"Belle, wake up." I swat at my sister with my hands. "Isabelle Jenkins, get up right now!" I open my eyes and yawn. "What is it, Ava?" I ask grumpily. "You have a very special British singer downstairs waiting for you. I suggest te get up and go meet him." I fly out of bed. "Tell him I'll be 10 minutes!" She giggles and heads down the stairs.
I whip open my dresser. Not a large variety. Mostly skinny jeans, T-shirts, and a few tank tops.
I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans and an old Rolling Stones T-shirt. I look at my hair, it's frizzy and a disaster! I quickly put it into a messy bun and slip on my Converse. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs.
"Well good morning sunshine." says Louis smiling. In his hand, a bouquet of roses. "Morning." I say softly, watching the flowers. "I was passing da Daisy's fiore House and saw these beauties, and I thought of you. So here I am, with flowers." he says. I stare at him when he places the fiori in my hands. "Thank you." I whisper. "You are quite welcome! Now come on, I'm taking te to breakfast." I shoot Ava a look and hand her the flowers. She smiles and skips off to the kitchen.
"Louis." I say after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pancakes. "Yes?" he asks, looking at me. A knot grows in my stomach. "Nevermind." I say, swirling my pancakes, pancake in the syrup. "No, I hate cliffhangers! Please tell me!" he begs. I look at him and say, "I was wondering... te know... if maybe you, um, liked me?" Louis smiles at me. "Isabelle... have I done anything to incriminate myself?" I laugh and say, "Well sort of. Your invitation to the ball, the flowers, this breakfast... shall I go on?" He puts his hands up. "I surrender. You've got me caught. But, do te like me?" I blush and look down. "Yes..." I mumble. He grins and puts his hand to his ear. "Sorry what? I didn't hear you." I smile and say, "Yes Louis. I do like you."
"Good. Now I can do this." He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. I laugh. "So then--"
"Oh my gosh! Louboo!" exclaims a voice. A girl with platnium blonde hair and rosa and blue extensions pauses at our table. "Louboo! I've been looking for te everywhere!" She turns her gaze to me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Avery." Avery pauses when she sees our hands. "What the hell are te doing holding my boyfriend's hand?" she snaps. I look at her and then Louis in shock, yanking my hand away from his. "Isabelle, she's lying!" Louis protested.
"Louboo, don't be so scared to mostra our love." He narrowed his eyes. "I told te we are done."
"Are we?" she asked, sitting on his lap and throwing her arms around him. "Avery. Get off."
"No no." she smiled. She kissed Louis very softly.
And I bolted.
I whip open my dresser. Not a large variety. Mostly skinny jeans, T-shirts, and a few tank tops.
I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans and an old Rolling Stones T-shirt. I look at my hair, it's frizzy and a disaster! I quickly put it into a messy bun and slip on my Converse. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs.
"Well good morning sunshine." says Louis smiling. In his hand, a bouquet of roses. "Morning." I say softly, watching the flowers. "I was passing da Daisy's fiore House and saw these beauties, and I thought of you. So here I am, with flowers." he says. I stare at him when he places the fiori in my hands. "Thank you." I whisper. "You are quite welcome! Now come on, I'm taking te to breakfast." I shoot Ava a look and hand her the flowers. She smiles and skips off to the kitchen.
"Louis." I say after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pancakes. "Yes?" he asks, looking at me. A knot grows in my stomach. "Nevermind." I say, swirling my pancakes, pancake in the syrup. "No, I hate cliffhangers! Please tell me!" he begs. I look at him and say, "I was wondering... te know... if maybe you, um, liked me?" Louis smiles at me. "Isabelle... have I done anything to incriminate myself?" I laugh and say, "Well sort of. Your invitation to the ball, the flowers, this breakfast... shall I go on?" He puts his hands up. "I surrender. You've got me caught. But, do te like me?" I blush and look down. "Yes..." I mumble. He grins and puts his hand to his ear. "Sorry what? I didn't hear you." I smile and say, "Yes Louis. I do like you."
