A/N: Hey guys! My other stories are turning into crap, so I decided to start this idea I've had for a while. Review please! :)
Chapter One
Maddie POV
I fixed the beanie on my strawberry blonde hair that reached my mid-back in little waves. Tears threatened to break through my big brown eyes that were desperately trying to hold them in. C'mon, Maddie, you can't cry. This was my new start at a new life in London. I was studying to become a teacher, so I had to leave my beautiful mother, annoying brother Ben, and adorable-yet devilish-sister Melanie behind. On the side, for some pocket money, I would be directing at a children's theatre program. I loved music and theatre almost as much as I loved children and teaching.
I bit my lip, and sent out a text to my best friend in the whole entire world, Amelia Long. I either called her "Meel", "Meely", or "Mia". She answered to all of them, so whatever came off my tongue worked. She was actually already in London, so I was going to be living with her, and was at uni to become a doctor. I can't wait Meel! Eep! But I'm so nervous!
My flight got called, so I grabbed my bag filled to the rim with candy, books, my iPod, and iPad. I stalked off, leaving my old dull life behind and heading toward my new and improved life.
I sat down in my first class seat and pulled out my iPod, putting Ariana Grande on reply. I was humming along to "Put Your Hearts Up" when someone sat next to me. I glanced up to see the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. He had shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He had a cheeky grin and flashed me a toothy smile.
"Louis Tomlinson," he said. I shook his outstretched hand and immediately felt tingles on my skin.
"Maddie Owens," I introduced myself.
"Nice name," he said. "Oh, can I ask you a serious question?" I nodded. When you're best friends with Amelia Long, strange things become completely normal. "Will you marry me?"
"Of course," I said grinning. "But only if we can get married in space dressed as ninjas." Louis beamed at me and smacked me a high-five. Before he could reply, another boy appeared. He had thick chocolate brown curls crowning his face and emerald green eyes. He also had a cheeky grin, but I wasn't nearly as attracted to him as I was with Louis.
"Aw, Lou!" he said. "Did you already flirt with someone?" Louis laughed.
"Flirting? Oh, please, Mr. Styles McFlirty Pants," Louis said. "We're already planning our ninja themed wedding in space!" I nodded my head.
"And who might you be, gorgeous?" the boy referred to as "Mr. Styles McFlirty Pants" said winking. I rolled my eyes, then smiled to show that I was kidding.
"Well, Mr. Styles McFlirty Pants, my name would be Maddie Owens," I said in between laughs. "And gorgeous would be an understatement!" I laughed again, then stopped. "Just kidding, 'gorgeous' is lying."
"My name is actually Harry Styles, Owens," Harry said. "But you really are gorgeous. I would ask for your number, but it seems as if Louis' already got you covered." My cheeks went red, but I managed to keep up with my sarcastic remarks.
"Harry, eh?" I said. "But I will forever and always insist on calling you Styles McFlirty Pants." Harry pretended to be hurt and walked back to his seat.
"Can't I get a nickname?" Louis asked. I bit my lip, thinking.
"You said you're last name was Tomlinson, correct?" I asked. He nodded excitedly. "Then…I have no idea." Louis "sobbed" in my shoulder and I comforted him.
"Ooh! I know!" he said, popping up randomly. "You can call me Boo Bear! My mum used to call me that, and I hate when people use it, but I'll let you call me it." I laughed, but not at his nickname. After a laughing fit that lasted a few minutes, Louis cocked an eye brow at me.
"You said 'mum'!" I said. For some reason, it cracked me up whenever someone said that. Louis looked at me confused, then figured it out.
"Oh," he said. "You're going to have to get used to it if you'll be in London long though." I shrugged.
"Do you live in London?" I asked. Louis nodded, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Are you going to live in London?" Louis asked me. I nodded, and I thought I saw him blow out air in relief, but I was probably just imagining it. Louis couldn't be happy I was living in London, right? I was most likely never going to see him again. For some strange reason, thinking of never seeing Louis again made me sad. But why?
"I'm moving there now. I'm going to study to become a teacher at uni this fall. My best friend Amelia lives in London, so I'm going to live with her," I explained. "I'm on scholarship, thank God, but for some extra money I'm going to be a director at a children's theatre program."
"You're into theatre?" Louis asked, almost surprised.
"I love it! Music too," I said, motioning to my iPod.
"So do I!" he said. "What're you listening to?"
"Ariana Grande," I said. "She's new, but amazing!" I handed him a headphone and we listened together.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes. I seemed to be lying in Louis' lap, all curled up with my legs in my own seat. I squinted at the light for a moment, until Louis smiled down at me. Realizing where I was, I shot up and rubbed my forehead.
"I am so sorry!" I said. My hair was a mess, so I pulled it up into a messy bun.
"For what?" Louis asked.
"Silly Boo Bear," I said. "I fell asleep on you!"
"It was nice having a beautiful girl in my lap," Louis shrugged. My cheeks probably went maroon, but I smiled.
"Oh, you cheeky boy," I laughed. "You're almost as bad as Mr. Styles McFlirty Pants over there!" Louis laughed with me.
Maybe London wasn't going to be so bad…
