Jump In The Deep End

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"Amber, nothing will be different between us." Louis said as we stood in line for his audition.

I smiled back hesitantly. "You're sure?" I asked him. "You won't forget about me when you're famous?"

"I could never forget about you. I promise." He said, flashing a grin at me.



Amber Michaels is just a normal girl. Her best friend, however, is NOT just a normal guy. He's Louis Tomlinson, from the infamous boyband, One Direction.

They have been best friends for years, and have gone through so much together. Through Louis' auditions for the X-Factor, to his recent break-up with longtime girlfriend, Eleanor, they talked every day. But, they had one problem:

The other four members of the band knew nothing about her. This makes it difficult for them to talk every day. Somehow, they manage.

One day, however, the boys discover their secret, and insist that Amber goes on vacation with them for the summer, and madness breaks loose.


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1. Phone Calls and Nandos

"No, I swear," Louis said, laughing hysterically. "She actually told him she wanted to rape him!"

I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. Mine and Louis' phone calls always went something like this. He would tell me a crazy story about his crazy life, and we would laugh until we were pretty much dead.

That's how it was for my best friend and I.

I'm Amber Michaels. I'm nineteen, and from Doncaster, England. I have wavy, light blonde hair that falls just past my shoulders, and bright green eyes. I live in London, in a flat with my crazy twenty three year old sister, Jessi. She honestly acts about twelve, though, and is never home. Neither of us got along with our mother very well, and my dad left right after my third birthday. When Jessi turned eighteen, she invited me to live with her, since our mother was an alcoholic, and wasn't exactly the best guardian.

We still talk to her, sometimes, but she doesn't really mind our being gone. In fact, I think she's glad we left.

Jessi is about three inches shorter than me, and has short, light brown hair, which she inherited from my father. She has the same green eyes as me, and loves partying. She spends most of her time somewhere else, and I pretty much live on my own. I hadn't seen her in over a month, and got an occasional text from her, but that's it.

I've been best friends with the famous Louis Tomlinson from One Direction for the past eleven years, since he was ten and I was eight. We had moved next door to his family, and became friends almost as soon as we met. We were similar in personality. We were both bubbly, optimistic people, and we both loved to laugh.

In 2010, I convinced him to try out for the X-Factor, and he got put in a group. After a few episodes, I decided that, since he was basically famous, I didn't want my life to change. I couldn't stand the thought of getting hate from all of his fans, and decided to keep a low profile. I asked him not to tell anyone about me, not even his other best friend from the show, Harry Styles.

He reluctantly agreed. They placed third on the show, and the rest, well, you probably know. We still didn't tell anyone about our friendship, and, two years later, we still hadn't. We talked on the phone and texted every day, and were still close. I hadn't seen him since early in 2011, and I missed him like crazy.

A few months ago, he had called me in hysterics. He and his girlfriend, Eleanor Calder (who also didn't know about me) had been dating for a while. She broke up with him, after admiting that she had slept with another guy, and was in love with him, not Louis.

We talked all night that night, me listening to the story, and then trying to take his mind off the break up. I knew how it was to be cheated on, considering a month before that, I had broken up with my boyfriend of seven months, after I found him kissing one of my closest friends. I hadn't talked to either of them after that.

His voice brought me back to the present. "So, I'm coming back to London in a week."

"Really?" I asked. I wanted to see him so badly, but was afraid paparazzi would follow him and I didn't want that.

"Yeah," He said slowly. "I know you don't want to get sucked into the fabulous world of paparazzi, but, maybe..." He trailed off.

I sighed. "I don't know."

"Pleeeeeease?" He begged jokingly. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Don't you miss me?"

I laughed. "You know I do, but-"

He cut me off. "I promise I'll be careful! I'll even wear a wig." He added in a serious voice.

I smiled at the thought. Then, I sighed. "It better be a convincing disguise..."

"Yaaaay!" I heard his excited voice in my ear. Then, I heard a loud bang and moved the phone away from my ear a little.

"Sorry!" He said a second later. "I dropped the phone."

I laughed.

"Boobear," I heard in the background of his side of the call. "Who are you talking to?" I recognized Harry's deep, slow voice from the video diaries and interviews I had watched.

"No one, Harold!" Louis said cheerfully.

