Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


33. Devil

I never thought I would be upset to see Henryville in a rear view mirror. As odd as it was , the little town had grown on me.

But the boys had grown on me more. If it weren't for them sticking it out with me, I probably would've stayed. Now we were on our way back to Europe to continue the tour. This time I wouldn't be there as the stylist, though. I would be there as Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend. And as weird as it sounded, that actually intimidated me.

There was not a doubt in my mind that I liked him and that he liked me. But still, it made me nervous to think of what the future would hold. The paparazzi were all over us the second they'd learned that the boys were all in Indiana together. What would happen once we were back in their wheel house?

"What're you thinking about?" Louis asked, looping an arm around me shoulders as we sat, waiting for the lay-over to finally end. We were in New Jersey, I think.

"I'm just thinking about the future. Everything that this," I motioned between the two of us, "is going to take. We're going to have to fight so hard to make this work." I admitted.

"I know that," he agreed, "but why worry about the future? Why not be in the right here and now? Because right here and right now, everything is perfectly fine."

I felt as if I'd had an epiphany. And he was right. I would be such a happier person if I just dropped everything and lived for the moment. That's why he's always so put together. He just...didn't worry. I'd have to try that sometime.

"You're right."

"Of course I'm right." he chuckled, wrapping both arms around me, "And besides, even if things do start going wrong, I've got your back. I'll be your knight in shining armor."

"More like my devil in skinny jeans."

"Care to elaborate on that?" he cackled. I had to admit, I could barely believe I had said that myself.

"Because I know this is wrong and I shouldn't be falling for you, but I am anyway." I concurred.

"Okay, I'll be your devil then." he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to my cheek.

This was so twisted, so wrong, it was almost right.

And it was all because of the dotted line I signed two months ago. The dotted line that assured I would be a part of a pop culture phenomenon. That phenomenon could be summed in two little words.

One. Direction.
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