Omg I am really sorry this took so freaking long. I just haven't had time at all to write, or I've been horribly lazy aha. I actually just met One Direction last Tuesday at a signing and I've been recovering my mind and ovaries.
Well anyways, here's the next chapter and I'm sorry it's like, this terribly short after all this time, but I absolutely promise the next one will be up within the remainder of this week. Thank you for staying with me on this story everyone! :)
I really hope she doesn't even notice me right now, because although I know I'm probably being totally creepy, my eyes refuse the leave that face.
Usually, I always take the chance to really see any girl I come to actually encounter. But with all of the fans that are always there to scream and wave in your face, it's always so hard. But this girl is obviously different than those screaming fans that the lads and I eventually got tired of.
It's as if her every feature, her every eyelash, her every blink, her every smile proves to be just as captivating. She is rather beautiful, I think.
Not to mention that she's also incredibly sweet and funny; and those glasses make her look adorably studious. She's sort of perfect. Well, my idea of perfect; which just makes her even more perfect.
We barely just met. And I know practically nothing about her; she knows nothing about me. But I suppose that we feel the mutuality in wanting to know more. Though, she most likely knows some about me considering she is a fan of our band.
I find that I want her to know more about me; to someday totally open myself up to her and vent into those true eyes of hers. It's not much of a common thought, but I haven't really gotten the chance to actually talk to anyone about personal things. As this impossibly popular a boy-band we've become, we are almost always on the move. The other lads and I never really get the chance to meet any girls that we'd actually want to talk to, and if we were ever faced with that chance, I would personally never get close because it would mean saying goodbye in too short of a time.
Expressing so much would never be worth it with fans along the way on our tours. But I want to talk to her, and it's an odd feeling that I have had only on weird occasions, where the latter of ignoring such feelings is almost always impossible. It sort of feels the same in this situation with this girl, but it's different; it's like I've been waiting to have the chance to meet someone that I would be able to actually chat with and get close to with whatever time we were allowed. And I feel a need to take advantage of this.
I consistently feel like Louis and Liam are extremely lucky to not have to worry about finding someone real for them to love, as they already have snatched the amazing girlfriends that they currently are in complete love with, and the obvious same goes for Danielle and Eleanor with the two boys.
Lost in these random thoughts as I've drifted my vision to random features of Olivia, I do a slight turn of my eyes to face the screen. It's only a few minutes into the film, so I decide to just watch the rest of the movie instead of strangely watching the lovely girl next to me. I intentionally laugh at myself for staring so long, careful not to make much sound so she doesn't hear me so that I won't disturb the movie.
She makes a face at the movie, and I turn to see that it is at some random, rather hilarious part, but I haven't been paying attention. I consider what this has the potential to turn into, and I just hope that it can be more than this one movie date.
I wake up to an all to an all-to bright white wall. It takes me a few minutes to figure out where I am but I soon remember that we're currently residing in Zayn"s parents' house. I lay on my back for a moment, trying to reminisce back on what Zayn, Niall, and I had been doing last night. And where Zayn went before Niall and I crashed back here with a stupid and rather unknowing excuse for his mom where he was at the time.
A flash of light brown hair with blonde highlights, grey-blue eyes; pale, fair and slightly freckled skin. A kind of tight blue wrap skirt and a noticeably bright, snowy white blouse.
I remember us talking and joking and laughing together, getting along normally as if I wasn't any sort of famous figure. It was actually a lot of fun.
I ponder my choices for what I could possibly do or get done today but it's already noon and my stomach is complaining of emptiness. Even Niall is still sleeping in a bed adjacent to mine; we're in a guest room that Zayn's welcoming parents quickly assembled for us.
My face is buried in my currently incredibly messed hair and I have to slash the curls out of my eyes so that I can begin to totally open them. After a few moments, I hop out of bed to shower before I make the decision on what exactly I'm feeling up to doing today.
After I quickly rinse off and wash my hair, I leave the warmth of the shower and loosely wrap a towel around my waist. I put some girly crème on that I've been forced into using because the change of weather was causing me to break out. And breaking out is definitely bad when you have to perform on a stage in front of thousands of girls as often as we do, unfortunately. Life is such a nuisance.
I dress in plain grey skinny jeans and a plain white V-neck tee shirt with a temporary black sweatshirt over it. I'm feeling sort of boring today but whatever.
