Reality ➳ one direction

Chapter Three

"Hello?" My beautiful momma said answering her phone.
"I did it momma! I got the job!" I said probably a little too loud into the phone. I just couldn't help it! I was so excited!
"Congratulations, honey! I'm so proud for you!"
"Thanks! Don't tell dad! I want to tell him."
"Okay. You want to tell him right now?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. Just a second."

I heard a few things in the background, and then heard my dad ask who was on the phone.

"Hello?" He said when he got the phone.
"Daddy guess what!" I said excitedly.
"What?"
"I got the job!"
"Ahh Praise the Lord! That is awesome"
"I know right! I'm so happy. But I'm sort of scared too."
"Why?"
"Because, first off, I am going to have to move here. I've never moved to another country. And what if the boys don't like me? What if I'm not able to reach them." I said less excited.
"Don't worry about all that. God sent you there for a reason. All you can do is your best to reach them. 'Nobody comes to the Father except through the Spirit that draws them.' Remember that you can't force them to get saved."
"Yeah, I know. What Scripture is that again?"
"I can't remember where it's found. You'll have to look it up."
"Okay."

I talked with my dad a little longer, and my mom as well. They both have me advice on what to do, with both my ministry and me moving. I was just going to sell the majority of my things and use the money I got from that to buy new things here. I did have to plan a flight back home though so I could pack what I did want to have with me. Moving is rough on a person. I did decide to wait and go back to the states after I met the boys. I was going to be meeting them Saturday, and since it was Tuesday, it would be pretty stupid to go back then.

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Saturday morning I woke up excited and nervous. I did my morning routine. I went with a black skater skirt, a tan shirt, and a little belt. I wore my nude heels (I am a little obsessed with these shoes) and had a small purse to go with it. I curled my hair. Everyone said my hair looked best curled and to be completely honest, I thought so too. I went to my messages on my phone and clicked on Paul's name. I scrolled through them, looking for the address of the place we were meeting. He said it was an apartment or something like that. Well, technically he said flat. That's one thing I will have to get used to. The words they say over here are a lot different then what I say in the states.

I went outside of the hotel and called a cab. I looked at my phone and gave the guy the address. Since I had no clue where this place was, I decided to call a cab and just let the driver take me.

We pulled up to this apartment, I mean flat. I don't know whose it was big it was pretty nice honestly. I payed the cab driver and got out of the cab. As I was walking to the front door, I was adjusting my outfit. I wanted to make sure at least the way I dressed made a decent first impression. I rang the doorbell and I heard someone yell, "She's here!!"
In just a few seconds the door opened. I was expecting Paul to have answered it but nope. Louis answered it.
"Hello! Are you Aspyn?" Louis said first thing.
I smiled and simply replied, "Yes! Are you Louis?" I knew he was. I was sorta mocking him.
"Indeed I am. Come on in, love"
"Thank you." I said walking in.

The apartment was red. To the left of me was the kitchen. Straight ahead was the living room. I had a nice little fire place. And if you were to take a few steps forward, to the right would be the hallway to the bedrooms. It was such a cozy little place. I looked in the living room and seen the other boys standing up to greet me.

"Boys, this is Aspyn. She will be your hair stylist." Paul said.
"Hello! I'm Niall." His accent was so darn cute. He reached his hand out and shook my hand.
The other boys did the same introducing theirselves. They were true gentlemen. We talked and just sort of hung out for the day. I was scared I was taking up their time. They didn't seem to mind though. I felt more at ease once I got to know them a little more. I mean I had already known quite a it about them because of what I've heard them say in interviews and what I've seen on the internet, but this was different. Knowing them in person is so much different then knowing them because you watch them on a screen.

I left around 4pm. I wanted to leave early so I could make sure they still had time to do what they wanted. Plus I had to pack so I could get back home to the states.

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I had just gotten back home to the states so I called my mom to let her know. She told me to call her so that way she would know that Ingot back safely. I got a taxi and went to my apartment. I was so tired from my flight and It was pretty late so I just went straight to bed. The next morning I went to my mom and dads house. I hung out there and visited with them. They asked me about my trip and I told them. They were also helping me think of what to sell and what to take. This was crazy! Everything is changing. It's all new. New house. New country. New friends. To be completely honest it's sort of stressful. I mean, though I was happy about the whole thing but the changing of everything is stressful.

We went to my apartment and I packed up something's to take and then we took some pictures of the furniture to post on the Internet. We would just sell it that way. We also took some of the furniture to the store in town and sold it to them there. I stayed home for about 2 weeks so that way could get everything settled, and say my goodbyes. That was the hardest part. Saying good but to my family and my best friend, Chad. I had gotten used to going to my parents just about anytime I wanted. That won't be able to happen anymore. And as for Chad? He's like family too, so it was just as hard leaving him. We had been best friends since we were teenagers. He had been there for me in the ups and downs. He's been so supportive of me! Everyone has! My family, friends, church family, co-workers, etc. They would tell me how much they believed in me and it really helped me to keep pressing toward my dream. If it wasn't for them, and God of course, I might not even be here.

I went to church Sunday morning. This was another new thing I would have to find. A new church. I will just have to pray about it and see where God wants me to go. After service a lot of people from my church, my family, and I myself went to eat afterwards. I forgot to mention that I'm the pastor's daughter, so I know most of the church congregation. No, I didn't know every single person. Our church was growing quick and it was hard remembering everyone's names. I said my final goodbyes and then went back to my apparent to grabs luggage. My parents drove me to the airport. I boarded the plane once more. I loved flying. Especially at night. I loved seeing the city lights from high above. But since it was daylight most of my flight j just sat back and fell asleep. The flight attendant woke me up. The flight felt like it took 30 min tops. I got off the plane and got my luggage. I had called Paul while I was in the states and talked to him about flats in London. He said that there was actually one for rent where I met the boys. It was In my price range too so I called the manager of the apartment and literally leased it that way. Well, not technically. I still had to sign some papers, but the apartment was basically mine.

I signed the papers and went to my apartment. It was more like a condo if you ask me. I set my things down. I packed a cot for me to sleep on until j was able to buy a bed. I will probably do that tomorrow. I won't be buying a lot of furniture yet. That isn't necessarily in my budget right now. I'm mainly focused on my food and having a roof over my head. It will all just be a working process.

Author's Note:
You will see in the picture that the skirt (the one I wore to meet the boys in) is a little short. I'm imagining that it is a little longer Lol.