"Crap. I have to be somewhere in like… 4 days." The irish boy said.
"And I have a wedding to attend."
"You don’t get it, it’s actually quite a big deal."
"You don’t either so we’re both equal."
"Listen girl-"
"Lauren." I interrupted.
"Whatever, Lauren. Have you been living under a rock or do you not have any access to internet or cable?"
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"I’m Niall from One Direction and I need my clothes because tour in London is in 4 days."
"Oh…" I said. "Wait, you’re famous. That means you’re rich. I’m sure you can buy a whole 4 days of clothing."
"It’s not easy Lauren. Where are you?"
"I’m in Los Angeles, California."
"For a wedding? Why all the way there?!"
"Same question I asked myself." I huffed.
"How about this, I book a flight in like two days and we can switch suitcases." He suggested.
"Then what do I do for two days?!"
"That’s your problem, not mine." He chuckled slightly. Asshole.
"Fine, can you just tell me what’s in the suitcase so we can both clarify that it’s mine." I sighed.
"Okay well uh… A huge camera, I think this is a gift. A journal? Heels. Converse. A dress. Some shirts, pants, panties." He laughs as I roll my eyes.
"You’re such a fucking child. Continue."
"Bras, this circle wand thing that girls use to damage hair-"
"Curling iron…" I said.
"Make up, and a box of… ew what the fuck." Tampons? Yeah…
"Okay you little child, not sure if you’re going to be busy with whatever you’re going to do since tour is starting, but I really need you to text me as much as you can. This wedding is in a week and we have practice in about 3 days and I need you to keep that dress safe where it is. I don’t want you touching any of my things because it’s personal and I don’t even know you."
"Okay, okay. I’ll just text you everything later."
He hangs up and all I do is groan into my pillow for minutes and minutes. It was then interrupted by my phone vibrating multiple times. I read the text messages by my best friend.
"Hey Lauren, landed yet? It’s been over 10 hours, wanting to make sure you’re fine, getting a bit worried for you. In loads of problems that I really want to tell you about the wedding. Text soon. x"
She’s not the only one.
I felt super frustrated at this point. My bag that’s all the way back home with someone I don’t even know might be searching through my things. My best friend’s wedding is in a week and if he isn’t going to find the time to give my precious things back, hell, even my valuable items, he won’t be able to get his suitcase.
Then you can think about it again; he’s famous. He doesn’t really care. He can do possibly anything to my things with me being across the world.
"Lauren, please text me soon. Him and I had an argument about the wedding, and we might be scheduling the wedding in about 3 days. x"
Oh no. Bad news. Real bad news. If Niall doesn’t schedule that bloody plane ticket before 3 days, I’m screwed.
