Dressing Up or Dressing Down? (One Direction/Lou Teasdale)

Melody is just an ordinary girl, or so she hopes. Her dream is to become a stylist, but after a traumatic experience it was locked in her inner closet. What will happen when she moves to London to be mentored by the famous Lou Teasdale, her idol? What will become of her when she meets the five lads everyone wants to meet? No one knows, except Fate.

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1. WHAT?

Waking up is never easy for me. Just consider me not a morning person. If I could, I  would sleep until noon, but sadly, that isn’t even a possibility any more. I should probably introduce myself, right? Well, I’m Melody. Melody Lexus. Yes, like the car brand. I’m turning 16 in about a week, so I guess I’m still 15, and I’m starting my first year of university in 2 months. Now, I know what you’re thinking. ‘How can she be 15 and starting her first year of uni? She’s not even old enough to go clubbing or have a drink.’ Well, you see, I’m a pretty smart kid, not to sound full of myself or anything. I got bumped up a few grades and graduated high school at the top of my class last year. Yes, it sucks to not have any friends your age, but you get used to it, I guess. I’m around 5’3 and no, I’m not short, some people find my height cute including me. My hair is a dark chocolate brown and cascades in princess curls down my back to just above my hips. It’s a pain in the arse to manage, but manage I do. I’m not skinny, let’s make that clear, but I don’t find myself obese or overweight either. My eyes are confusing to explain. They’re green on the outside fading to brown in the middle. Some people say it seems like I have stars in my eyes, because the brown forms five points into the green making it seem like stars. Enough of what I look like and back to the present day.

I sat up in my bed, looking over my room and seeing the boxes on the floor with some of my belongings in them. I’m leaving for uni in 2 months and I already started packing. Slowly. I don’t want to leave my grandparents. My parents died in a car accident 4 years ago, driving me to a school play that I was doing the costume make up for and was a background dancer for the band playing at the after party. I showed real talent in make up. The drama teacher even said I should think of making a living  from it. I was a talented dancer too. Let’s just say after the accident I felt guilty and never continued with any of it. Instead of being depressed and moping around, I buried my head in my studies. It’s what they wanted me to do, if you know what I mean. I still did a bit of dancing when no one was around the house and I practised make up on myself when I was alone, but it never felt right after my parents died.

I’m going to study medicine and maybe become a doctor. It wasn’t my first choice, I’ve always had my dream of doing costume make up or doing a bands’ make up before their shows, you know like Lou Teasdale. She is my idol.

“Melody? Are you up yet, Honey?” my grandmas’ voice croaked from the outside of my room.

“Yes, gran. I’m up. I’ll be downstairs in 10 minutes, okay?” I groaned as I got off my bed, hearing her shuffle down the hall. I went to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I put my iPod in the docking station that I kept in there and switched it to shuffle. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol came on and I undressed quickly and hopped in the shower.

“If I lay here,

If I just lay here,

Would you lay with me and just forget the world.”I sang as if my life depended on it. I don’t sound too bad to my own ears, but I probably sounded like a dying walrus to the rest of the world. I got out of the shower as Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder came on. I left the music playing and went to my closet.

“Why do I have so many clothes?” I sighed. I never know what to wear. I quickly pulled some red leggings on along with a tank top with the American flag on it. I’m not American. Hell, I’m not even British. I do live in England, but my parents and I lived in South Africa, before the accident. I pulled my favourite pair of Supras on and left my hair down, seeing as it was still wet from my shower.

“Melody! Can you come downstairs for a minute! We have a surprise for you!” I heard my grandfather yell. ‘I wonder what the surprise could be.’ I wondered to myself as I bunny-hopped down the stairs. I’m a crazy kid.

“Good morning, everyone!” I exclaimed as soon as I entered the kitchen. My grandfather was at the table reading what looked to be some brochure. I couldn’t see what it was about, but I let it slip through my mind. Grandma was just finished making breakfast, so I helped her carry everything to the table.

“Thank you, Honey. I don’t know what I’m going to do once you leave.” She said sounding a bit sad.

“Aw, grandma. I won’t be gone for long. I promise I’ll come and visit you guys soon.” I said giving her a tight hug. We sat down and I started eating the waffles that was in front of me. I didn’t have all these curves from starving myself and I love food to much to puke it back up 3 minutes later.

“About that,” my grandfather said, sounding as excited as a kid on Christmas. “you won’t be leaving to study medicine in two months.” I almost choked on the piece of waffle I just placed in my mouth.

“What? Why? What happened? Did they reject me?” all these questions and more were flying through my mind at lightning speed.

“No no no no! Listen, Honey. We know how much you love doing make up and we’ve seen just how talented you are. You can’t throw your dreams out of the window.” My grandma was holding my hand across the table when I realised the tears that were streaming down my face.

“Oh, Julie. We haven’t even told her yet and she’s already crying.” My grandfather said chuckling.

