Louis' POV:
My heart was racing as the lads and I piled back into our car. "So who was the babe, Lou?" asked Zayn, turning the key in the ignition. "Kate Summers." I said softly, staring at her number.
555-6435
She seemed like a fairytale, as if she were too good to be real. "Lou!" Liam said loudly, pulling me from the lilac scent on the little piece of paper. "You scored her number?" Niall asked. "No, she gave it to me." I said staring out the window. "Maybe you'll have a new girlfriend by the end of the week. Eleanor will be very jealous." Harry said. Zayn skidded to a halt and turned to look at Harry. "Don't be a jerk, Harry." I shook my head and got out of the car.
Snow started to fall as I walked down the sidewalk towards the club again. "They don't really get it do they." said a voice. I turned. "No..." I breathed. In front of me stood my Eleanor. "Lou, I came to find you. I want you back." she said, walking into my arms. My mouth was agape and I stuttered, "Y-you were in the states." Eleanor looked at me and smiled. "I wanted to be with you, baby." I shook my head and took a step away from her. "I'm sorry Eleanor, but I met someone."
Her smile faded in an instant and she snapped, "That little tramp at the club?" I stared in shock. "Kate Summers, her name is." Eleanor continued. "Her father died of cancer, and her mother committed suicide. From what I've read in the papers, she's a cutter, Lou. She's a no body. She lives with her friend Angie Moon. You deserve better." I looked up at the snowflakes.
"Kate is beautiful, inside and out. And despite her flaws, I think I have a real chance at happiness with her. Because she is so much better than you are." I say angrily, turning my back to her and starting to leave. "If you walk out on me Louis, I swear it will be the last time you ever get a chance with me." she threatened. I stopped and whipped around. "Eleanor, why don't you go suck out someone else's soul? I'm not letting you and your bitchiness ruin my life any longer." I turn sharply and disappear into my favorite book store.
My heart was racing as the lads and I piled back into our car. "So who was the babe, Lou?" asked Zayn, turning the key in the ignition. "Kate Summers." I said softly, staring at her number.
555-6435
She seemed like a fairytale, as if she were too good to be real. "Lou!" Liam said loudly, pulling me from the lilac scent on the little piece of paper. "You scored her number?" Niall asked. "No, she gave it to me." I said staring out the window. "Maybe you'll have a new girlfriend by the end of the week. Eleanor will be very jealous." Harry said. Zayn skidded to a halt and turned to look at Harry. "Don't be a jerk, Harry." I shook my head and got out of the car.
Snow started to fall as I walked down the sidewalk towards the club again. "They don't really get it do they." said a voice. I turned. "No..." I breathed. In front of me stood my Eleanor. "Lou, I came to find you. I want you back." she said, walking into my arms. My mouth was agape and I stuttered, "Y-you were in the states." Eleanor looked at me and smiled. "I wanted to be with you, baby." I shook my head and took a step away from her. "I'm sorry Eleanor, but I met someone."
Her smile faded in an instant and she snapped, "That little tramp at the club?" I stared in shock. "Kate Summers, her name is." Eleanor continued. "Her father died of cancer, and her mother committed suicide. From what I've read in the papers, she's a cutter, Lou. She's a no body. She lives with her friend Angie Moon. You deserve better." I looked up at the snowflakes.
"Kate is beautiful, inside and out. And despite her flaws, I think I have a real chance at happiness with her. Because she is so much better than you are." I say angrily, turning my back to her and starting to leave. "If you walk out on me Louis, I swear it will be the last time you ever get a chance with me." she threatened. I stopped and whipped around. "Eleanor, why don't you go suck out someone else's soul? I'm not letting you and your bitchiness ruin my life any longer." I turn sharply and disappear into my favorite book store.
With his band One Direction worth nearly $100 million, Harry just plopped down an astounding $4.8 million for a posh pad in the elite locale of North London.
The 2,300 square-foot abode boats 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 3 living rooms and enough parking for 4 cars with a double car lift!
Our favorite part of Harry's new home, the south west facing garden which comes stocked with a double sun bathing bed and offers plenty of natural light.
The house offers complete privacy as it comes equipped with brick wall barriers – for keeping screaming fans and paparazzi away. We’re sure the rest of the One Direction boys will love Styles' stylish new digs!
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ONE DAY YOU BECOME A SUPERSTAR,ENEN BIGGER THAN ONE DIRECTION.YOUR DONE WITH YOUR CONCERT AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR MANAGER TELSS YOU ONE DIRECTION WANTS TO MEET YOU.
YOU TELL YOUR MANAGER TO LET THEM IN.SO YOU GO IN YOUR DRESSING ROOM AND GET ALL DOLLED UP.
AND THEN WHEN YOU COME OUT YOU SEE ONE DIRECTION WANTING TO GET YOUR SIGNATURE.
YOU START TALKING TO THEM,THEN THEY ALL ASK YOU ON A DATE.
THEY START FIGHTING FOR YOU.
ZAYN,LIAM,AND NIALL WERE LEFT.
YOU KISS ALL OF THEM FOR GOOD LUCK.IT TURNED OUT THAT YOU HAD TO WAKE UP AND GO TO SCHOOL.
IT WAS ALL A DREAM.LOL.XD
Little old leprechaun Niall Horan has been suffering with a bout of nasty food poisoning since coming back from Australia and New Zealand.
Niall tweeted the following message: “Not feeling the best! sore all over! under the weather as they say!”
He then tweeted again, saying: “Yessss! Back in london! Sleep for the next week, don’t wana see a sole.”
Maybe he bit into something a bit off on the 11,000 mile flight back from down under? Or perhaps all the touring and sleeping in hotels is catching up with the Nialler, and his delicate tummy just needs a rest?
Niall tweeted the following message: “Not feeling the best! sore all over! under the weather as they say!”
He then tweeted again, saying: “Yessss! Back in london! Sleep for the next week, don’t wana see a sole.”
Maybe he bit into something a bit off on the 11,000 mile flight back from down under? Or perhaps all the touring and sleeping in hotels is catching up with the Nialler, and his delicate tummy just needs a rest?
