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:)

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5. Louis?? Louis, Tomlinson??!

We drove around for a couple minutes before heading to the arena where the boys would play. First up, was the meet and greet. And, knowing this was coming, I was nervous. The butterflies killed me. I drove down a loopy road, leading to the concert hall, and I was smiling the whole time. I looked over at Molly, she had the same face I did. Pure joy and excitedness. We waited patiently as the orange beast slowly weaved it's way through the curves in the road. When we'd finally reached the concert hall, I parked the car quickly, and we hurried out. I almost tripped getting out of the car, I was so nervous. Molly didnt trip, or she did and she hid it well. I smiled at her, and she smirked back. My smile faded when someone ran into me. Knocking me over, scraping up my knees and my palms. Molly screamed a little. I looked up to her first, and she was surprised, her mouth a perfect O. I then got up to my feet, with the help of the person that'd knocked me over.

"Sorry, so sorry, love." Said the person, I wasnt looking at them, but I recognised him still. Then, I finally faced reality and courageously looked over. Seeing Louis stand there, so perfect. He smiled and mumbled sorry again. He was still grabbing my hands, when I looked down at our conjoined hands, he pulled away fast, blushing. He tucked his hands in his pockets, but took one back out, and offered me it.

"Hi, I'm Louis. And, you are?" He said. I shook his hand, and stared in disbelief. "I'm so sorry about that, babe." He finished. Our hands separated again, and I finally talked.

"I'm Kendal, and this is my friend, Molly." I said, pointing at me, then at her. She smiled at him, which he returned, and shook her hand.

"Are you hurt? I didnt mean to run into you at all.. I am late for something and I just didnt know what I was doing." He said. His eyes scanned my palms and my knees. His face turned to shock and worry.

"Dont worry, I'm fine." I said, hiding my palms. But, he grabbed at my hands and flipped them back over. There were big gashes where blood was pouring out quickly, on each palm. I looked at him, then Molly, then my hands. My knees werent so bad, but my hands were terrible. Louis started to tear up.

"I--I didnt mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." He said, letting a tear drop down his perfect cheek. Molly smiled and looked at him sweetly. He was crying... over me? It wasnt his fault, it was mine. I dont know how, but I wanted to make him feel better.

"Louis, it's not your fault." I said quickly. He didnt say anything, but instead, dropped my hands and put his arm over my shoulders. We both walked, Molly too, into the concert hall. He had his arm over my shoulder still, probably so I didnt run away. But, I wouldnt have anyways. This was perfect. My hands stung, where he held one up to his heart, I felt his pulse racing. Like a rabbits' heart. He led me to the infirmary,  which I didnt even know existed, and he told the nurse my hands and knees were injured and that they needed help. Immidiate help. She took me into the back room, with some qauze, and some bandaids, and some cleaning liquid. Probably alcohol.

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I yelped a little when she put the alcohol on my hands, my knees hurt less than my hands, but they still stung. She wrapped my hands in a thin layer of gauze, putting bandaids underneath. I smiled and thanked her. She smiled back, and helped me out, where Louis and Molly waited. Louis giving me a thumbs up, and Molly not believing her eyes.

"Okay, she's fine now." She said to Louis, then turned to me, "you might want to get better help when you get out of here, at a real hospital." She finished, and walked away to her office. I looked at Molly, and she smiled. Then I looked at Louis, and we both smiled at each other.

"Thank you, Louis. Shouldnt you be getting to the meet and greet now?" I asked him. His eyes went wide.

"Oh yeah! How did you know about that?" He asked.

"I'm a huge fan, well me and my friend both are. We came here to see you guys. We were going to the meet and greet, the concert, then we had backstage passes to use after the concert." I said, sounding a little creepy. He smiled.

"Nice, so, you're the girls who won the contest?" He said, putting his arm around me again. I like that. I smiled at him, and nodded.

 

 

 

 

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