It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


1. Meeting Them

"Molly! Come on! We're gonna be late for the flight!" You(Kendal) yell to Molly. She was in the bathroom, doing her makeup and hair. I'd already been ready. We were in America because I had to visit my family, and Molly, being my best friend, always has to tag along. I dont mind, she is my best friend. I just wish she had told me that she takes an hour to do makeup and hair. She had already chosen her outfit. Shorts, a light green shirt, and some flipflops. It was really hot outside, it was the middle of Summer. It had reached almost 94 degrees outside, and there were too many air conditioners running. Ours was cut off, there wasnt enough power in the small hotel room that we'd stayed in. We were old enough now to not need parents along with us, me 19 and Molly 17.  My parents had hugged me, and pretty much sent me out the door. With my passport, of course. I've only made that mistake once... Molly finally came out of the bathroom, looking like a supermodel. She'd done this on purpose, she knew we were going to a One Direction concert, and she and I had backstage passes. Who knew, maybe they'd enjoy our company and we might score some phone numbers. But, it's highly unlikely... They dont give out their didgits unless it's family or closely related friends... I wish they would, though.

"Okay, okay, dont rush me. We're not going to be late.. The plane leaves in 2 hours yet," Molly said, reaching her hand out to me. I didnt realise why, until I notice I'd been twirling around her sunglasses nervously. Waiting for her to come out.

"Okay. Fine. But it takes a while to get ther. Then there's that long plane ride back home." Home, sounds good to me! My own house, nobody to complain about anything around me. Unless Molly comes to stay the night, which she does quite alot. I mean, she practically lives with me. I have a flat back in Doncaster. My old house was in Cheshire, but I moved out of Cheshire when I was 16, with my dreams of becoming a singer. It's almost to to the point where I get to record my second album. I just wanted to get out of this hotel room before we were flooded with fans, again. It would be the third time, for the past two days. I decide to grab my sunglasses too. I didnt want to leave my stuff behind, only, people would love that. They'd sell it on eBay for a lot of money. But, I dont mind, rather, I just want to get back to Doncaster. Back home. Home... I could hear my mother scolding me now:

"I knew as soon as you left the door that you were going to forget to wear sunblock. And, did those fans hurt you?? Baby come here, rest awhile before the concert." Thats what she'd normally say, and I wouldnt be going home-home to Cheshire before the concert. I probably wouldnt even have time to go home to Doncaster.

We were moving really slow, like caramel. I wish I could go home-home to my mother and father and family. But, there's no time for those things when you have One Direction concert tickets, front row, and backstage passes. I'm really excited about this.

"Molly, let's go. I want to leave before the fans and paparazzi get here!" I say, as I grab my suitcases, purse and my phone and get out the door.

"Why did you want to be famous?! Girl, it ruins your life." Molly says, walking out behind me. I just roll my eyes.

"It's my dream, Molls. I've always wanted this. And I finally got it, I thought it's what you wanted too... I guess not so much." I say, and I help Molly with her purse. She has packed a lot more than I have, and she's really clumbsy. She'd drop all these things, then we'd be here for three more hours just picking it up. And fans would be flooding, trying to get the things we'd dropped, and oh my, we'd miss our concert, and out flight. We walked out to the main Lobby. The cute bell-hop at the desk ran up and greeted us, taking some of our bags, leaving our purses.

"Thank you, Brandon! Without you, I'd drop this all." Molly said, flirting with him. She'd always been a big flirt, never having a serious relationship... and she needs one. She needs to settle down sometime. I havent yet either... but, I doubt an American bell-hop, whom she'll never see again, is the right man for her. Besides, she hates blonde hair, she likes darker hair.

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Here, want some help too?" He reached his hands out for my purse.

"I got it. Thank you, though." I smiled at him kindly. He smiled back. I like his smile, must have been the key item that got him this job... he's not very good at it. I look over and notice Molly smiling up a storm at him over there. I give her the look. Which means, I tell her silently to diall it down. I grab her arm and pull her aside, letting Brandon take the luggage outside.

"Girl, diall it down! We'll never see him again... and we're leaving now anyways. He's getting scared." I say, and she frowns a little more, losing that smirk on her face.

"He could've been the one... But, I guess not. He's American, he lives here," She waved her hand out, motioning towards, well, America I guess, "And I'm British, I live in London. He doesnt need to bother me. Or me bother him..." She smiled, and walked back out. When she reached Brandon, she smiled sweetly one last time, and then, we got inside the car. I was driving, while she rode 'shotgun'. She had her window rolled down, batting her eyes at Brandon. She'd gotten his phone number, but we'll be back in British phone borders soon, she wont be able to text across the sea.. unless she gets the app for it. Which costs over $50. I could help her out and pay it for her, but she doesnt need someone who lives a sea and so many more miles away from her. Let alone, someone she wouldnt get along well with. I told Brandon goodbye, and rolled up Molly's window. She frowned her dissaproval at me, but she calmed down once I started the car up and drove away a little. Once I got on the road, we were off. And off to the airport, passports ready, to go home. Home.

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