I was packing my bag to go back to Virginia Beach, and I was trying my hardest not to cry. I had bonded so well with my five best friends over the summer of 2011 and now we were all going our seprate ways. The five of them back to London to continue what they do best- record, sell, and sing their albums. Then boring ol' me, back to the States to dance.
"Ellie. Please. Come to London with us. You'll love it there. Just please don't leave us." The boy I grew up with was begging me to stay, but I just couldn't, it was too much. Lou Tommo was pleading with me for the umpteenth time since I told the I was staying in the States, but I was going home.
"Lou. I can't. I-I have to go home. Dancing to me is like singing to you. It's what I do, and what I do best. I'm-I....I'm sorry, I promise we'll text, call, write and Skype as much as we can. There's no way I could forget amazing people like the five of you." I was now speaking to all of them, the rest of the boys were standing in the doorway listening to my goodbye. "I really and truly will miss all of you." Then there were no more words, we were hugging and crying and saying our final goodbyes. When we were done, I hiked my bag up on my shoulder and walked down the stairs, to my old Voltswaggen Beetle, and started my journey home.
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Summer Love (Harry Styles)
FanfictionWhen Ellie is begged by her childhood bestfriend, Lou, to spend the summer with him and his band, One Direction, at a local beach house, will love blossom? Or will Ellie stay single and just have the world's biggest boyband to call her bestfriends?
