My Lucky Star (One Direction Affection: Book 2)

9: Just You and Me

♧ 9: Just Me and You ♣

8/3/2012

Okay, since the last time I wrote in you, it's safe to say that my life pretty much took a 180 degree turn.

Andrew? Gone. Jessica? Ka-put. Job? See ya! Apartment? I don't think so! Dignity? Hanging on by a small thread.

I know, can someone say Worst Day Ever? However, it all wasn't that bad. I mean, yeah I lost all that, but when Niall Horan almost ran me over, that was the best thing that could've happened to me. No, I'm not going all suicidal; but I mean that now, rather than living on a park bench, I'm living in a spare room at One Direction's flat. 

Never thought that'd happen.

I mean, just last night we had a sleepover. Although, I really wouldn't call it a sleepover since everyone that attended pretty much lives there; except Eleanor and Trinity. But regardless, it was a great night. Even if Trinity Drake, the Queen of Eye Goop, was in attendance. 

I mean, ice cream sundaes, hide-and-seek in the dark, and a failed attempt at charades? It was great! I mean, who can say that she caught Louis Tomlinson planking on the TV set? This girl! Who else can say she spent the night with One Direction and survived? Maddy Green, that's who!

Well, I almost survived. Considering that Trinity caught Niall and I in bed together. Although, we weren't 'in bed' in bed, we were laying next to each other, staring at his starless ceiling. But in Trinity's eyes, it's all the same, so she left early from the sleepover after that round. She said it was because her manager needed her for something, but I doubt that. What manager calls at midnight? Unless she's sleeping with him; which I actually wouldn't doubt.

After she left, it was all smooth sailing for me. It wasn't even awkward between Niall and I, which I was actually thankful for. We continued with the night as if it really was nothing.

You know, for famous dudes, they are all so down to earth. Like, Liam? Your typical all around good guy. He takes care of everyone and I can tell he loves his girlfriend, although I haven't met her yet. After hide and seek, he spent hours on the phone with her. I remember Paige saying something about her being in another country for something or another. I don't know. These famous people travel as much as I change underwear. I swear. Oh! And he for some reason can't use spoons. Maybe he's allergic?...to spoons?

And Harry? He's not nearly as bad as the tabloids pin him to be. I mean, I don't see the cougar chasing, womanizing guy that is always in the papers. But, I guess we can thank his girlfriend Paige, who is actually super nice as well. Harry should hold onto her. Or else Eleanor will take her!

And Zayn? Well, besides ratting me out to Niall that I'm poor, he's a good guy. He means well. Now to mention he has great taste in music! And fluffy hair. Who doesn't like fluffy hair?

And Louis? I don't even know what to say about that kid. But when I think of him, I think of my Tommo Tour. And TV planking! It should be a new Olympic event just for him. He'd take gold for sure! Do England proud, LT!

And, of course, Niall.

Food. Trinity Drake. And near death experiences. That's what I'll remember him for. Although, personally, I'd much rather remember him for his love of food, but I can't always get what I want. I honestly don't know what to think about him right now. He'd be perfect if it weren't for the fact that he has one hundred and fifteen pounds of auto tuned singer glued to his side. But, whatever. 

That's life. And right now, I can't tell if I'm picking myself up or eating the dirt still.

With a sigh, I close my journal, clicking my pen closed as I finish writing my new entry. Pushing my book off to the side, I grab my bowl of cereal and scoop my spoon into the bowl. Doing this makes me think of Liam. How the hell does that boy eat cereal? The milk will just spill through and who likes to eat cereal with just the cereal bits? No one!