"Good. Now I can do this." He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. I laugh. "So then--"
"Oh my gosh! Louboo!" exclaims a voice. A girl with platnium blonde hair and rosa and blue extensions pauses at our table. "Louboo! I've been looking for te everywhere!" She turns her gaze to me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Avery." Avery pauses when she sees our hands. "What the hell are te doing holding my boyfriend's hand?" she snaps. I look at her and then Louis in shock, yanking my hand away from his. "Isabelle, she's lying!" Louis protested.
"Louboo, don't be so scared to mostra our love." He narrowed his eyes. "I told te we are done."
"Are we?" she asked, sitting on his lap and throwing her arms around him. "Avery. Get off."
"No no." she smiled. She kissed Louis very softly.
And I bolted.
Made by: nevenkastar
We live in a cruel world where the chances of most of us getting to spend più than a few mere minuti with One Direction are about as strong as the chances of Lindsay Lohan changing her name to Tits McGee (although she is the type who’d do most things for some cash).
Handily then, Louis Tomlinson has revealed to We Amore Pop magazine how he can be won over in five minutes.
“Prove that you’re fun,” he told them.
“Have a laugh and te need to laugh at my jokes – but don’t make yourself too available.
“[The last girl I gave my number to] looked good, but it wasn’t actually that. She wasn’t like ‘Oooh you’re famous!’ "
“She was dead cool, so that’s why I asked for her number.”
Got that? Don’t acknowledge that he’s famous, have loads of fun but in a non-enthusiastic and uber cool way, but don’t forget to laugh at his jokes.
Handily then, Louis Tomlinson has revealed to We Amore Pop magazine how he can be won over in five minutes.
“Prove that you’re fun,” he told them.
“Have a laugh and te need to laugh at my jokes – but don’t make yourself too available.
“[The last girl I gave my number to] looked good, but it wasn’t actually that. She wasn’t like ‘Oooh you’re famous!’ "
“She was dead cool, so that’s why I asked for her number.”
Got that? Don’t acknowledge that he’s famous, have loads of fun but in a non-enthusiastic and uber cool way, but don’t forget to laugh at his jokes.
One Direction have offered some sage consigli to singers hoping to find fame on this year’s series of The X Factor.
The teenage boyband came third on the 2010 run of the ITV reality TV mostra and unlike Cher Lloyd who advised the new batch of hopefuls to ‘run away’ and hide, the boys claim that all the wannabes need to do, is just be themselves.
Speaking to ITV.com, Harry Styles detto contestants shouldn’t be ‘phoney,’ explaining:
Don’t be phoney! Be yourself and don’t pretend be something you’re not. The public will see right through it.
Louis Tomlinson added:
Switch your songs up and don’t be afraid to go out of your comfort zone. And dress to impress. STANDARD!
Niall Horan thinks the singers just need to relax and enjoy the show, saying:
Make sure te relax and enjoy it – don’t let nerves kill all the fun. And don’t be a diva – be nice to everyone who helps te as it’s highly likely you’ll meet them again further down the line.
The teenage boyband came third on the 2010 run of the ITV reality TV mostra and unlike Cher Lloyd who advised the new batch of hopefuls to ‘run away’ and hide, the boys claim that all the wannabes need to do, is just be themselves.
Speaking to ITV.com, Harry Styles detto contestants shouldn’t be ‘phoney,’ explaining:
Don’t be phoney! Be yourself and don’t pretend be something you’re not. The public will see right through it.
Louis Tomlinson added:
Switch your songs up and don’t be afraid to go out of your comfort zone. And dress to impress. STANDARD!
Niall Horan thinks the singers just need to relax and enjoy the show, saying:
Make sure te relax and enjoy it – don’t let nerves kill all the fun. And don’t be a diva – be nice to everyone who helps te as it’s highly likely you’ll meet them again further down the line.
