Just Another Love Story: One Direction

Cynthia Morales is your average seventeen year-old: she sings into a hairbrush in front of the mirror, sort of a geek, and plain. Oh, and she has a major crush on Zayn Malik. But when she and her BFF Iliana go to a One Direction concert and Cynthia gets the chance to sing with the UK boyband, her world transforms. She suddenly becomes the center of envy for girls everywhere, and how will she cope when Harry Freaking Styles says he likes her (and she falls for him!)? Who will she end up with: The Flirt, or the Bradford Bad Boi?

*Rated PG-13 for language, some sexual content, and HARRY STYLES.* :D

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6. Late Night Calls

 

I stand in front of my closet, looking from side to side to try to pick what I was going to wear to the conference (and my date) tomorrow.   Mom and Dad had left, going to my school to get transfer papers and empty out my locker. I stood, recently out of the shower, and pull on house clothes to go cook dinner. I had soup in mind.   At the end, I decided with a blouse-skirt-pumps ensemble, [www.polyvore.com/tia_outfit_press_conference/set?id=67428563] so I set it on my desk, ready to go for tomorrow.   I dance down the stairs, shaking out my wet hair, and turn on the radio I have in the kitchen. I felt airy and light; it's not everyday when Zayn Malik tells you he loves you. I know he didn't mean it that way, but it was still nice to hear.   I pull out the ingredients I need and get started. I even start singing. "Boy, you can say anything you wanna; I don't give a shhh, no one else can have ya! I want you back, I want you back, wa-want you, want you back! Uhh! I had broken up thinking you'd be crying; now I feel like shhh looking at you flying! I want you back, I want you back, wa-want you, want you back! Uhh!"   Hmm. And to think Cher Lloyd was on the X-Factor with my boys.   In twenty minutes, everything is in a pot, including some chicken. I set the alarm for half an hour and run to style my hair in the bathroom.   I stare at myself, thinking. Should I leave my hair down, or do a simple braid? I do a braid that starts on the left side then ends over my right shoulder, Katniss-style. The door downstairs opens and shuts, and I hear Mom say, "We're home!"   "Check the soup please!" I shout back. "I'll be down in a sec!"   I give myself another quick look in the mirror and walk downstairs to see Iliana.   "Hi, Ili," I smile, hugging her. It was amazing to see her, but definitely surprising. I guess her curiosity got the best of her.   "Hey," she says, sounding sad.   "What's wrong?"   She shrugs. "I'm gonna miss you a bunch."   I grab her hand and lead her into the living room to talk privately. I bet she was sad that her friend for the last eight years is going away. "Ili, I will too. But I promise that I'll text you and/or send you e-mails."   "I know you will," she sighs. "Instead, could you promise me something else?" I nod.   "Promise me you'll keep your hands off of Zayn? You know, let a fangirl dream?" she laughs awkwardly.   "Um, sure. I'm actually going on a date with Harry tomorrow," I say.   "Wow, congrats!" She bumps me playfully.   I force a smile. There were two reasons why I said yes; one, because I didn't want Iliana to feel bad, and two, because there was no chance Zayn would focus on me. And to tell you the truth, I have no idea why Harry even likes me.   "Cynthia, Iliana, come and eat!" Daddy calls.   Iliana walks ahead (she was practically of the family), and I linger back. My phone buzzes, another unknown number.   <Hey sweetheart! It's Harry :-) Zayn gave me your number and, of course, I decided to text you for fun. So what's up?>   I type back quickly. <At home, just finished cooking dinner, and spending some time with Iliana.>   <Sounds great,> he texts. <What did you make?>   <Soup.>   <Yummy. :D>   "Cynthia!" Mom shouts.   "I'm coming," I say. I text Harry back. <I gotta go. Eating. Text me later? (:>   <Sure thing, Tia. Loooooooove you!!!>   I shove my phone back into my pocket and run to the table where Mom had already served our plates. I kiss Dad and Mom on the cheek before sitting down.   "I'd like to say grace today," Mom states. We all join hands, and she says, "Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful food. Please bless this table to make sure we are never hungry. Thank you for gifting my daughter with the opportunity to sing and to have a better life. Bless her. Amen."   "Amen," we echo, and we begin to eat. Iliana starts a chat with my mom, and Dad just stares at me glumly. I reach over to rub his hand and we stay like that, comforting each other without having to talk.   ________________   I'm in my room at nine, half asleep and cuddling with my pillow and phone. 'Payphone' begins to play, and I listen to it until I realize someone calling me.   "H-hello?" I yawn.   "Did I wake you?"   I shake my head, but felt really dumb because he wouldn't know I did it. "No, Harry, I was only resting my eyes," I laugh.   "Ah, well, I don't wanna keep you up. I actually was hoping I'd call you around the time you fall asleep."   "And why is that, Sir Styles?"   "So I can send you a goodnight kiss."   I blush. "Really?"   "Yeah. Ready?"   "Sure."   "Mwuuuuuuuah!" He makes loud kissing noises and I giggle.   "Thank you," I say. "I can feel it all the way over here."   "Haaaaaaarry!" I hear Niall call.   "What?! I'm on the phone!"   "Is it Tia?" I hear shuffling and fighting, then Niall's voice. "Hi, Tia!"   "Hello, Niall," I say.   "Your boyfriend keeping you up?"   "Nah." "I would suggest to go to sleep, Tia. You got a long day ahead of you."   "Uh-oh. someone sounded a little like Liam," I tease. "But will do, Captain Ireland."   "Grea- wait, what? Captain Ireland?"   "Nothing, nothing. I'm going to take your advice, Nialler, and go to sleep. Tell everyone goodnight for me, m'kay? Then pass it to Harry."   "Lads, Tia says goodnight!" he yells. I hear a distinct 'Goodnight' in the background (and a faint 'Kevin!') and there's shuffling as he passes the phone.   "Sweetheart? So you're off to bed?" Harry asks.   I yawn again. "Yeah. I'm super tired."   "OK. I'll see you tomorrow," he says. "Love you."   "Love you too. Bye." I hang up to the phone and shake my head. That was the second 'I love you' I've heard all day.   My stomach growls, and I sigh. I couldn't believe myself sometimes. I look through the fridge for a yogurt or something light, and I settle for a cheese stick. I've been trying to eat healthier for the past six months, and I had the body to show for it.   My phone buzzes. I frown; it couldn't be the boys, but then who?   [ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM: Zayn Malik]   I frown as I open the message. It read: <Leave your door unlocked ;-) And it would help if you put a sign on your bedroom window. Love, DJ Malik ;-)>   My frown deepens. What the hell did he mean? <OK ??? (:> I text back.   Luckily, I had two signs on my door, one that said 'VIP Room, Cute People Allowed' with my name in cursive under it and 'Cynthia Analisa Morales' in block letters with a drawing of me that Iliana made. I peel the first one off carefully and stick it on my window, then semi-close my door. I don't know what the boys had in mind but I was too sleepy to think. I would have plenty of time tomorrow for that.
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