the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 17 -- Tourist

MASSIVE APOLOGIES TO YOU GUYS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T UPLOADED IN FOREVER. I had some personal things to take care of, and I didn't have enough time to write. 

BUT ANYWAYS HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY ONE DIRECTION!!!!

I was in New York the whole day, because I had to run some errands with my family. Once it was 3:22 here (8:22 in England), I was at Herald Square and I was proud to say I scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY 1D on top of my lungs! Great feeling.

So this chapter is fun, but most a filler chapter. Nothing ready major! There are 3 minutes left of 7/23, I'm gonna post!

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I went upstairs of the house and checked out the rest of the house while Lou was getting my luggage out of the car, after I decided I should do it. The stairwell was one of those curved ones, laying against the wall. Once, I was upstairs there was one room to my right and three rooms to my left. I walked into the master bedroom and there laid an king sized bed with a white canopy above it. The room was colored light beige with many small paintings of lily pads and old pictures of Louis and the other boys.

There was one picture that really caught my attention. It was of Louis and the rest of the band at a beach. They were all smiling. I thought about what I caused. I broke up their friendship. I really and truly did. I saw the smiles on their faces. They were so happy. Why did I have to fall in love with Louis. There’s probably a million girls hating on me right now. I imagined myself in a fangirl’s shoes. My favorite boy band has broken up because of a girl. One stinking girl. Me. I broke their hearts. I ruined the millions of girls’ dreams of meeting all 5 of them, going to their concerts, and etc. I caused this. And I need to fix it.

I knew I was right. Because of that. I needed to make myself a twitter and I had to know what they were saying about me. Probably I’m the biggest bitch in the whole wide world, slut, skank, “wants attention”. As soon @LizAEdwards was made official on twitter, along with my nerdiness, I had to google how to use twitter. The concept was pretty straight forward, you tweet, people retweet/favorite, and then you get followers. Not so hard.

Well, I guess the first person I should follow was Louis then maybe meg. Ok no. Not Meg.

My first tweet:

@LizAEdwards: Having such a lovely time in England!

In less than a minute, I had over 1000s of retweets, favorites, and most of all, followers. To zero to forty-five thousand. Oh my lord.

My mentions were blowing up like crazy, filled with many tweets from fans saying that “Louis is so lucky to have you!” and “Liz and Lou forever!”… Even though, we never really confirmed our relationship to the press. I followed some fans, and mostly the boys, I was surprise I even spelt their names right.

A few minutes later, Louis had tweeted a picture of me, for behind, with me facing the computer.

“Look at @LizAEdwards trying to work Twitter…She used google! What a nerd! Twitpic.com/dfjghdkj #WelcomeLiz”

Well, let’s just say, #WelcomeLiz became the number 1 worldwide trending topic, and along with that, I just earned myself more followers.

“Louis! Did you seriously have to tweet that picture! I was being taught how to use twitter!”

“You have to admit, I was pretty sneaky about it.” He whispered behind my ear.

“Oh yeah. Totally normal. Well, I am a nerd, so deal with it!” I replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure, but you’re my nerd.” He kissed my cheek.

“And you’re my carrot lover.”

“But I love you more than carrots though!” he shouted.

“Oh, so I think you will love me more when I say this…up for some carrot cake?”

“Okay, I love you more than carrots now. WAY MORE.”

We ran for some grocery shopping because basically, the house was dead with no food whatsoever in the kitchen. We got everything from kitchen necessities, to the ingredients for carrot cake.

“To be honest, Liz, I never know you could cook.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lou.” Especially my thoughts.

We got our ingredients for a carrot cake, and of course Louis didn’t listen to the directions.

“Louis, put 2 cups of flour in…no that’s sugar, and your using a ¼ cup. Use the 1 cup measure, it’s easier!”

“THIS IS SO HARD!”

“Babe, this is the easy part! Just keeping trying, you’ll get better in no time!”

“As you may noticed, I’m not the very best baker.” He whimpered on my shoulder.

I patted him on the back and when he escaped the hug, his hands ran across my face with flour, and all I could see when a big dust of white.

“FUCKING LOUIS TOMLINSON! YOU DID NOT JUST START A FLOUR FIGHT!”

“YES MADAM! I DID!”

“OKAY. YOU’RE DEAD!” I ran following him across the kitchen, hiding behind the island, every once a while and using my hand to grab as many messy ingredients as possible. My hand grabbed onto a egg and I threw it at him, landing on his hair.

“YOU DID NOT JUST RUIN MY HAIR!”

“SORRY! WAIT, I MEANT TO AIM THERE!”

We chased each other around the kitchen throwing sugar, flour, eggs, etc until I heard a “AHHH” followed by a “Ouch.”

“Lou! Are you okay?” he was laying on the ground, his head against the marble floor.

“I’m fine, I just slipped on some egg.”

“I think you deserve something, because you won this fight!” I planted a kiss on him and he kissed me back , his arms around my wais, and my hands wiping the flour away from his face.

“I think my back is feeling better already.”

“I think, it time to clean this up.” I gasped at our mess. Flour was everywhere, floating in the air like smoke. Eggs were cracked on the floor, causing it to stick. The sugar and grated carrots were to blame also.

“This is gonna be a long night.”