Meant To Be 7: "Hey girls!" A Irish voice said. Gigi turned an screamed. "Ohmygod it's Niall!" She yelled. He hugged her, and she practically fainted. "I'm supposed to bring you back to the hotel. Then we are going to go party!" He said. We followed him to a limo, complete with a mini bar, a flat screen tv, and a snack fridge. "So." Niall started. "Aren't you guys... Something." He said, eyeing our bare legs, teased hair, and smokey eyes. "Thanks!" I said, and flashed him a toothy smile. "I'm Layla." I said. "Nice to meet you, Layla!" He said, smiling. "And you are?" He asked Gigi. She blushed and mumbled "I'm Gigi." "And I'm Juliet." Juliet said, waving. He laughed. "You guys are so funny." "Thanks!" Juliet and I said together. We laughed and swatted each other. "J, you're so weird." Suddenly, the limo stopped, and we all lurched forward. "Whats happening?" I asked Niall, and he shrugged. I opened the sun room, and looked out at London at night. The city sparkled and shone like it was covered in glitter. Juliet popped up next to me, along with Gigi. "Whoa." Juliet breathed. "Yeah." I agreed. "It's beautiful, right ladies?" Niall said from down below. I plopped back into my seat. "How much longer?" I asked Niall. "A couple of minutes. 30, tops." I opened the mini fridge and got a bag of popcorn and a Dr Pepper. I gobbled it right up, then reapplied my red lipstick and grinned. A few minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. I saw Harry and the boys standing in front of the hotel, and I stiffened. I was about to meet Harry!
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...