Ninas London (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 2

A/N: Yay! Chapter two is here ((: enjoy! Make sure to vote and comment please! It would mean a lot to know you guys like this (:  

-C.M 

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"Gaaaah!" I screech as I trip over my shopping bags, sending myself flailing onto my bed. Caitlin comes stumbling after, cackling at me. She has a hard time seeing her surroundings over her huge handful of shopping bags, though, and her hip bangs into the corner of my desk. Her laughter immediately ceases and she howls in pain. "OWW!"

"Uummm, karma!" I say, righting myself up and gathering my bags. It was a successful shopping day; Caitlin and I had both checked off every last item on our shopping lists. For me, this meant new dark wash jeggings, a grey 'granny' cardigan (they're comfy, don't hate,) a mint button-up blouse, a black body con skirt, a pair of black lacy tights, plain nude heels, and a feminine version of the boys' notorious grey beanie. My empty wallet leaves me with the assurance of living on top ramen next week, but whatever. As for Caitlin, her shopping bags contain some black skinny jeans, nude-colored Converse, a polka dot blouse, a black pleated skirt, and an adorable dark brown leather jacket that I definitely intend on borrowing. Or stealing.

"I think I'll need to bring two suitcases!" Caitlin exclaims, rubbing her hip and kicking her bags towards my love seat.

"Can't," I say. "They're only paying for one checked bag a person." I'm referring to the radio station, who had sent me an email last night with all the details for Sunday, our departure day. I only read it about five thousand times last night.

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Congrats, winner!

502.4 FM is proud to offer you a week-long trip to London, England, for a day spent with One Direction of SyCo Records and Modest! Management. Included in this prize is a round trip flying direct between Los Angeles and London, and a six night stay at the Hyatt Regency Lonon. Attached is some information you will need to know prior to the departure date on Sunday, June 16th.

• Two representatives from 502.4 FM will meet the winners at LAX at the scheduled gate at approximately 11:50 a.m. These representatives will accompany the winners during the week. We will not provide transportation to the airport. Please do not arrive late.

• 502.4 FM will provide one checked bag per person. Any extra luggage that must be checked will not be payed for.

• Upon arrival in London, 502.4 FM will provide transportation to the hotel. Each pair of winners will share a standard room with two queen beds.

• Transport, food and beverage, and any additional fees needed during the day spent with One Direction will be provided for. These fees will not be covered for the remainder of your stay in London.

We will email you more information regarding the day with One Direction on June 16th. If you have any more questions, please email us back and we will be happy to answer them. Also, be sure to check Twitter within 24 hours for a special surprise! Once again, congratulations, and we'll see you at LAX!

Your friends at,

502.4 FM, Los Angeles

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Just reading the official email made the whole trip sound too good to be true. Everything seemed so real. The vacation was becoming easier for me to imagine: settling into the beautiful city the first day. Spending the next day with Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam (asdjkdshfadkj). Touring London and Manchester Uni the remaining four days. My head gets dizzy just thinking about it.

I snap out of my daydream, back into reality. Caitlin is dumping her clothes onto the sofa, making sure everything is accounted for.

"Ok, I'm going to go grab my suitcase from the coat closet, I'll be right back," I say, walking into the hallway.

I return in two minutes dragging a huge black suitcase that almost reaches my waist. I'm 5'7", so that's saying a lot. "Ha!" I scoff. "Loophole! This must be the size of three normal bags!" The bag's a nice one belonging to my dad, so I'm hoping he doesn't notice its absence.

"Whoa," Caitlin says, turning up Karmin's "Brokenhearted" on my computer. "I could fit in there! How much clothes are you bringing?!"

"That's the thing, I always tend to overpack on trips," I explain. "Plus, we're basically going to a place that rains all year round. My boots and stuff will take up more room." I lead Caitlin to my closet and begin to pull out sweaters and shirts.

"Could you grab my combat boots and white Converse over there?" I ask, pointing to my shoe tree. Caitlin goes to grab the shoes as I attempt to find my favorite pair of skinny jeans.

Half an hour later, my bed is littered with clothes, shoes, and accessories. "Now," I say. "The next step is to get all this," I motion to the whole bed, "into there." I point to the suitcase, which all of a sudden looks tiny compared to the wardrobe tornado.

Caitlin chuckles. "Good luck with that," she says smugly, settling into the love seat and turning on ABC Family. I glare at her and make one last look around the selection, checking off everything in my mind:

• socks, bras, and underwear galore

• my new favorite grey beanie

• Jack Wills hoodie (birthday present!)

• grey granny cardigan

• red flannel button-up

• several nice blouses

• a few winter sweaters

• dark wash skinny jeans and jeggings

• black skinny jeans

• black body con skirt

• little black dress

• tan Burberry peacoat (my mom's, so if I hurt it I'm dead)

• brown combat boots

• nude and black heels

• white Converse

• nude Oxford flats

• some scarves

• black / black lacy tights

• some tee shirts and pj pants for sleeping

• a few necklaces, bracelets, and rings in both silver and gold

I'm positive I have everything, so I start to pack it all in while Caitlin's lazy butt watches Jane By Design.

"You're feeding me, right?" Caitlin asks. "My parents work tonight and your mom's pasta salad is the bomb dot com."

I part laugh, part wince at the phrase I'm pretty sure we used back as high school freshman. "Sure, you can stay," I say. "It's, what, four o'clock now? So they should be here in like an hour and a half.

"Coolio," she says, pulling her hair back. She leaves a bottom strand out and smacks the sofa. "Ugh. I hate my hair."

"Don't," I say, meaning it. Caitlin doesn't realize it, but she is absolutely gorgeous. I'd like to think I was as pretty as her, but I'm probably dreaming. Caitlin's about 5'2". She's my little shawty. But she hates when I call her that; anytime I do she ends up wearing wedges the next day. Her hair is naturally stick straight, and it's super long and highlighted. She has tiny features and a perfect little nose that I've always craved. She says she'd rather have my nose, though, but I won't hear it.

I, however, am like her exact opposite. I have brown wavy hair that, as I said earlier, is attempting to pull off Eleanor's gorgeous 'do. I feel pretty boring other than that, though. My eyes are so dark they almost look black, and my features are simple and nothing special. I am a little tanner than Caitlin, which I see as a huge success, but other than that I'm just plain old Nina.