Meant To Be 26:
I woke up the next day, then looked at my clock. "Oh no." I groaned. I had woken up too late to make breakfast! Everyone counted on me to make breakfast, because I was the best cook. My dad had been a chef for a restaurant in New York, and he had taught me all his tricks before dying. I threw on Harry's sweatshirt again, and ran out into the dining room. "Oh." I said surprisingly as I saw everyone was eating. "Sorry." Harry said. "I forgot to wake you up, so Alicia volunteered to make breakfast." "Oh." I said again. "I hope you don't mind, Ashley." Alicia said sweetly. I nodded then sat down and started eating. "Wow Alicia!" Niall said. "You're a brilliant cook! Almost as good as Layla." He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Better then, actually." Louis said, and I frowned. I finished my food and started coughing slightly. I grabbed my water and chugged. Then I started coughing more loudly, and my throat felt like it was closing. "Are you okay, love?" Harry asked me. "I. Kay" I said between coughs. Suddenly no air was going between my air shafts, and I gasped. "Air!" I coughed out, then felt my head go light. "Get Paul!" Harry yelled, and I felt someone's hands on my back. Then everything went black.
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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...