"I have to go." He told me.

"Okay."

"I'll text you!" He told me.

"Bye, Lou!" I told him.

"Bye!" He said back before hanging up.

I put my phone in my pocket and flopped onto my bed.

I was still really worried that someone would find out about me. As great as it would be to be famous (note sarcasm), I didn't want to have paps outside my flat every day, asking if Lou and I were dating. I just didn't want to put up with their bullshit, and Louis knew that.

He had always been good about respecting my wish for privacy, but there had been several times when he had almost mentioned me during interviews and such. Luckily, he was good at covering for his mistakes, and no one suspected anything.

Sometimes, I think it would have been so much easier just to tell people about our friendship. But then, I'd see a picture of Louis, stepping out of his flat, surrounded by paparazzi, and realize I didn't want that.

I just wanted our friendship to stay as normal as possible.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and pulled it out to see a text from one of my other friends (who had no clue about Louis), Ekat.

 

From Ekat:

Hi! im in london 2day! wanna do lunch?

 

I quickly replied.

To Ekat:

Yeah! Where should we meet?

 

From Ekat:

Nandos? Half an hour?

 

To Ekat:

Sure! See you then.

 

I slid my phone into my purse, and went to fix my hair. I was as messy as always. I sighed and put it up intp a messy bun. I applied a little mascara and eyeliner, but not too much. Just enough to make my eyes sparkle a bit, and grabbed my sweet mint e.o.s. lip balm, which is my absolute favorite product, ever. I was already dressed in jean shorts and a floral print tank top, so I grabbed my purse and went to my car.

 

 

 

By the time I had gotten to Nandos, exactly thirty two minutes later, Ekat was already there.

"Amber!" She said as we sat down. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages!" She said.

I laughed. "You were at my house three days ago!" I told her.

"Yeah," She said. "That's two days too many." She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her dramatic remarks.

Ekat was short-ish, with long, straight dark brown hair and huge, pretty  dark brown eyes. She had an athletic body, with muscular arms and legs, and pretty much always had her hair back in a pony tail. We'd been friends for about a year and a half, since right after Louis left, when I decided I needed a new friend.

"So, what have I missed?" She asked, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.

"Nothing, really." I told her.

She frowned at me, her eyebrows knitting together in thought, her lips pursed.

"What?" I asked, giggling. Her thinking face was really funny.

She smirked. "There's something you aren't telling me."

I instantly thought of Louis and blushed. I looked down quickly, and said, "An old friend is coming back into town soon, and I'm just happy, is all." I told her.

She was silent. I looked up to find her still smirking. "Is this friend a friend of the male variety?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes, he is." I rolled my eyes.

"What's his name?" She asked.

I shook my head and smirked.

She sighed dramatically. Then her eyes lit up. "Do you like him?" She asked.

My eyes widened at the thought. Then I laughed. For, like, a solid two minutes. She stared at me as if I had gone crazy.

"No, I-" I sputtered, still laughing. "We're just friends." I struggled to get my breathing back to normal.

It was ridiculous to even think of Louis that way. We were FRIENDS. That's all we'd ever been, and all we'd ever be. I couldn't even picture it differently.

"Well, you don't have to die." She said, still looking at me warily.

"Sorry," I said, still trying to breathe. "I just.. I've been friends with him forever, and it's hilarious to think of him as anything else."

"Oh," She said. "I get that. That's how it is for me and Dave." She said, referring to her best guy friend for four years.

"Exactly." I told her.

"Wait," She said, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "How come I haven't heard about him until now?"

I looked away nervously. "Well," I told her. "I haven't seen him since before we met each other. So..." I said, holding on to the 'o' for a second.

"So you, like, miss him?" She cocked her head at me.

"Yeah." I told her. "I do."

"Well, I can't wait to meet him!" I froze. What did she say? "When's he getting here?"

"Saturday." I said. "He's leaving Monday."

"Oh," She frowned. "I'll be back in Manchester tomorrow until Tuesday." She said sadly. I exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath.

"That's too bad." I said, trying not to let on how relieved I was.

"Yeah. Oh, well!" She said. "I hope you guys have fun." She told me, grinning brightly.

Whew, I thought. I just dodged a bullet.

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