Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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31. Dallas

Everything was going quite well now. We we're back on the road heading off to Dallas, Texas. We'll be driving in this bus whie making a couple of stops for meet and greets. All the boys were chilling in the game room playing Fifa. Eleanor was in Louis' bunk taking a small nap. It was mid-day and we have been rolling since early this morning. Paul told us it was around a 6 hour drive till our first stop so I decided to sit alone in the bus' kitchen booth and call my mum. I feel bad not speaking to her without notice.

I place the mobile against my ear as I hear the rings. I look to my left where I find the small kitchen. I smile at the incredible life I’m blessed with now. The rings continues till I hear the usual voice mail message.

I then hear my mum’s voice saying, “Hola, tu estas conectada a Alexandra Amaya. No puedo llegar al telefono aurita pero deja una mensagges o textea a mi y trato a llama rte de vuelta. Gracias!’ It translates to ‘Hello, you are trying to connect to Alexandra Amaya. I can’t make it to the phone now, but if you leave a message or text me I’ll try to call you back. Thank you!’

I press the ‘End Call’ button on my phone and scratch my head. I felt a little homesick, but great from experiencing all of this. I opened my phone and sent my mum a ‘don’t worry I’m fine’ text and got up to go back to the bunks. I see Eleanor lifting her head which was in a bun. She smiles at me as she sits up. I sit down on the bunk in front of her which is coincidently Harry’s bunk.

“Hey babe,” Eleanor says sitting upright. “What’s up?” she says giving a yawn after.

I shrug my shoulders, “Not much actually. I was trying to call my mum, but she didn’t answer." I place my hand over his bed sheets and begin straitening the wrinkled blanket.

Eleanor gives a laugh, "Your mum will call back." I turn to Eleanor and nod.

She streches her arms out and forward till she began speaking. "Remember when Harry introduced you to me and we instantly became the best of friends," Eleanor began crossing her legs. "We should have that freindship again."

Oddly, those words would most likely come out of an 8 year old's mouth when they want tomake a new friend. I smiled at her innocence in her voice as she speaks again, especially since her proper voice was so raspy and womanly.

I nod at her and say, "Sure thing. We can start out tomorrow at a meet and greet the boys will be having. I heard it's at a shopping mall tomorrow." Eleanor smiles pushing a loose strand behind her left ear. "Great."

I get up from the bed and head to the game room. I spend the rest of my day watching these idiots kill zombies and play football, but it was fun.


We stopped at Dallas City Mall for a signing the next morning. When we arrive the closed back entrance girls of every age stood and scram making my ears ring like church bells on a Sunday morning. I look out the window to see them crying , holding banners and posters, and just amased to actually see the boys. I was living the fanfiction life wasn't I?

The boys and I exit the bus with Paul at our lead into the mall. It was quite small and dark, but the energy of the young girls made it feel alive.

When we arrived at the book store where the signing was taken place the line had already formed. At least a couple hundred girls lined up from the inside of the store to the exit of the mall. Eleanor and I looked at each other in awe at the dedicated fans. The fans went isane once the boys sat down on heir chairs and began signing albums.

Eleanor and I go off away from the crazed fans and head off to a quieter area of the mall. A couple of directioners did come up to us and asked for an autograph and photograph. It was crazy how they knew about us even if we didn't know them. 

We took a couple of steps till find the Starbucks where we wait in line. I take a look at the menu and took a look. I turn my head to see a petite girl standing behind the cash register. She had light aubourn hair and dark green orbs. Her smile was delicate and innocent. I look at her name tag which reads 'Charlie.' She was around Eleanor and my age.

She shyly said, "Ready to order?". Eleanor and I nod as we say our orders.

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