You're Worth It

Milou Wilson left New York heartbroken and promise herself that she will never fall in love again, but what if a world famous star come in and breake her promise. How will Milou handle it, will she let herself fall in love or will she push everything away like she's used to. Will the world famous star be able to break down the wall Milou have been buildning up along with her promise and how will she handle the other lads

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1. Chapter 1

A/N: Hey GuysThis is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it. I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm working on it. Please tell me what you think so vote, comment or fan! :) and again sorry for my bad english if you are in doubt please ask me and I'll love to help you.

Love Camilla <3

 

The train were coming, the train that were going to take me to the airport. I was looking at the window on the bus as it stopped in front of me, the tears coming up in my eyes as I stood and stared at the small girl with the blue eyes and the dirty blond hair, she was not fat but she wasn’t skinny either. That was something that always have been bothering her, she didn’t have any self-esteem. As she stepped closer I could slightly recognize her to the blurry vision in my eyes. The girl in the bus window was me, Milou but I like to be called Miles. I was walking to the bus still looking at my reflection, I removed the tears from my cheeks and I walked on the bus. The reason why I cry is because I’m moving from New York were I have been studying in a year, I really didn’t have any friends so that is not the reason why I am crying. I had a boyfriend in New York, he was the sweetest, right till the moment I found out he had cheated on me for several months. I was heartbroken in I promised myself to never fall in love again, I was about to move to London a city I’ve been admiring for years but have never gotten the chance to see it.

I stood of the train with my 3 suitcases and my carry-on bag, I were having trouble with the suitcases, but I am use to things on my own, so this one I can  pulled off myself to. I’m already at little late so I was running all I could despite the heavy suitcases, I made it to the check-in in a hurry and made in on the plane right before they closed the gate. Why are airplane seats always that uncomfortable, I am going sit on this damm plain for 11 hours and my but are already itching, this is not going to be a fun trip. I put my iPod in my ears on drifted off to The A Team by Ed Sheeran.

A voice were talking calmly to me, I couldn’t precise it, so I tried to open my eyes. I were looking up quite quickly when my eyes caught a were smiling lady in front of me. “Miss, we are in London now.” She said with a smile, but to me I looked a little fake, but I shouldn’t say a thing I never smile any more, but if I do it’s fake just like stewardess’s smile.

I got my luggage pretty quick and now I’m just sitting in a cab looking at the rain crashing on the window, the cab stopping in front of a apartment complex. It looked a little expensive but I’ve found an apartment in the building I can pay for, but I’m going to cut my shopping budget down. Wow the building is tall, how the heck am I going to reach the 7th floor if there isn’t an elevator. I could hear some shouting from an open window to boys took their heads out of the window and quickly inside again, the stupid suitcases… well I have to start some place. I pulled up the handles as I tried to pulled it over the curb I tripped an landed with the suitcases over my leg. O crap… for some reason does this always happens to me! It’s so typical. Wow I think the suitcases can fly, okay Miles I think you hid your head in the fall of course suitcases can’t fly. As I turned my head to boys caught my eye, the one was tall, had long brown curls there was sticking out from the hoodie, and he was wearing sunglasses. The other boy was a little shorter, he was also wearing a hoodie and sunglasses I couldn’t see his hair so I guess it was short. They took my suitcases off my leg and walked quickly “hey! That my suitcases!” I yelled at them, my throat was dry from the flight, now it was feeling like a desert. They were still walking, as was running with all my power as grabbed the shorter ones shoulder “I said, that my suitcases, listen I just had a very rough trip and I’m exhausted and I just want to go to my apartment, I don’t have money to new clothes, so please don’t take it.” The tears were coming to my eyes again, the tall turned around and his low and rough voice said “We weren’t taken your suitcases, we are just helping, because it looked like you were having a battle with down there.” He paused a moment before he opened his mouth again “So if you would let us help you we would like to, so where do you live?” “7G” I said still trying to catch my breath. “Well then you can call me neighbor” he said with a smirk. To my luck there were an elevator as me and the to strangers now one of them my neighbor pressed the button to 7th floor.  

As we reached my door, I was looking in panic for my key. O shit again, why do things always disappear when I need it the most? “Thank god here it is!” I shouted as they boys looked at me.  As I locked up my apartment, my jaw almost to the floor and they were coming up again the apartment was almost empty, there were no bed, no couch, the only there was a fridge and a stove that looked like it haven’t been used in years. They tears were running down my cheeks I couldn’t believe it already my dream have been crashed. “Sorry you have to see this guys, thank so much for your help I really appreciate it.” I tried to control my tears as I started to sob. “you can’t live here.” The shorter one said, he had a thick Irish accent, I was finding quite charming to be honest. “I don’t have any other place to live and I can’t afford a hotel, and kinda broke til I get a job, so I really don’t have any options.” I said what a little sad voice. “yes you have” he curly haired boy said very quiet. “like what?” I didn’t have any options so that was really weird. “you can stay with, I have a extra room in my apartment I don’t really use?” the boy with Irish accent said. “no I can’t do that, I don’t even really know you guys and I don’t want to interrupt you in your life, I really don’t think guys want to hang out with a little loser like me…” I said and shrugged. I walked in to my apartment when I feel a hand on my wrist, I turned around and starred. The boys had taken their hoodies of and it revealed the tall with long brown curls and the boy with the Irish accent had dirty blond hair a slight lighter then my I think. “I don’t really know you, but first of all you doesn’t seems like a loser at all, second of all this would also be a great way to get to know you and third of all I sometimes get lonely and it would be nice with some company and then you look cut to which just seem like a plus to me.” The blond boy said with a smirk on his face. I could feel the blush creep to my cheeks, I let out a little giggle and the boys began to walk to just across the hall to the blond boys apartment. They stop and turned around the blond boy said “here I am and your about to move in and you don’t even know my name.” He took his sunglasses off revealing the most beautiful piecing blue eyes, I just stood there and starred like an idiot, until zoned out by a hand waving in front of me “sorry, what were you saying?” I said shyly. “I’m Niall, nice to meet you” I shook his hand and the curly haired boy had also taken his sunglasses of revealing emerald green eyes, they were also beautiful but not as beautiful as the blond boy, Niall I think it was. “And I’m Harry” I shook his hand, they seemed familiar but couldn’t place them. “And your name is?” Harry said. “O sorry I’m Milou but call me Miles” “hey Miles” they said in a choir. Their voices sounded like angels, I kept thinking were I have seen them before but I just couldn’t. as I turned around the door to Niall’s apartment stood open I walked slowly inside and looked around it was beautiful.

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