Suddenly together...

20 year-old Letícia is a brazilian One Direction fan. Once they are in Brazil for a concert, she tries to meet the boys in a afternoon of signing. But it's impossible because of the crowd of girl around. She just turn to go back home when suddenly, she cracks onto a rushed boy.
She was so mad at him that even recognized who he was and just left... Who was he? What's gonna happen later? Will they meet again?
Keep reading and you will find it out.


8. Parents

-Well... uh... sure, I can. Bu..but why?

-Only because my father knows I've always been your fan... And he was going to take me tonight, and since you, Harry Styles, are taking me there, he wants to know if you're real - I Iied. That was not the real reason. Actually, the truth was my parents wants to meet every guy I hang out... They have the right reasons for that. When I became a bulimic, I lost my faith.

Started to see every kind of guys, even the worst type of them. And started to smoke pot. It's something I'm not proud of, but my life wasn't good, so I thought I was doing right. I was wrong. My dad discovered and since then, he doesn't trust me so far.

-Ok, we are on our way, be there in 20, beautiful

I've hung up and looked to becca as we went to the living room to find my parents watching TV together and casually talking to each other

-Erm, mom, dad, they are coming to pick us, ok? I don't know what time I'm coming back, plus, becca is sleeping here today, you know, its friday night, I have my free night, I'm not doing anything wrong, I swear. - I said rolling my eyes

-Did you tell him I wanna meet him? - My dad asked

Talking about my dad, he's the person I love for most in this hole world. I'd do anything, ANYTHING for him. His name is Marcos, and now that I'm 20, he's 47. His hair is short and black, but we can already see the gray hair, my old man is becoming old, I have his brown eyes and I'm glad I also have his big lips (I love my big lips). He's tall and strong, he's fat also, but strong. That's the reason every guy I dated didn't want to meet him.

Everyone just say I'm the exactly copy of my mom. Except for the fact that she's brunette, and I'm blonde (I dyed it a little bit, but I'm still blonde). Her name is Tania and she has a medium curly brown hair and brown eyes, a beautiful smile and I'm taller than her, my cutie. She's the strongest woman I've ever seen, after all she have been trough in her life and is still this strong woman. I love her more than anything too. 

-Yes, daddy, I told them to come up 

-Don't roll your eyes to me, lady... And, the reason I wanna meet them, is to see if you're not dreaming. And you too, Becca.

She laughed and we nodded.

He wants to see if this is true, because he is the only one who always supported me in my fangirling time. Everytime I was about to cry because "I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER AND ONE DIRECTION SO MUCH, AND I DON'T BELIEVE I COULD EVER MEET THEM ONE DAY, SOMEBODY HELP ME", I used to go to whatever he was and cried in his shoulders.

*One night, while we were watching The X-Factor with the boys performing, that was our conversation:

-Dad, do you think one day I might hug them?

-Justin Bieber or One Direction?

-Both of them, dad, you know I love them equal, each one of them, I love them so much - I said trying to hold my tears

-Well, Justin Bieber tells you to Never say never and keep believing, right?

-Yes, but it's really complicated to believe in it. I wanna be the girlfriend of one of them, dad - this time, the tears just rolled in my sad face

-Nothing is impossible, babe. If you want it, work for it. Maybe one day you will the Mrs Bieber, or whatever is these other guys nickname - he said laughing

-Have I ever told you are the best?*



Author note: This conversation really happened between me and daddy. Actually, good parts of this movella are true, I wish ALL of it was, but, maybe one day haha. Thanks for reading, everyone, and SORRY for the gramatical mistakes :D xx

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