You Deserve Better (One Direction Fan Fiction)

 

Chapter 1: Beginnings and Endings

One day left.  One day until the end of school; one day until the summer.  I honestly couldn’t have been happier.  The day after the last day, my family and my best friend’s family were off to Australia.  My bags were packed, and our flight was booked.  Just one more day.  My alarm clock went off at 6:00 AM the next morning.  For the first time in the whole school year, I hopped up, energetic and ready for the day.  The outfit I had chosen the night before was on my mannequin.  It may sound odd, but my mannequin was like a punching bag for me.  Fashion was my thing.  It soothed me.  Most people did kick boxing or ran a marathon or something, but me?  When I was angry, I cut t-shirts or put studs on jean cutoffs.  Anyway I took the clothes of the mannequin and brought them into my bathroom. A 20-minute shower was always a part of my morning routine.  Then I would blow-dry my hair, apply minimal makeup, and get dressed.

Before school I was meeting my best friend, Juliette, for iced tea and coffee.  “Juliette!” I yelled, waving her over to the table when she arrived at the small café.  We had met there every morning since year 8.  It was a quaint, quiet place.  Juliette and I were usually the only customers there, even though their tea and coffee were phenomenal.

“All packed up?” I asked.

“Almost, “ she said sighing, “It seems that all of my clothes are gone, though.  Ugh.  Australia better have loads of shops.”

“I agree!”  I replied, resting my head on my folded hands.  “Oh my god, I’m just so excited! So, when does Louis have to leave?”

“Um, we’ll see him for two days, before he has to finish the tour with the lads.”  In addition to shopping, boating, swimming, and surfing we were going to see Juliette’s cousin, Louis.  I had been really close with him before he tried out for the X-Factor, despite our age difference.  Actually there’s a story behind that.  Basically a friend of mine and his gave him a “going-away” party, and at that party I told him I loved him.  It’s quite embarrassing, honestly, because he didn’t love me back.  For the whole time he was at the X-Factor I thought about.  Everyday I would go to the pool, with Juliette, and just ponder. After lots of consideration, I concluded it wasn’t love just a close friendship.   

After Juliette finished her latte, the two of us walked to school.  We were immediately bombarded with, “Juliette! Come sign my yearbook,” or “Bea, what are your plans for holidays?”  I answered, and signed, what I could before heading off to my first class of the day.  It was my favorite class, fashion design.  We got to learn basically everything about the fashion world. The classroom had the feel of a real workshop; there were eight large, wooden desks placed in two rows facing the front.  On either side of each desk was a mannequin, and the walls were lined with fabrics and tools.  It was possibly the only classroom in my whole school they had actually tried to make nice.   I took my seat and continued to drink my tea before the teacher started class.  Truthfully the rest of the day was a blur.  Juliette and I met up at the front steps once the madness was over.  

“That was stressful,” she said simply.  

“Honestly!” I agreed.  My day was filled with returned work and promises to make plans, “Oh and my hand hurts like hell.”

“So true!” Juliette said, laughing.  I wouldn’t consider myself popular, Juliette and I just had a lot of friends.  We were the nice kids, I guess you could say.  Our homes were just a ten minute walk from school.  The walk was gorgeous, for we walked through a little park.  In the fall bright leaves scattered the sidewalk, and during the spring small, pastel-colored flowers sprouted up in the cracks.  It was already 5:30 when we arrived in their neighborhood, as it had been necessary to stop at the pharmacy for shampoo, conditioner, and plenty of magazines for the trip.  “Ugh, I have to go finish packing! Mum wants to take us out for a ‘celebratory dinner.’”  I said before jetting up to my room.  I wanted to make at least one new outfit before we went “down under,” and I had already planned it in my head.  

The final product was okay.  I quickly took a picture and sent it to Juliette saying:  Plane outfit?  Miss you much and can’t wait for our adventure! xx

At 5:30 the next morning my alarm went off.  Unlike the morning before, it took me 30 minutes to get out of bed and into the shower.  Slowly I put on her new outfit, grabbed my bag, and walked down the hall.  “Adam! Get out of bed!” I said, pounding on my older brother’s door.  “Mom! I’m ready!”

I went downstairs and into the kitchen where my mom was waiting.  “Tea?” she  said, placing a large, steaming mug in my hands.  

“You’re the best!” I thanked her, “ADAM! We’re going to be late!”  

Finally Adam entered the kitchen and we managed to leave the house, 20 minutes late.  The Tomlinson-Dares were already waiting near our driveway.  I immediately ran up to Juliette, whowas already squealing.  “Best. Summer. Ever!”  she yelled, throwing her arms in the air.

“Juliette! Be quiet.. Not everyone’s up at this ungodly hour,” Juliette’s dramatic sister, Rosie, said.

“Oh shut up,” Juliette replied.  The two sisters continued bickering as we entered the taxi.  

Fortunately the whole crew was able to pass through security very quickly, and we arrived at the gate just as the flight attendants began to announce the flight.  The duration of the flight was incredibly long, 22 hours to be exact.  By the end all I wanted to do was jump and stretch my arms.  “Juliette, wake up!” I said, gently shaking my friend, “We’re here!”  Her eyes gleamed with excitement.  Although I was worried about seeing Louis, I knew the trip was guaranteed to be memorable.  “Louis is at the airport,” Juliette said, as she scrolled through her texts.  “Selfie time?”  Juliette was ALWAYS on instagram. Either she was posting pictures of her morning lattés or selfies taken during lunch.  

“Okay, fine, but not too many pictures this trip.. Okay?”  I pleaded.  After 20 minutes of waiting, we were able to leave the plane and enter the crowded Sydney Airport.  Louis was waiting, he had somehow managed to pass security. “Juliette! Rosie!” he yelled, embracing his cousins, “Adam, how are you man?” Louis said, patting his old friend on the back.  “Bea!”