I scroll through my texts; a few things from random numbers that I quickly read and then delete; we weren't allowed to text the few, rare strange fans that suspiciously got out numbers back. How these fans get our personal numbers, I'll most likely never know, but it's sort of scary in a way.
I see a text from Zayn: "Going out with olivia... one of the girls we met last night. wish me luck, haz :s x".
Like he'd need any luck. I laugh to myself at this thought, and how any random person or fan would think that we can just up and pick any girl we wanted to. I'm not sure where this statement had come from, but I guess it might be sort of true in ways; we don't necessarily get the chance to ever really talk to girls. And if we do, then it's only for fan questions, or for only a few minutes. There's never enough time to actually get to know a girl fan of ours, even though some have actually caught our eyes before. So we always take advantage of times when we are really able to talk to a potential girl; like now, I would presume; though, we haven't ever really had this chance before.
I open my contacts in my phone and scroll not very far through until I find her name. I open a new text in hopes that just maybe she would want to hang out with me or do something or go somewhere. Seeing as Niall is in no way waking up anytime soon and Zayn's out doing whatever-the-hell who knows.
"Morning.. would you maybe want to get lunch with me in about 10? x" I quickly sent the text so that I wouldn't have the chance to refrain and ignore that feeling to just hang out with her.
I shake out my hair some more, the curls already taking shape. I decide to just turn on the television in the guest room while I'm waiting. But soon Niall grumbles and throws a pillow at me to turn the sound down. I just chuckle at him, and groan upon realizing that I'm being forced to leave the room now, turning the TV totally off and walking down the stairs of Zayn's house to go for a short walk while I'm waiting for her to text back.
But before I could leave the house, 'New text from Alison' flashes onto my screen with a vibration from the notification.
"Hii! Yeahh sure, see you in 10 :)". My face takes up a small grin as I text her back "Awesome :)". I bid a small good bye and a little explanation as to where I'm going to Zayn's mum who's in the kitchen drinking her coffee.
I start off in the very vaguely familiar direction towards the motel that our three new 'girl-friends' directed us to last night.
I skirt around the streets of Zayn's old hometown, almost desperately looking for signs to show the way to the motel because I have absolutely no idea where I'm going. I'm really bad at direction, which sucks, considering I've just gotten my license.
Fortunately, I reach a familiar looking building that is stationed next to a parking lot of the motel with the obnoxiously neon-colored sign. Walking indifferently with my hands in my pockets, I approach the long row of doors that lead into the rooms of the hotel residents. I stop at the number 22's door and take a small, unnecessary breath before knocking three times with only my right hand.
I hear a slight rustle and the sound of something (or someone…) possibly falling. But within the next few seconds, the door is opened and the dark blonde girl steps out onto the sidewalk in front of me.
She's wearing white shorts and a flowy navy tank top, and as I casually look down, she has silver sandals that are detailed with some silver flowers. I've always hated when girls show off their feet with showy shoes, but I notice for some reason that she is able to pull it off quite well.
"Good afternoon," I smile at her and she gives me a sort of nervous grin back.
"Hello," she laughs a little bit, "how are you?" She takes a kind of lead as we start to walk down the sidewalk and off to wherever we feel, as if this is the most natural thing; which, I suppose, is why it feels this comfortable to be talking to her like I am able to.
"I'm alright, and you?" I reply, my voice coming out a lower than I expected it would. My voice tends to significantly deepen when I'm just the least bit nervous, which is on extremely rare occasions.
"I'm good, thanks," she smiles and chuckles through the sun as we nonchalantly walk. "Uhm, just wondering, was there anywhere you planned on going?"
"Well I don't really know anything about this place since I've never actually been here," I take a moment to say this through my cheeky smile, and look into her face as she laughs, clearly agreeing with me.
"So then, you want to just wander around until we find somewhere? Or you could text Zayn or something," she said through her obvious laughing at both of our unawareness of anything around this area.
"I like wandering," I say simply, still smiling as we walk further into the town.
"Alright, me too!" We easily laugh at each other some more.
We are both actually able to keep up good conversation while we stroll around, looking for somewhere to get some lunch. We talk mostly about the band and our music, bringing up some inside jokes here and there that I am surprised to find that she knows. But then again, she is a fan, so I should figure that most of our long-lasting fans would know the inappropriate-joking side to the band.
However, I still want to hear more about just her on the remainder of our search of a good and hopefully safe food source. And so with asking easy, simple questions for her to answer about her already proved to be amazing-self, I work on doing just that.
Pleeeaaase RRR? thanks again xx :)