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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13. One more accident

I paced up and down the living room, waiting for Louis to pick up his phone. Damn him! It went to answer phone. He couldn't fail me! Not in a crisis like this! I growled.

"Hi, Louis. It's me Rilla. Look I was wondering if you could come over as soon as you get this. I've got a bit of a problem and I need your help." I hung up and sat down on the sofa. I picked up one of the raw carrots sitting in the plastic bag on the floor and bit a huge chunk of it. Almost as soon as I did that, my mobile began ringing again. I sighed and answered.

"He - crunch- llo?" I asked down the phone

"Erhh? Rilla. Is that you?" A familiar voice asked.

"Ye -crunch- s." I replied sighing

"What's up with your voice?"

"I'm eat -crunch- ing a carr - crunch- ot." I muffled down the phone. My response was returned with laughter.

"I got your message. Should I still come over?" He asked finally regaining himself

"Yes." I replied after swallowing my chunk of carrot with satisfaction.

"See you in a minute." Louis hung up. I sat on the sofa, my legs curled up under me and my phone pressed to my ear. I smiled.

A couple of minutes passed. Complete silen-. Rrrrrrrrrrriinnnnnnnggggggg!!!! The doorbell made me scream and I fell off the sofa, knocking an expensive vase full of flowers over. As I trod in the water I started hopping to get my sock off. Things then changed for the worse. I lost my balance, waved my windmill arms clearing the whole table and ended up sitting down with my feet sitting in the broken glass.

All that time Louis (who was at the door) was yelling at me. "Rilla! Are you ok? Let me in! Are you hurt?" Then to add to the damage Louis hurtled through the door, breaking it off its hinges whilst I gaped at him open-mouthed at what he'd just done.

When he saw my expression he simply stated "I thought you were being attacked." I burst out laughing, and Louis joined in. He helped me up but as I was beginning to walk I winced at the pain in my feet and sat down on the coffee table peering at the soles of my feet. It was a sorry sight. Blood, water and plant leaves mixed with some shards of glass. Lovely. I sighed.

Louis sat on the sofa in front of me and took my feet from me. he looked at them and winced. Then his face turned serious.

"Do you have a first aid box? Or bandages?" He asked looking me in the eye. I nodded and gave him the directions. He got up and walked off to find the bathroom whilst I held a damp dishcloth over my wounded soles. Louis soon came running back in with a green box with a white cross sticker planted on the front. He took out some pads and gently took out any shards that were stuck in my feet. I winced and he stroked my ankle as if to say sorry. Then he pored a little antiseptic on the wounds. It hurt a lot less then it was supposed to. He wrapped bandages around them smoothly as if he'd done this a thousand times before lifting me onto the sofa.

"Don't move for the moment. If you do the pressure will go wrong and the cuts will start to bleed again."  Louis looked at me sternly as if he were telling me off. I couldn't help but let out a giggle. When he gave me another look I quickly nodded.

I then had a luxurious 20 minutes of watching him clean up my lounge.

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