Beautiful, Sorrowful Remembrance (a One Direction fanfiction) -COMPLETE-

Ellie's POV.
I woke up to someone screaming at me. Morgan was running around my room, screaming, "WAKE UP ELLIE! ELLLLLLIE WAKE UP!" I rolled over and groaned. "Whaaaat." "IT'S FRIDAY! WE'RE GOING TO LONDON!" Morgan screamed. I sat up. "How did you get in my house?" Morgan laughed. "You really think I don't have a key?" She waved the silver key in my face. I tried to snatch it but she threw it up and caught it with the other hand. "Stealth." She winked. I laughed and swung my feet over the side of my bed and stood up, stretching my back. "Since you're already ready, you can make me breakfast." I winked back. "POPTART ALEMODE! ON IT CHEIF!" She saluted me and dashed down the stairs, stumbling quite a bit. I couldn't help but laugh at her as I opened my closet. I heard Morgan screaming from downstairs what kind of poptart I wanted. "ANYTHING." I yelled back, selecting my clothes. Ripped, black skinny jeans, a black vneck, and a red and black plaid shirt, unbuttoned. I looked in the mirror and chuckled. I did not look like a girl who loves 1D, that's for sure. I straightened my red hair that went down to the middle of my back. I applied makeup to myself, then opened my dark brown eyes to judge. "Wonderful." I said, pulling my black hat that looked exactly like the one Louis Tomlinson wore.

Morgan's POV
"Toastin' Ellie's poptart yeah yeah." I sang while dancing around Ellie's kitchen. We were going to London today! We were traveling from just inside the UK. It was a 4 hour train ride to London, but who cares! DING! The toaster popped, shooting the poptarts into the air and onto a plate. Her toaster was broken, so we had a target where you had to put your plate to catch the food. Just a little invention. "KARR! IM HUNGRY!" Ellie yelled. "RELAX YOUR CHOPS, FOSTER!" I screamed in response. Ellie just chucked. I poured two glasses of juice and brought the food and juice upstairs. I set the plate on the desk and started eating one of the poptarts. Ellie took one and fixed her makeup. "So what are we gonna do in London?!" I screeched. "Sleep. Cause I'm one tired motherfucker. It's gonna rain on our first night there. I suggest just taking the first week to relax. And remember. Whatever happens in London, must stay in London." She winked at me, and I winked back. We let out a chorus of giggles, then started dancing around to Ellie's iPhone music.