“Haven’t told me what?” I said looking between the two of them, utterly confused.

“Give her the letter, Steve.” She said as I took the letter from him. My hands shook as I opened the expensive looking stationary.

 

Dear Melody,

I have seen pictures of your work and I have to say, I’m very impressed. Considering you’re so young, you show great potential. I have been in contact with your grandparents and I know all about you. I’m so sorry that you had to go through the pain of loosing both parents at such a young age. Congratulations on graduating high school top of your class at only 15! After much consideration and pondering, I am inviting you, Melody Lexus, to study with me as your mentor in the art of being a stylist. You will study for 4 years if you choose to accept my offer and will receive your degree at the end of the course. I hope you are well and send my gratitude to your grandparents.

Yours truly,

Lou Teasdale.

 

I looked up into my grandparents’ eyes with shock written plainly on my face.

“Are you kidding me? I’m going to have Lou freaking Teasdale as my mentor for something as simple as doing someone’s makeup and dressing them up!” I said as my voice became louder at the end.

“I told you it was the right thing to do, Julie.” My grandfather said chuckling at me while I was dancing around the room to no music, something I never do anymore.

“Wait, when do I leave and where am I going?” I asked coming out of my fangirling trance.

“Oh, yes. You should get packing. You’re leaving for London in two days. You will be living with Lou. She has a little flat on the same property has her house, so you’ll have some privacy. She insisted you stay there and  that way you would be safest.” My grandma spoke and smiled a grin that made her eyes sparkle.

“OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID ALL THIS FOR ME! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” I screamed and hugged them both in a tight hug before running up the stairs still screaming. I probably woke the neighbours seeing that it was only 6:30 on a Saturday.

I flopped down on my bed, looking at the ceiling and just letting everything sink in. Instead of going to uni in 2 months I’m going to move to London for 4 years and instead of studying medicine, I’m going to be Lou Teasdale’s’ apprentice! I’ll be working with my idol! I fell asleep with a huge grin on my face and had the best dream ever since my parents died.

 

I woke up 4 hours later. It wasn’t a dream. It’s all real. I felt the happiness bubble up inside me again, but pushed it back down. Coffee. I need coffee, I decided as I grabbed my phone and some money off my desk. I ran down the stairs and out the front door. I started the 5-minute walk to the Starbucks around the corner. I came to a stop in front of the small building that I came to love when I had to pull all nighters to be able to ace my finals. I pushed the door open and was greeted by the warm aura engulfing me.

“Hey Melody!” I was greeted by Olli who was the one to help me when I didn’t understand something. “The usual?”

“Hey Olli, yeah, the usual.” I said as I took a seat at one of the window booths. Wow, my life escalated quickly. Just. Wow.

“Here you go.” Olli said placing my cappuccino in front of me and sitting down across from me in the booth. “So, how have you been?” he asked. He’s always had this crush on me, but I’m 15 and he’s like, 25.

“Absolutely amazing.” And I started telling him everything that happened. It didn’t take too long, because I had to leave to go pack and he had to get back to work. We said our goodbyes. I told him I’d come say goodbye before I left for London and started walking back home.

I got back in my room after I had one of the last lunches I would have with my grandparents. I’m really going to miss them when I’m gone. What I saw on my bed left me completely flabbergasted. There, lying on my purple and silver duvet was a giant box wrapped in lime green paper with an orange bow on top. I carefully took the bow off and shredded the paper like a cat would a newspaper. I opened the lid and found a Macbook Pro, the new iPhone 5 seeing as my old phone was complete and utter crap, a camera looking extremely professional and a completely new make up set with everything a person could ever need.

I picked up the note that fell out while I was inspecting everything. I opened it to find my grandmas’ neat cursive writing.

 

 

We are so proud of you and we believe in you. Your mum and                                 

dad would be so proud of you. We will always love you.

Love,

every one of us. Xxx

 

This has bound to have cost quite a bit. How could I ever repay them? I stood up and started packing the rest of my  things. I stopped when I reached for a frame that stood on my dresser. It was me and my parents when we were still in South Africa. I felt the lump in my throat. I missed them so much. I put the frame in the top of the last box and taped it shut. All that was left was my clothes and my bathroom, but it was already 11:00pm. Time to turn in, I thought to myself as I got under my duvet. This was the second time I fell asleep thinking of London.

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My room looked weird. There was nothing left in it except the furniture. My clothes were all packed. I only had the clothes I set out for tomorrow left and that was it. Everything was packed and ready for tomorrow. I was told a driver would come by to pick me and my things up and take us off to London.

Today was emotional for all of us. I thanked my grandparents for the huge gift they left me last night. The day flew by, because we were currently sharing the last dinner before I leave. We spent the rest of the night sitting at the fire and talking about old memories and funny things I did when I was younger. It was three in the morning when we decided to go to bed. I got in my bed and fell into a blissful sleep.

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