All Your Little Things

Chapter 2- London Bound

2 Weeks Later

Elizabeth

It had been two weeks since I had made that encounter with One Direction. Of course, I probably should have contacted Niall, who had given me his number for when we got to London, but I did not want to waste my time.

I had no doubt in my mind that Niall was an absolute sweetheart, but at the same time, I'm no Eleanor or Isabelle or Perrie. I'm just me. I didn't think I was special enough. I didn't want to get hurt by the industry.

But life goes on. I had my damn job, and so did Ali. We had both settled into our apartment and gotten ready with our work. We had such easy jobs, going in on weekdays to teach the classes

We both loved London. It was exciting, and fun. Everyone was great and we loved the fashion and the food.

I took my mocha from the Starbucks barista and walked out the door. I had on a cream sleeveless blouse with a Peter Pan collar, black pleated skirt and black three-inch heels. My hair was pulled into a bun. the wind hit my cheeks.

"Hey! Remember me?" I heard an Irish accent say, and I peaked out of the corner of my eye to see Niall Horan walking alongside me.

"It's quite hard to forget meeting Niall Horan and the rest of One Direction. How long have you been following me?"

"I wasn't!"

"You just showed up right next to me?"

"Love, hate to break it to you, but SYCO is right across the street. I just left the studio, saw you walking along the street. Couldn't pass it up."

"Well, I guess you're not a stalker, then?" I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"Well, when did you get here?"

"About a week and a half ago."

"Well, do you remember that I gave you my number?" He said, and I sipped my Starbucks.

"Yes," I stopped and turned to him. "Niall, yes, I remember."

"Then, why didn't you call? We loved hanging out with you. All of the boys did. We wanted to see you again."

"Niall, it's just. Ali and I, we're nobody special. We figured you wouldn't be wasting time with two American girls. You've got a lot more girls chasing after you, and they're much more interesting."

"I don't care. We all want to see you again. How about dinner?" He asked excitedly. I sighed. I really did not want to get involved with One Direction.

Any other fan would know what I mean. As much as I want to be their friends, I really did not want to deal with everything that came with it. The hate, constant questioning from fans and assumptions. But then there was the fun and laughter. Damn it, I thought. It was worth it.

"Um, yea, sure. Why don't all of you come over for dinner at our apartment tonight? I'll text you the address."

"Sure, sounds great! See you tonight!" He waved and began to walk away. I waved, as well.

I basically raced home. "ALI! ALI!"

"What? What's wrong?" She emerged from the front hall.

"One Direction is coming over for dinner. In like three hours!"

"SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT." She said, and we began scrambling to get ready.

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Three hours later, Ali and I had cooked a delicious dinner, ready to be served. The last table setting was set down as the doorbell rang.

"I've got it!" Ali said. I continued stirring  some of the pasta side dish I had made.I turned on L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. I swayed to the music and kicked off my heels. I sang along.