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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15. New York City

I looked over at Molly, and smiled again at her, shooting her a questioning look, for she had her hand intertwined with Liam's. She looked down, and blushed a bit, before taking her hand away from his, his expression changing completely. I nodded, and thought about Zayn, would he be mad? Only if he found out about it... I looked over at Louis, who was still holding one of my hands in his, and he raised his eyebrows, in a funny way, making a cute face. I laughed, and we cuddled in on the couch together, watching whatever it was that they watched here. Louis layed his head gently down in my lap, I traced along-side his ear, which was facing up at me. I ran my hands through his hair, and he smiled up at me once, before setting in and watching the movie. Molly noticed me and Louis, the way we were sitting, and she smiled a little bit. I tuned back into the t.v., a weird movie was playing about a girl and a horse.

About twenty more minutes went by, before I heard someone walk out of the bedroom area. I looked over to where the noise came from, seeing both Zayn and Harry walk out, Zayn rubbing his eyes. He set over to the couch, which was huge, and smiled at Molly, taking a place between her and me. He put his hand on my knee, and gave it a little squeeze, I smiled as a response. I guess the movie we were watching was chosen by Molly, and Niall. I guess they both agreed about this one, which was weird. Louis grabbed my hand from running through his caramel-coloured hair, and he sat up.

"Want to go get some fresh air?" He whispered to me, motioning to the stairs that led up-top of the bus. I smiled at him, which he took as a yes, we grabbed some blankets because it was kinda cold in the morning, even though its Summer, and we went out. I grabbed my hand, and we both walked up the stairs.

"Where are you guys going?" I heard Niall ask us. Louis was the first to answer.

"We're going to get some get some fresh air, out on the top of the bus."

"Sounds fun, tell me how cold it is outside when you get back please," Niall said, we nodded, and continued up the stairs. When we reached the top, Louis led me over to the edge of the bus, we both sat out there, watching the crowds go by, we were in some weird state now, I didnt recognize it at all. Louis smiled, and laughed a little. I heard some people talking, they were American. How, how? How did we get across the ocean and to America? Did someone cross us onto a plane or something?

"I love New York City!" Louis said, yelling off the bus side. Some people yelled at him for being so loud, but he only laughed at them.

"How did we get from London to New York City already?" I asked, confused. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, questioning. 

"Well, when we get to the airport, we just drive the bus onto the plane, and ride the plane over there. We fly really fast over the ocean in order to get here in time for the first concert." He said.

"Oh, when and where is the first concert?" I ask. He smiles at me.

"In New York City, and around 8:00 at night. You get to come to all of them, as long as you decide to stay on the tour with us. Because we hate to have to send someone back on a plane because they 'miss mum' or something like that. Cause we've heard that one before. It's annoying." He smiled and laughed, "But you and your friend, you arent like that. You're special. Especially you." He said. I blushed and smiled at him, covering my mouth. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my face.

"Why hide your beautiful smile, babe?" He asked me. I let my smile fade away, and answered.

 

"Because I hate my smile." I said.

"You shouldnt hate it, it's gorgeous." He said, smiling at me reassuringly. I smiled back, not hiding it this time. He smiled even more, seeing me not cover up my smile.

"Thank you, Louis!" I said, happily. He laughed because there were a crowd of fans gathering around the bus, now stopping at a hotel, where we'd stay for the next week while the boys played concerts in New York City. It was a huge city, and it was pretty during the summer, everyone walking around the streets in pretty dresses and shorts that they'd buy at amazing little shops. Louis had said something about going shopping to get the New York City 'look'. I'd made sure to grab a lot of money when I left from my safe. I'd grabbed up to 20,000, not that I'd need it all, but I still did. Incase anything happens that I need money for. I had placed the money in my purse, along with some water, and other things I would need along the way. I looked over at Louis, nervously waiting to get off the bus, where all the fans would scratch and pull at him, and possibly steal the hat he had placed on his head. I feel bad sometimes that he cant lead a normal life, but sometimes, having people notice you is fun. Like, when I go to my concerts, somtimes, I sneak in the back entrance where few fans would be waiting, but other times, I would just walk down the red carpet, just giving fans autographs, high fives and hugs. I looked back to Louis, who was only wearing his sweatpants, and a classic striped t-shirt, we'd never gotten to change our clothes from last night. I was still in my same old outfit. I asked Louis if we had time to change our clothes before we get off, he nodded, and we left onto the bottom layer of the bus. The bus was rocking back and forth, under the fans' weight being thrown at it from both sides. They saw Louis and I enter, and there were more screams of happiness. I waved out the window, getting mixed responses from people. Some waved back, and some made awful faces at me, jealous Louis girls I was thinking. I took a short white dress and a light brown, almost tan, coloured belt and tied it over my dress, right where my stomach was, underneath my breast-bones. There were light blue and brown flowers specked all over the dress, which was flowy and ended just before my knees. I chose some tan wedge heeled boots, not long enough to cover my ankle bones all the way. I put on a beanie and some makeup, curling my hair, to complete the summer look. I walked out of the bathroom, 3 minutes later after getting quickly dressed and ready, and people stared, their jaws hitting the floor. I walked over to Louis, and put my hand under his chin, shutting his mouth. I laughed and walked over to Molly, who had chosen just a regular tank-top and some short-shorts with classic wedge heels. I looked at everyone else, and I seemed to fit in with their styles, too. I was wearing a classic summer outfit, I've only wore this once, and once was almost the only time I'll wear an outfit, but this one is a nice outfit, therefore, I'll wear it more often. 

"When are we going out to the hotel?" I asked.

"Right about now, actually." Louis said, putting my arm on his elbow, right at the bend, and we walked out the door. Fans were screaming even louder when we got outside, brushing their hands against us if they could reach. Most of the people were being held back by security, but the ones that could reach, I gave high fives to, most of them recognizing me too. I looked at Louis and smiled. He smiled back, and we all made our way to the hotel, where the boys would be practicing for their concert tonight. We entered the lobby and we were instantly at peace, until more people came over, realizing who we were.

"Can I have your guys' autographs?!" A random girl asked, and we both signed her book. We signed sunglasses, a laptop, some books, CD cases, and even someone's arm before we reached the hotel room and recording studio, well, for today, and for the week, it was the practice studio as well.

"Okay well, we're going to practice for awhile, you and Molly make yourselves at home. If you want, you can come inside the practice room and listen to us practice." Louis says to me, and he kisses my neck. I smiled, nodded, and kissed his cheek in return. He smiled, and left into the practice room along with the other guys. I heard them singing through the wall, and I smiled. 

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