Louis' POV
It had been a week since we left, and we had listened to Leera's show every day. We were currently in Miami, Florida. And we had been having an awesome time. Awesome gigs, earsplitting fans, creepy gay dudes that like us, and Starbucks, lots of Starbucks.
Niall was upset because he was so, and I quote, "Nandos deprived." Unquote. Poor Niall, no Nandos in America.
We had video chatted with Leera TONS. And at the moment I was searching for Harry.
"Harry?! Where are you?!" I shouted, running around the hotel room. He was really good at hiding, he hadn't even left the room and I couldn't find him.
I walked across a pile of blankets on the floor. Suddenly, the pile of blankets started screaming. "Oh my goodness! HARRY! I'M SO SORRY!!!" I screamed, falling to my knees. Harry was crying, I hugged him and apologized over and over, he started laughing uncontrollably. Turns out, he was fake crying. I'm so gullible. I glared at him. After a bit, we were both laughing, holding on to each other, sides hurting due to laughter.
"AWWW, Larry Stylinson! You don't see much of it anymore!" Niall laughed. (A/N: How I miss all the Larry Stylinson...*sigh*)
I stood up, recovering from laugh attack. "Y'all shut up..." Liam said in a high pitched voice, turning up the radio. Leera!!!!
"Hey mah peeps, it's Leera, and you're listening to GraphicPop!" Her voice sounded. "Remember you can call in any time to request a song..." I could tell she was grinning. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. "Hello? Leera loves yah..." She answered. "LOUIS LOVES YOU TOO!" I shouted.
"Louis?! Is that really you?!" She shouted. "Yah know it!" I grinned.
"Everyone, my bestay Louis Tommo Tomlinson!" She laughed. "Play Wonderwall for me!" I smiled. "Okay...Thanks Lou, love yah..." She hung up, and played the song. The five of us randomly swayed to the music.
Harry kneeled in front of me and mouthed the lyrics, dramatically holding his arms out wide. I pretended to be surprised and flattered. "OH HARRY!" I said in a girly voice once the song ended, jumping into his lap.
"Oh Lou, I love you..." He laughed. "I love you too Hazza..." I said, smiling. Then, I stood up, and listened to the rest of Leera's show.
~*~*~*~
Fast forward two months!
Leera's POV
I had been doing the show for about two months now, and it's popularity had nearly tripled.
Magic touch.
I sat on my bed, messing around on my laptop. Mr.Mujajo was sleeping on my pillow. It was Saturday, so, no show for today!
Monday through Friday I am very busy. But now, I'm allowed to take Jo to work. Work is a lot of fun!
Suddenly, my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered, looking through Facebook. "Hey Leera, sorry to bother you, but, um, there's someone at the studio who wants to talk to you. Can you come in?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, hey! And sure!" I smiled. "I'll be there in a few!" I hung up and headed for my closet. I settled on dark skinny jeans, ugg boots, and a pink and white striped shirt. I lightly curled my hair, and ran out the door.
~*~*~*~
I walked into the studio. There stood Rachel next to a strange man in a suit. He had blond hair, and dark brown eyes.
"I'll leave you to your business..." Rachel smiled and walked out. "Hello, my name is Wes Podmen." He said, extending a hand. "Leera Plumer..." I said, shaking his hand.
"Let's get down to business..." He started, but I cut him off. "TO DEFEAT, THE HUNS!" I sang. He blinked, and smirked. "So, you're eighteen?" He asked, looking me up and down. "Yeah....And, I have a cat..." I said. "I'm here on behalf of the entire GraphicPop family..." He said. "Wait, family? You mean there's more GraphicPop?" I asked. "There's GraphicPop all over the world." He said.
Hmm, you learn something new every day.
"And we would like you to host your own TV show..." He said, catching me off guard.
"Wait, seriously?!" I shouted. "Yes, and your co-host has already been picked...But, you are the main one.." He said. "Who's my co-host?" I asked. "You'll meet her if you accept the job..." He said.
"What? I can't just leave Rachel..." I said, shaking my head. "She already knows, and she has already been offered a big job for management on the show..." He explained. "Okay...Then, I'll take it." I said.
He nodded, and handed me a paper, and told me where to sign.
He gave me some striking news.
I headed home to tell Jo. Yes, I tell my cat the events of my life...
She was seated on the couch when I walked in. "Hey Jo..." I smiled, she came and rubbed against my legs. I picked her up and sat on the couch, setting her in my lap.
"So, my darling..." I began, stroking her between the ears. "We are moving to London...next week..." I gave a hopeful smile. Her eyes widened. Then she flicked her tail in approval.
I turned on my laptop, and called Louis on Skype. I looked at myself in the webcam, being bored. Suddenly, Louis appeared on the screen. "Hi Leera!" He grinned. "Hey buddy...." I wiggled my eyebrows. "Anyway, I'm...I'm moving, to London...next week..." I got straight to the point.
He blinked. "Oh alright..." Louis said, still processing it. "They have apparently got me a fancy penthouse view apartment.." I smiled. "Who's they?" He asked.
"My work..." I said, and explained the new job and all that. "You have to come see me, every day." He said. "Oh yes! You guys live in London!" I grinned.
"We do?" Louis asked. "Oh yeah! We do!" He smiled. I laughed.
"You should have come on tour with us, it was grand." He said. "It was? Oh yeah! It was!" I said, playing dumb. He fake frowned.
"Well, I gotta go, we are going to Jack Wills!" He said, fist pumping. "Okay! Bye Lou. Love yah." I said in a Jersey girl accent. "Kiss kiss!" Louis laughed, and we did that weird air kiss to both sides thing.
After we got off, I got on Twitter.
"London, here I come! ;)" I posted.
@Allison_With_Cheese: "OMG! Leera is coming to London!"
@RedandBlue_Purple: "HOLY CRAP, le faint..."
I laughed at these. I love being this popular on Twitter.
After watching TV with Jo for a while, I got on Google and looked up Louis Tomlinson. I was bored.
I clicked news.
It felt like my heart ripped in two. There were pictures of Louis with his arm around a blond girl's waist, Starbucks in hand. The next picture was his lips pressed to her cheek.
I checked to make sure the pictures were recent. They were from two days ago.
I felt complete and total betrayal/jealousy.
I slammed my laptop closed quickly, and tears came to my eyes. I quickly wiped them away.
Trying to get my mind off it, I started packing all my stuff.
I couldn't believe Louis. What a freaking liar.
