22 Days

Eva Harris was just a normal nineteen year old from Miami Florida
That was until her mother shipped her off to London to stay with her grandmother for twenty two days
That was where she met none other than Louis Tomlinson
Can he show Eva the good in him and London before time runs out?
Or will he let her walk?
*Warning: Rated R*


1. London

It was three in the morning and I was rapidly throwing shoes and clothes into a suitcase. I totally forgot to pack. Even though I didn’t want to pack I had no choice. My name is Eva Harris. I live in Miami Florida with my mother and little sister Jane. My father left us when I was sixteen. I was now nineteen and I have missed him every day since he left. I have to get over it though. He’s not coming back.

Now here I am at three in the morning deciding if I am going to need both my curling iron and straightening iron. Fuck it. I threw both of them in my second suitcase and it landed with a loud bang which made me flinch. My mother is sending me off to London twenty two days. Apparently I need to see my grandmother more and explore the world. Don’t ask me why she decided on twenty two days. My mother has always been very different. Very exact. I couldn’t even ask her why. Her response would always be something like

“Because I’m your mother and you will listen to what I say and do what I ask you to do.” I can’t explain to you how many times I have heard that one. I did not really want to go to London. I love my grandmother but she can be a little pestering. She moved out to London shortly after my father left. She was probably mortified her son would leave his family for some broad in New York. So now I have to go to London and I really do not want to go to. I loved Miami. I know what you’re thinking. Most kids would be happy to go to London. I’m not. I don’t want to leave my mom or my friends. Now a break from my sister won’t be the worst. I also don’t like going to a foreign place. I have no idea where anything is. I will also be going alone. Alone on a plane too. I hate flying. It scares me. Like seriously you never know when a bird just decides to fly into one of those huge things that also freak me out on the side of the plane. Or what if it just bursts into flames. Ok that probably won’t happen but still. My mind ranting was distracted by music blasting.


Oh I forgot to mention my sister… a directioner. Lord help me. I honestly do not like One Direction. No matter what people say they are celebrities who are rich and famous and get waited on hand and foot. I don’t like celebrities. They all have a side of them that is very “diva” and no matter what any directioners say. They have one too. Even if they are the nicest people in the world they all have that side to them. I then stormed into my sisters room to find her jumping around and singing to her posters. I laughed and was debating taking out my phone and recording this. Instead I went all sister bitch on her.

“What the hell are you doing Jane!” I yelled not thinking that it was possible I just woke up the whole block.

“What I’m just dancing. I still can’t believe you are going to be in the same town as One Direction. What if they are your neighbors? What if you fall in love with one of them!?” She shrieked.

“Ok that’s enough. The chances are I am never even going to see them.” I demanded as I saw the look on her face turn into a frown.

“Downer” She mumbled before going back to her laptop. I sighed and closed the door. I needed to finish packing.

I went back to my room and I realized I only had about a week worth of stuff packed. I sighed and went back to my closet. I took about fifteen shirts from my closet took them off the hangers and threw them in the suitcase. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly the neatest person. I then grabbed about twenty pairs of jeans and threw them right next to my mound of shirts. I over packed for everything. I would rather over pack then have to wear the same thing twice. I realized I had no more room left in my in this suitcase so I decided to close it up. Or at least I tried.

“JANE!!!” I yelled again not realizing I just screamed down the hall at now four in the morning. Great. I face palmed myself just as Jane came bursting through thedoor.

“This better be good. Liam just tweeted!” I rolled my eyes and pointed to the suitcase. She then sat on top of the suitcase and I was finally able to zip it up.

“Stay and help me pack and I will get you a picture” Her eyes lit up and went straight to my Vanity grabbed my makeup and put it neatly in my second suitcase. Thank god she was neat or else I would have about eight bags filled with random things that are all thrown in random bags. She continued to pack all my toiletries. Then went on to my bras and panties. I could care less if Jane went through my undergarments. It’s not likes she seven anymore. She knows what a bra and thong is. Also she can actually pack them the right way. Not all crumpled in a ball like I would pack them.

I decided to pack my carryon while Jane did the actual packing. For thirteen she was probably more mature than me. Well except when it came to that boy band. The things she said about them. I didn’t even know she knew what some of the stuff she said meant.

I was almost done packing around five in the morning and Jane was already gone and sleeping. She had packed all of my clothes except for the outfit I kept out for the plane I was going on in seven hours. I gulped. We had to leave at twelve and it was already five. Well I guess I will sleep on the plane. I was about to zip up my carry on when I saw a bear my dad have gotten me they day before he left. I slept with it almost every night. I felt tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them off my face and packed the bear.

I guess I fell asleep after I finished packing because I woke up again to the blasting of none other than One Direction. I looked at the clock, ten thirty. Shit. I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet. I grabbed the only reaming outfit in it and quickly changed. I put on a t shirt skinny jeans and heels. Leave it to me to wear the most uncomfortable outfit while going on a plane. Oh well everyone needs to make an entrance right? I walked down stairs and was greeted by my mother.

“Hello dear. Are you excited for today?” She asked probably knowing my answer.

