Something Great || One Direction

THREE

Isabella

5 Years Ago

Scarlet and Samantha were so glad to accompany me to the O2 Arena to meet this mysterious Louis person and return the phone to this Liam person. They were both going out of their minds, trying to really point out that this could be 2/4 of One Direction, which I strongly disagreed. It is just going to be a huge coincidence.

I got a caller earlier this morning that I, I mean we, were to meet them at the backstage entrance of the arena. That alone really strengthen my cousins' claims. Now we are outside the entrance waiting for Louis to call Liam's phone that we are already outside. We waited  for at least 30 minutes before the phone vibrated and I immediately answered it.

"Hey, we've been waiting for like half an hour." I said into the phone not bothering to greet nor hear a greeting from the other end. "I just need my phone back and I know your friends needs his too."

"Okay. Sorry." Was all he could managed. "I've asked someone to assist you into the venue so I could get Liam's phone and return yours."

"Good!" I said and ended the call. I'm just really pissed, okay? We've been waiting. And in that 30 minutes, Scarlet and Samantha ran to Starbucks to get us our much needed coffee.

"What did he say?" Scarlet said as I returned the phone back to my coat pocket and took a sip of my latte.

"Someone's doing to assist us. Any minute now." I said as I tap my foot on the pavement, staring at the door to open and finally let us in.

I know by those words from my mouth out, my cousins has now pieced everything together, making their claims stronger than it was 30 minutes ago.  I can hear them murmur to each other and I tried to just ignore their chatters. I just want this to be done and over with, so I could get excited to meet One Direction tomorrow.

The door finally opened and we were assisted inside.

"Mr. Tomlinson is waiting for you at his dressing area." He said as he assisted as along the complicated hallways.

I was loosing my mind as he said those two words. I know Sam and Scarlet are too. But I know for sure that they are holding their squeals back to not create any chaos.

Could it really be Louis Tomlinson? Could this phone be really Liam Payne's?

But what was he doing at the airport if reports says that they have been in London for a week already, preparing this leg of the tour.

As I was trying to piece out everything in my mind, I didn't realize we were already motioned to enter a room.  And there right in front of us is the real and living Louis William Tomlinson.

I was frozen in place. I couldn't believe this. I am actually facing Louis and he is just mere inches away from me.

"Hi. You must be..." He said pulling me out of my reverie.

"Izzy." Was all I managed to say as I stood there still frozen.

"Izzy." He continued. "I'm really sorry for making you wait earlier. We were just had our final sound check before tomorrow's show." He added.

"It's no worries, Louis." I said finally snapping out of it because I can feel Scarlet and Samantha frozen behind me. I felt their tight grasp around my arm as Louis talks.

As I said that, he pulled out my rainbow cased phone and handed it to me. "I believe this is yours." He said.

"Thank you." As I grab my phone from him and then fished out Liam's phone from my coat pocket. "Here is the phone, in one piece."

He took it from me and said his thanks.

Then dedicated to say, "we better leave, we still need to prepare for the show tomorrow." And pulled Scarlet and Samantha out of the door. They were still at lost of words and I could let him see them this star strucked.

"Wait!" Louis called after us. "What show tomorrow?"

"Yours." Was all I said and smiled as I pulled my cousins back to this confusing hallway and out of the arena.

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"Izzy!" I was pulled out of my reverie with Sam calling my name. I looked at her with a puzzled look. "Let me show you to your room. I started decorating it as soon as I got your email that you're coming here for a job interview. I don't know if you have already grown out of your style but I tried my best."

"Sam, you didn't have to. I have the time to fix it myself. The interview is not in two weeks." I said as she lead me to the left most of the flat, where I can see three doors.

She lead me to the leftmost door and opened it for me. I was at awed. The room was indeed fully decorated with everything I love.

The walls were painted white with an accent wall in gray, where my head board lays. The pillows and duvet cover was in a cream color that I adore so much. She even placed two two throw pillow in mustard yellow and a throw blanket in the same color. The curtains up matches the accent walls so well, bringing it all together beautifully.

The room is not huge, but it was the perfect size for me.

"This is amazing, Sam." I said at a lost of words. "This is still my style and it's perfect." I gave her a very tight hug.

"Glad you loved it, Izzy." She said. "I'll leave you at it and make yourself at home." Samantha said as we pulled away from the hug and exited the room, which is now my room.

Once Sam was out, I decided to unpack my luggage because this the first step in feeling at home.  In less than an hour I got all my things settled.  I didn't bring a ton load of things because the longer I stay here, I'll surely accumulate things along the way. 

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Oh, hello there! I've been really in the mood to write this book (know that I'm writing this as I upload it, so no prior editing was made) despite how sick I was a few days ago. But all is well and now it's time to tackle this book. I managed to write a few chapters last night though. All the HeautifulHarries trend last night inspired me. And just to let you know, despite all the news we got in the fandom these past couple days, I hope it's not letting you down. I'm still very hopeful but still just expecting the worst.

Anyway, let me know your thoughts about this book. I know it sounds too vague right now. But I hope you're intrigued and excited, as I am.

See you on the next chapter.

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Love, Kelz 💕

written: 04•21•2020
published: 05•01•2020