Summer Nights With One Direction

Amy is prepared for a fun filled summer in London with her Mom. Just hours before their flight, Amy's Mom suddenly cancels due to a work emergency, and her best friend, Tessa, offers to come along instead. They plan for lots of exciting adventures during their trip to London that will make this summer the best one yet. But they definitely aren't expecting to spend their amazing summer nights with the boys from One Direction. Throughout the summer, both girls fall in love and experience some incredible things that they never planned. What will happen when they have to return to their noisy hometown in New York, and leave those delightful summer nights (and their new best friends) behind?

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32. The New Guy

When i woke up I realized that nobody had cleaned up the broken picture frame that i'd destroyed. I leaned over Eleanor's motionless body to get a better look at it. The picture had been of my mother and a man I'd never seen before. He was dressed in a light blue sweater vest with his arm placed around Mom's shoulder and his teeth were very VERY white. His smile made the wrinkles on his face noticeable in a weird way... and my mom looked, happy. Who was he?

I went to the bathroom and washed up, then put my hair in a high messy bun. I shuffled back downstairs and the doorbell rang softly. When I peeked through the window on the door, the same blinding smile was beaming at me. The man waved and I managed flashing him a subtle smile. I opened the door and he greeted me with a tight (too tight) hug. "Ello darling!" He was British. "You must be Amy! Oh I have heard so much about you, I can't wait to get to know you. Oh this is great." he was way too joyful for me. 

"Nice to meet you." I whispered shyly. I noticed that he had woken Eleanor up, she was staring at me while she tried to fix her wild hair. Somehow it still looked beautiful. I snapped my attention back to the strange guy. "And you are?

"My name is Patrick J Morgan." he paused. "The third." Woah. Then tilted his head bashfully and cleared his throat. "I've been going with your mother."

"Going where?"

"We're um, seeing each other. Its a funny story actually..." His accent was making me sick. I couldn't stand it any longer so I stopped him before he started speaking about this supposedly 'hilarious' story right before my stomach started gurgling. 

"Uh, don't worry. No need to explain, you wait here while I go get my mom." He looked down at his shoes before I turned around and winked at Elle. I cleared my throat as I hopped up the stairs and into my mom's room. She was putting on lipstick in the mirror. She saw me and jumped, causing her to smear lipstick above her top lip. 

"Oh dear," she giggled. "Sweetie you scared me." she wiped the smear above her lip.

"Who's that guy waiting downstairs with the sweater wrapped around his neck?"

"He's here?!? Yes!" She scurried past me, totally ignoring my question. She snatched her purse from the edge of her bed and skipped out the door with a giddy grin on her blushing face. I followed her. She practically jumped into his arms. He kissed her hands as if he worshiped her. She chuckled like a little girl and kissed his lips gently. Eleanor's phone rang, she answered it immediately.

"Hi baby." She stepped away in to the kitchen to have her mushy conversation with Louis. I swallowed the abnormally large lump in my throat and tried breathing slowly. 

"Honey whats wrong?" I guess my mom noticed. 

"Nothing, you um, go hang out with your British boyfriend." I tried walking away but she caught up with me.

"Amy, why don't you call Harry? I'm sure he's missing you like crazy." I felt like she had punched me in the heart and kicked my windpipes. I felt my body collapse a little but then felt Eleanor's hand grip my right up and lift me back up. I coughed and shook my head.

"We aren't together anymore, Mom." She gasped and i rolled my eyes.

"Well, I'll be back later and we'll be able to talk all about it. Every detail, okay?" I nodded and she strutted out the door with her arm linked around Patrick's.

"Okay..." i whispered. "Weird."

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