"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
Louis just chuckles at me, heading off into the kitchen. No, I'm not ready. I don't think I'll ever be ready, really. Anything could happen in the next half an hour, and I have no way of preparing myself for that.
It's been just over a week since Louis found me at karaoke. What followed was one of the most emotionally exhausting weeks I've ever had... and that's saying something. Every day was a mental battle of desperately trying to convince myself that I hadn't dreamt the whole thing.
Louis' been an angel, texting me everyday reassuring me. And now I'm standing, pacing in front of the window in his living room. In his home in LA, I should add.
He called me in the middle of the day, exactly four days after he found me. He'd told me that evening at karaoke that he was going to get in contact with the boys and try and get them all in the same place at the same time, but that he wasn't sure how possible it would be, with their busy schedules. But four days later I answer his call.
"We're in business, baby." He says, and I can hear his grin through the phone.
"What?"
"I told you they're all in LA, and they've agreed to come to my place. Told them it was vastly important and all that junk. Can you be packed and ready to fly in two days' time?"
Two days.
I said yes, obviously. Bekah, being not only my friend but also my boss, instantly agreed, saying she could cover the pub while I was gone, and that this was far more important. I still can't grasp how lucky I am to have met her two years ago. I can't even imagine where I would be without her.
Louis and I fly to LA together. It's not my first time on a plane, but it's my first trip to America. I tried to sleep, heeding Louis' advice, but my body seemed to sense that every minute we were getting closer to something big. I was restless the entire journey.
And now I'm about twenty minutes away from seeing them again. From seeing him again.
My hands haven't stopped sweating the whole day, even in the beautifully air conditioned house. I'm dressed nicely, I think. I spent almost an hour this morning staring at the clothes I'd brought in my suitcase until my eyes stung. I wanted to look nice. To make a good impression. It feels like I'm meeting them for the first time all over again, and I know I'm not, but the last memory they have of me isn't exactly a good one.
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Harry always liked me in green. Matching his eyes. So I settled for a green dress.
I check my watch. 13:17. Thirteen minutes. They said they'd arrive at half one, though they might be late, Natalie, don't get your hopes up and count down the minutes. I keep pacing, not realising Louis' come back into the room.
"Are you nervous?" I turn around to face him, leaning so casually against the wall.
"Of course I'm bloody nervous, Lou, I'm fucking terrified." He smirks at me and I resist the urge to flip him off. Not in his own house, Nat.
