Love and Reality

I meet someone special in an interview, and something happens to my life. Everything changes for the better, or do they?


4. Not so much of a clown.



Lola’s P.O.V.

“Oh my goodness gracious! What am I going to wear?” I had no clue what to wear to my family reunion.  I heard the refrigerator door close and footsteps walking up to my door.

“May I come in, Love?”

“Sure, come in Lou.” He walked in and went straight to my closet. We had become great friends over the week, but now was the time that I ask him. A question that will determine life of death for me.

“So do… do you think Niall… likes me?”I said this so hesitantly, it almost took a whole minute to say it. I look down at my lap, since I was sitting at my chair, and hoped for the best of an answer.

“Whoa. Love, he talks constantly about you all day, every day, nonstop. If that answers you question, then there you go.” He said this like he meant. All I could do was believe him. I sat on my bed, Lou still in my closet, feeling both happy and excited. In all of my life, there was never a guy who liked me they way Lou described. I was just so star-struck.

“Are you okay, dear? You look like you need a cup of tea.” Lou walked out of my closet with a little white dress and white convers. Just then Zayn walked into my room, holding a curling rod and my makeup bag.

“Yeah, just wondering what music to put on. Soft or Metal?” I walked to my computer to put some music on.

“Metal.” Lou said almost instantly.

“Why metal? I thought you were a softy.” Zayn replied to my question as he was plugging in the hot curler. All three of us became close friends over the week.

“I am not just a softy; I’m both a softy and a punker. I just don’t usually show my punker side to people.” I stated as I looked through Spotify for a song. I finally found a perfect song. Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides. I pressed play and looked at the boys to see their reactions.

“Wow. You listen to this? It’s so, scary.” Zayn stated as if was worried for my sane. “What are they doing to their voice?” Lou sounded interested to my answer.

“Yes, I do listen to this and they are squealing. Don’t do it, you will hurt your vocal chords and it won’t sound good since you’re not a professional.” I answered as I walked into my closet to get dressed.

“I’m turning it to Train.” Just to the artist I could tell that it was Zayn stating it. The music started and I almost started to cry because of the song choice.

‘Now she’s back in the atmosphere, drops of Jupiter in her hair.’ Was all that could play before I started to cry in the closet. I guess I started to cry loud because the music stop and the door opened.

“Love? Are you okay?” Lou and Zayn sat next to me in my closet. They both knew why I was crying, they just didn’t know the triggers.

“Yeah just reminded me of some old memories. C’mon, lest go finish this Cinderella.” I offered a hand as I stood up of off the ground. They both took my hand and agreed.

“So if you’re Cinderella, you must be wearing blue and white?”

“Yeah. Just make me look good, surprise me.”

“You got it.” They both said at the same time. I closed my eyes and just hoped that in the end I didn’t look like a clown. I could feel my hair being parted into squares, and each part being braided. I felt the straitener go against each braid, and makeup being applied to my face.




The braids were taken out, thank god, and my side bangs braided to the side of my head. I felt sharp pain on the side of my head, I shouted out the pain.

“Okay, love. Open your eyes.” I opened my eyes to see smoky blue eye shadow, eye liner, and thick eyelashes. I looked at my hair and honestly liked what they had done; beach curls with a side braid and a blue bow.

“Wow. I actually don’t look like a clown. Thanks.” I was just so amazed, but not surprised. I guess because Zayn knows how to do hair and Lou has sass.


*Knock, knock, knock*


“That must be Niall, I go get it love” Zayn ordered as he left my room to answer the door. Lou was telling me good luck since I was performing at my family reunion. I got up and walked to the living room and saw Niall just standing there. He had the look in his eye like the day we met.

“You look amazing, love. Let’s go, getting hungry.”

“Okay, well, bye Lou, bye Zayn.” I said with a giggle in between some words. When we got into the car he asked me what kind of food was going to be at the reunion.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe a little bit of everything.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I don’t know what the men will be cooking.”

“Ha-ha. What will I be doing? Except for eating.”

“Meet my family and if you want you can perform with me. I actually have a duet.” I gave him a hint that I guess he took well.

“Well what song is it?” I put in a CD and turned it to number 7 and it started to play.

“Livin my life in a slow hell. Different girl every night at the hotel. I ain’t seen the sunshine in” is all that played before Niall started to ask questions. “What song is this? Who is it by? Is there any other song we could do?”

“Umm… it’s Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow and yes there is another song. Is there something wrong?”

“No. I just don’t like the lyrics. Seem to be sad. I don’t want people to be sad.”

“To be fair, we will sing the next song. No buts, ands, or ifs.” I clicked the ‘forward’ button on the radio; I honestly didn’t know what was next. And so to my surprise, it was Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

“I used to rule the world.” Was all it got to play before Niall started to sing along. I got the hint that this was the song he wanted to sing.

“You know what?” I asked him with a smirk on my lips and my eyebrow rose.


“You should sing this on your own and do a duet with me.” He agreed with me and then I knew what song we should sing, but I needed to know if he was alright singing what I had in mind.

“Would it be alright if we sing Moments? It reminds me of my grandmother.” He agreed with a cheeky grin painted on his faced. Perfect.

“So tell me about you. Like your family. All I know is that you are German and Irish, what else are you?”

“Well, I’m those, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Blackfoot, French, Italian, and Portuguese. Don’t be surprised if there is Mexican food, and don’t be scared to eat something.” He looked at me like I was crazy, of course he wasn’t going to be scared of eating something.



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