One Direction Fan-fic
Chapter 2
The next morning, I got myself up and started getting ready for school, until I realized there was no school today. It was that middle of the summer, and on top of that it was Sunday. Then I went back to bed until 10:37AM. I was super excited; my birthday was in exactly one week. Plus, my mom was letting me have that day off of work. I worked with her at the club, in the non-alcoholic area, as a waitress. I called up Amelia; her phone rang three times before she answered.
"Why? Why are you calling me o early in the morning…?" she asked me.
"What do you mean? Its 10:30AM!" I heard a lot of shuffling on the other end.
"What! Crap, I have to get over there with you! We have so much to do!" I was a bit confused at what she was saying, but she hung up before I could ask.
I bolted downstairs to see my mom, on the couch, reading the newspaper.
"Mum? Do you mind if Amelia comes over?" I began. "She's already on her way here; I don't know why she's coming though. I called her to talk about the concert, and she freaked out when I said what time it was, and started getting ready to come over."
"Sure, I don't mind if Amelia comes over," She replied, and I sighed in relief. I turned around to go back to my room again, but I heard my mom start talking again. "but honey, why were you up so early this morning? I heard you up and about at 7:30 this morning…?"
"Oh, for some reason I thought there was school this morning…" I laughed at that and she smiled.
After that I ran upstairs to my room to get ready for Amelia. I noticed that all of my party planning stuff was all over my room. I decided that since Amelia was coming over, and I had to be more excited about the concert for her, I would put it all away. I picked up as many papers as I could and shoved them into a random drawer.
That's when the doorbell rang, man she was quick when she wanted to get something done. I quickly shoved everything else under my bed and ran downstairs to get the door. My mum had already gotten the door, but it wasn't Amelia, It was my dad.
"Dad! Your back!" My dad had gone on to London England for work. He'd been gone for so long that I forgot that he was coming back. I think he's been gone for two and a half years, but he had come back for a week on my birthday each year. But this year he was staying for two weeks because it was my sweet sixteen.
I ran up to him, jumped into his arms and he spun me around in a hug. My dad had done professional wrestling for two years. But he got an injury which cost him his career. The funny thing was that he had gotten the injury when he was rock climbing with me, not while wrestling.
"How's it going, birthday girl?" He asked me.
"Dad, my birthday hasn't passed yet." I replied and giggled at the same time.
"What! No, you look a whole year older!" I laughed and he hugged me again.
"Hey sweetie." My dad turned and looked at my mum and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm doing great." She smiled at him. "How are you?"
"Amazing, while I was in London, I got a promotion!" He looked really happy about that.
We all sat down together in the kitchen. My dad told us all about London. He got to go on a tour in Big Ben. And he got to meet the queen. Everything he told us was amazing. Twenty minutes after he arrived, the doorbell rang again. I forgot about Amelia. I rushed over to the door and invited her inside.
"Dad!" I called over to introduce my dad to Amelia. "You remember Amelia, right?"
"Of course I do!" He started walking towards us. "Come here, I haven't seen you in so long! How you been?"
"I'm doing great Mr. Larson." She said and gave him a hug. "Come on Christine, we have things to do!" she said as she bolted upstairs.
"Christine, before you go, tell Amelia that she can call me Mark." My dad never liked being called 'Mr.' or 'Sir'.
"Ok dad." I quickly kissed him, and ran upstairs after Amelia to see why she needed me.
