. He speaks fluent English now, but throws some Spanish words into his sentences from time to time. Eddie was well built and had perfectly tanned skin. His pitch black hair just reached his glowing chocolate brown eyes. The ladies loved him. Eddie and I became super close after I moved back here from Tokyo. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. We didn't keep secrets from each other no matter how gruesome. Eddie had a simple but large tattoo in the top of his right arm. He also had an outline of a star tattooed on the back of his hand just between his thumb and finger. Eddie and I are closer than Erika and I are. He came and sat down next to me on the hood of my car. "What in the name of dios mios is so important this early in the morning, mamacita?" He asked.

Eddie knew everything there is to know about cars and about shipping them to different places quickly. Whenever there was something wrong with my car, he would fix it for me. Eddie had been teaching me everything he knows about cars. "I need to have my baby shipped out to Tokyo as fast as possible." I told him.