“Ecstatic” I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

“You know your grandmother is very excited about seeing you and was hoping you could actually be happy.” She said and I knew she was getting annoyed

“I will do the best I can” I said then smiling widely making my mom laugh. She then pulled me into a hug.

“I’m gonna miss you Eva” I saw the tears in her eyes.

“Oh god mom please. No you can’t cry mom” I said sternly hugging her back praying she won’t cry. I can’t stand to see anyone cry let alone my mother.

“Ok. Ok.” She said wiping the tears. I sighed in relief. I then went to the fridge to eat something to calm my nerves. Before I could I heard the music coming from Jane’s room even louder than before.

“TURN IT OFF!” I yelled receiving a glare from my mom and a loud stomp from Jane. I rolled my eyes and got out a frozen waffle from the freezer and popping it in the toaster. I was so nervous about today. I haven’t seen my grandma in over three years. What if she hates me? What if she thinks I have changed? Will I spend my days just sitting in my grandma’s apartment? I really needed to calm down.

After I ate breakfast and made sure I didn’t forget anything it was already time for me to go to the airport. I decided to take a cab there and say my goodbyes at home.

“Bye Janie. I will try and get you a photo” I chuckled as I pulled her into a hug.

“I will love you forever if you do!” She cried hugging me back. Me and my mom said goodbyes earlier. Our conversation was filled with cries and hugs. Even if it only was 22 days I would miss my mom like crazy. I hugged her goodbye one last time holding back tears then made my way to the cab.

After a few hours of waiting I was finally on the plane. Luckily no body sat in the middle so I had some space between me and some guy. He looked about fifty and was not from Miami. He had a British accent so I took a pretty good guess that he was going home. I plugged in my headphones to the TV on the back of my seat and turned on MTV. Just my luck the worst show in the entire universe came on. 16 and Pregnant. I honestly feel that this show should be illegal. Seriously teens are getting knocked up just to go on this show. If you ask me its ridiculous.

I guess I fell asleep do to my mind ranting on TV shows. By the time I woke up we were about to land. I grasped my armrest and closed my eyes. I hated landing. It was the worst part. All the bumps and ugh I just hated it. I plugged in my headphones to my phone and listened to random music. I didn’t even know the name of the song. Whatever kept my mind off of flying. That’s it.

After about ten minutes we had finally landed and gotten off the plane. My grandma was going to meet me at baggage claim. I don’t know how I was going to manage three suitcases again. I did it once before though so.

“Eva!” Someone called my name and I looked over to see my grandma with a bright welcoming smile on her face. I smiled and waved to her.

“Hi grandma” I replied as she pulled me into a warm hug.

“Look at you!” She exclaimed. I smiled and we made our way to get my bags. It was nice seeing grandma again. She was her same old self. She looked exactly the same as she did three years ago. Once we got my bags we headed to her car. I guess she could still drive. I hate to say this but I didn’t exactly trust grandma to drive. She was so old. I couldn’t say anything though. She would just get all stubborn and I would lose the argument anyway so either way she was driving.

We arrived to her place about twenty minutes later. It was a normal apartment. Two rooms a living room bathroom and kitchen. It was nice too. My grandma always did have good taste. She never really got that old lady style to her. She dressed normal, jeans and a blouse. That’s about it. Oh and shoes. Most of the time sneakers though. She lead me to my room and I had to say it was really nice. It had a king size bed a huge walk in closet a white dresser and in the corner a little white vanity. Cool.

After about two hours of packing I needed to go out somewhere. I decided to walk around London and get used to the area.

“Grandma I’m going to go for a walk I will be back in a little bit!” I yelled before closing the door. I walked out of the lobby doors and walked all around London until I found a park. I decided to walk around there for a little bit. I always did love the outdoors. Growing up in Miami it was hard to walk around without it being terribly hot out. So this was nice.

“I got it lads!” I heard before I was on the ground.

“Oh my god. Sorry love” A man said giving me his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.

“Thanks. I should have been more careful. Oh my god your um Louis!” I said sounding excited that I got his name right.

“I am. What’s your name” He asked scratching the back of his neck.

“Eva… Eva Harris” He smiled.

“Well Eva what do you say I take you out for lunch tomorrow” He asked trying to sound charming.

“Oh no. I know about you boy bands. I’m not getting caught up in your cockiness. Especially in this town.” I said sternly

“Not all of us are like that. And what do you have against London?” He asked looking around the park.

“It’s crowded. I have to spend twenty two days in such a crowded town” I said almost ranting. I do that way to much.

“Where are you from?” He asked

“Miami” I said simply.

“Last time I checked Miami is pretty crowded” He said raising his eyebrows.

“You been?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Then don’t hate” I said sternly. He chuckled.

“Well how about I show you in twenty two days that London is a great town and I am not “cocky”. If you still think I am I will leave you be.” He said and I started thinking.

“Deal” I said and held out my hand for him to shake.

“Awesome” He replied with a smile and shook my hand before running off to his friends. I was guessing that was the rest of the band. Just then I realized what I had just agreed to. Shit.

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