One Direction: The Summer I Met Them

Marilla (nicknamed Rilla) is an ordinary girl, and one who hasn't caught One Direction fever.But one summer she meets one of the boys on the beach and is whisked away in a summer romance. But will she discover who he really is?

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2. At home

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" I called cheerfully as I opened our peeling olive green front door. Our house is large. Very large. It's made completely of normal brick but covered in loads of ivy. It doesn't look much on the outside but on the inside. It's wonderful. Our kitchen has red worktops and white cupboards with black handles; quite modern. The lounge had wood floor and a huge rug, not to forget the posh cream sofas. The list continues. All the rooms look very modern. But I have to admit their is one thing about them that every room had the same. Books! Their are shelves in nearly every room crammed with books. In the kitchen though we do have specific cupboard. You may be asking yourself if we had such a big house why didn't we have a library? Well, we did have a library, 2 in fact. But their was no room in there for all our books. My room is at the end of the corridor after you climb the last flight of stairs. It has a silver bed and desk. A white wardrobe, white covers (with  pink rosebuds on!) and everything is very, very neat. It does feel like home to me. I love my room. I have a comfy beanbag and stack of books hidden under it, so my parents think my room is tidy.

"Hello baby!" My mother called from the kitchen. I dumped my bag in the hall and walked down the hall into the kitchen. I slid onto the worktop and watched my mother's blonde bob dance up and down as she prepared dinner.

"What are you cooking?" I asked after a pungent smell invaded my nostrils nearly knocking me off the counter.

"Well, for starter we've got onion and chive soup. Then we've got roast duck and roasted vegetables and finally a white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake." My mother reeled off the list as I gawped at her. It sounded lovely. It trully did but I was trying to stay slim. My mind wandered to a different time when I had eaten a huge meal and not gained any weight. I smiled smugly. At least if I did put on some weight I could go swimming and burn it off, right? I helped my mum set the table and organise a pitcher of some tropical juice she had bought today.

"Is it alright if I go to the mall tomorrow?" I asked, I had seen a really nice pair of chinos and I really wanted to get them.

"Of course, but be back by 8, we've got guests tomorrow." My mother smiled winking her eye. Confusing me.

The air was filled with wonderful smells. Then we heard a cheerful whistling.

"Dad!" I cried jumping down and hugging my father. As usual he was lookinng stressed.

"Hello poppet. How was the beach?" He grins that lopsided grin of his.

"It was great. But then some famous people arrived and my bag went flying and landed in some kids castle moat." I said feeling guilty about my bag.

My dad sighed and put his arm around me. We sat at the table and he talked to me. About being responsible and not being wrapped up with boy bands. I told him I wasn't interested in boy bands. They were a waste of time as far as I was concerned. He hugged me and told me I was brilliant. Then it was time for dinner. We chomped ravenously on the delicious meal before going into separate rooms to read. I went into my own little library. We called it my office but it wasn't really. I had a huge beanbag in the middle and brown oak shelves on all the walls. They started creaking as I ran my finger along the back of their spines. Eventually I settled for Black Beauty. I read and read and read, almost finishing the book, but then I fell asleep.

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