Change Your Life

Olivia Jones is just a normal teenage girl from Murfreesboro, TN. She's about to start her junior year in high school when her father tells her that his job is moving them to London, England for two years! Olivia doesn't know what she will do without her best friends by her side in her last two hears of high school, or her "secondary education" as they in London. What will she do? How is she going to graduate in London? She then meets five cute boys from her favorite band.....One Direction. She wasn't one of those freak fans so she instantly becomes good friends with them. They were all to old for her, so she stayed friends. But then when she turns 18, things change.
*I made this fanfiction up in my head a while back, so I decided to put it in a movella! Hope ya like it! :)*


10. Paparazzi are such......

There were flowers everywhere. White streamers and pretty lights strung everywhere. Where am I? I noticed food on long table with gorgeous lace tablecloths. People were rushing around. Girls in pretty dresses, guys in suits or tuxes, and me in a long white dress. Wait....WHAT? I looked down again to see a beautiful white strapless dress with beaded details. It flowed all the way to the floor, and past the shiny white heels I had on. I put my hand to my head and felt a thin piece of fabric. A veil. I looked around again, and then noticed Katy, Lily, and some other girls I didn't recognize in matching gorgeous powder pink dresses. "What's going on?" I said quickly. Katy laughed and looked at me with a queer look. "You're getting married Livi. Remember?" My eyes widened. No no no. "What?!?! What are you talking about? I'm 16!" Lily laughed too. "Um, Livi, you're 21. And Harry is 26. Duh." "WHAT????" Then I everything started to blur. "Lily! Olivia! What's happening? Guys!" 


My eyes then flashed open. What the heck. I noticed that I was shaking. Then the reality flooded back. I'm in London. Meeting the boys. Seeing Harry in my neighborhood. Unpacking and dinner with Niall. What was with that dream? I shook my head, rubbed my eyes, and got out of bed. I walked into my bathroom quietly incase my parents were still sleeping and washed my face. I threw myself into a cami and kept my pajama shorts on and slipped into my Vans. I also grabbed and cute cardigan and my phone and walked out of the house.


I walked around the neighborhood for a bit, and then realized that I had no idea what time it was. I glanced at my phone, and saw that it was only 7:02 AM! I never get up this early. That dream just really freaked me out I guess. I kept walking on the sidewalk, passing an elderly couple walking a yorkie. 


I nodded a silent hello and they did back. The elderly woman then stopped me and asked me if I was lost. What did I look? Seven? "No ma'am." I replied and smiled. "Thank you though." "Are you sure sweet heart? You look lost." "No ma'am. I'm just walking to a friend's house." I lied. She nodded and gave me a map out of her purse of London. I thanked her and started walking again. Well that was odd. I silently giggled at how overly sweet the lady was.


I then thought about what I said and decided to keep my word. So I turned around and started walking to Harry's house. I doubt Harry would be up at 7 AM, but you never know. 


As I walked up to his house, I saw a couple of people in black jeans and jackets laying on his lawn. That was odd. One of them started to sit up, so I ducked behind a tree across the street. As soon as I saw the professional looking camera, I knew what they were. Paparazzi. Poor Harry had five paparazzi camping out on his lawn. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It was impressive that One Direction was still up and going for about to be five years. Well I guess that isn't that long, but so many haters and stupid people had all been saying they wouldn't last much longer than three years. 


I watched them all jump up. I guess Harry had come to the door. I heard "Harry Harry! Over here!" "Is it true you are dating Jade from Little Mix?" "Do you really like pumpernickle?" "What's your favorite brand of hair spray?" "Is your hair really that curly?" "Do you have a cousin named Miguel?" Not kidding. The most random, not true, stupid questions. I rolled my eyes and started to watch again. I saw a glimpse of his curls and heard what I think say, "Please go away! I'm just trying to get some sleep!" Then a new wave of questions came involving if he really slept naked and what color his bed sheets were. 


I saw him groan and I think say sorry and walk back into the house and shut the door. They all retreated back to the lawn and plopped down and started talking. "Well he wasn't helpful at all," said a guy. Then a girl said, "I know right? Prissy celebs." They all laughed and then started jabbering about if they should stay for a little longer, or try to find Louis. So that's their lives. Sad. 


I then decided to just go back home, but what if they saw me? What am I talking about? I'm not famous. I'm just a normal girl. So I stood up and started walking, trying to look like I didn't notice them. Well they noticed me. But they came running up to me! ME! WHY? I don't know!


"Olivia! Olivia! Your name is Olivia right?" said the woman I heard earlier. "Um, yes." I said and backed away. What the heck? "Well we saw you eating dinner in Nandos with Niall last night. Are you dating?" she said. All five of them forced iPhones in my face. "No, we aren't dating. How did you see us?" "We heard about a spotting of Niall Horan with a mystery girl in Nandos and went to check it out! Duh," said a different woman. These people are real creeps. I was about to say this to them, when I heard someone yell "Stop!"


They all turned around, distracted from me by that gorgeous British accent of Harry Styles. "Harry! Do you know her? Are her and Niall dating? Are you two dating?" They all forced these questions at him. And he just calmly said to go home and get some sleep or spend time with their familes. When they wouldn't stop throwing questions at us, he just rolled his eyes and said a quick good bye and dragged me back to his house. Well, we ran. Because they started following us. 


He then locked the door, and pulled all the curtains closed. I just stood in awe at his house. It wasn't that much bigger than mine, but it was awesome. Flat screen TV, popcorn machine, pizza oven, ice cream maker, huge fridge and pantry, a pool and fooseball table, and a huge pool in the back. "Nice place." I said lamely. Nice Olivia. Nice. He laughed. "Yeah, but sometimes I wished I lived on a deserted island so I could get away from those...." I won't say what he called the paparazzi. "Harry!" I said and swatted him. "What? They are!" "Yeah I know, but...." And he laughed again. "Sorry about that though. Gosh. Two people can't go out to dinner for fun without everyone thinking they are dating. Unless they are?" He said and raised an eyebrow. I laughed. "No, we aren't." I said and we sat on a huge couch. 


He then quickly jumped up and grabbed a bag of chips and two Cokes and sat down next to me again and flipped on soccer. Or football in London. We then sat and talked for almost two hours. I couldv'e sat there longer and wouldn't of realized it, if my mom hadn't called me in panic wondering where I was. Whoops.

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