It Started With A Twitter Letter (One Direction)

Face To Face

Chapter 6

Face To Face

Both the siblings were on their way to the 19th floor. As Meera stood near the round transperant glass of the lift and looked down as the people got smaller and smaller, she grew more and more nervous. Has she forgotton something? Was it okay that she had Parathas in the breakfast? Was it too heavy to eat before practicing? Is her costume going to stand out? She did not want that. No. She started sucking on her cheeks inwardly. She looked down at her white tank top and gray denim shorts. Should she have worn black instead of white? Oh god, what if she had to do something in these clothes and got all sweaty?! The white clothing article will give away the sweat patches. She cursed at herself mentally for not thinking through about her choice of top although she spent almost half an hour in front of her newly-stocked wardrobe, guessing what would be acceptable and impressive at the same time for her first day.

Finally, the unfamiliar chime echoed in the spacious lift, indicating that they had arrived in on their destined floor. Dave gave her a smile that said 'don't worry everything will be alright' message. She returned it with her own 'I hope so' smile.

As they stepped out and entered a door which had a board declaring itself as "Dance Studio", Dave and Meera came face to face with Eleanor Calder and Louis Tomlinson.

"Oh, hey, Dave." Louis immediately greeted both of them with a warm smile. Meera was a bit surprised to see him smiling at her too because no stranger had been so polite with her in past. Well, after she became a teenager that is. Everyone adores little children and play with them. But once, they reach their teen years they automatically start thinking that they have grown up enough to start doing that gestures on their own and towards others.

"Hey, Louis and Eleanor. I was just going to show around my sister, Meera, on her first day of work!" Dave sounded so proud of Meera that she couldn't help the grin that made its way on her face. She smiled at Louis and Eleanor which Eleanor return with an equally warm smile. However, Meera noticed the subtle hint of cautiousness on her face. Meera couldn't guess the reason behind it though. So she let it slid.

"Oh, Congratulations Meera! What is your job?" He turned to me.

"Well, I'm here to learn dance with the real dancers but i'm not actually going to dance as a professional and my job is of being the assistant manager of Nick Williams." Meera tried to control the fangirl inside her but the stupid grin on her face didn't help her cover. Her eyes danced between Eleanor and Louis. She always shipped Elounor and love the pair more than any other. She wanted to actually see a relationship as sweet as theirs with her own eyes and here she was, witnessing not any Elounor-like love but the real Elounor itself. The way Louis rested his hand on her waist really made Meera crave for someone who would hold her like that.

"That's great! I hope you will like to work with us." Eleanor said.

"You don't have to hope; I already like this." Meera beamed at her, feeling damn happy that her assumption was accurate. Eleanor was as kind as she thought. She could find no trace of any negativity in her eyes.

All the while they were talking, Eleanor observed Meera from the corner of her eye. From the innocent grin and the way her eyes didn't stop twinkling even when looking at her made her think that Meera didn't hate her. Meera didn't give her any black vibes, instead she radiated pure innocence.

Every time she met girls Eleanor had to compose herself. Sometimes, the girls hated her for being their crush's/idol's girlfriend and that really hurt her sometimes. The hate was too much but Louis made it bearable for her. She loved Louis with all her heart. And she wasn't going to let the hate of people, who didn't even know them personally, get to her.

"As much as I want to continue our talk, Dave, I gotta go and drop El home." Louis turned to Meera. "It was really nice to meet you, Meera. Hope to see you soon." Meera returned his adorable smile.

"I'm really glaa that I met you two. Okay. So, I'm just gonna say it now." Meera took in a dramatic deep breath and continued, "Louis and Eleanor, You are my most favorite couple in the whole world and i ship elounor more than anything. And Louis, I am a one big directioner and.... I love one direction!" As much as she tried not to, Meera ended her sentence with a squeal. They all laughed and Dave ruffled her hair affectionately, making her swat his hand away with a small groan.

"It was really nice knowing you, Meera. MAybe we could have some girl time together?" Eleanor's unexpected question caught her off guard but she was happy nonetheless.

"S-sure! I would love to!" Meera exclaimed.

"Great! Can i have your number? I'll give you mine." eleanor dugged in her designer handbag and pulled out her cellular phone. Meera copied her actions except, instead of a designer handbag, it was the back pocket of her shorts. they punched their numbers in each other's devices and exchanged farewell remarks.

Harry was just walking around texting on his phone in the corridors of the huge office when he heard someone say, "Meera". His steps halted immediately as he recognized that name and the voice. Louis.

Harry had waited for a whole week and two days for her next letter but he got nothing. Nada. He walked through the slightly opened backdoor of dance studio and saw Dave and a girl chatting with Louis and Eleanor. The girl was hidden behid Dave's side portrait as they talked with each other. As he walked towards Dave, Harry saw Eleanor and the girl swap the phones. He was now close enough to hear them say bye's to each other. His eyes were fixed on the girl's black hair that he didn't notice he was still walking. He heard her say,"Now come on, bro. Show me my job." Her voice, on the scale of his bandmates' voices, was a bit like Liam's, deep and serious.

As she turned around and proceeded to walk ahead of Dave, she ran into him. Harry still didn't see her face but it didn't took long enough for that to happen. As she looked up, Harry came face to face with a pretty girl. Big dark brown eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows and pink plump lips. He couldn't say that she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and all that crap. But he certainly could say that her face was good. Although her upper lip was slightly bigger than her lower lip, and she had a small cut on the bridge of her nose between her eyes the combination of those features together was simply pretty. Her cheeks had some faded pimple spots. He heard her gasp audibly and waited for her to squeal of fangirl or just grin, instead he saw her facial expression change from happiness to that of shocked with a hint of fear.

Although such closeness with a girl wasn't foreign to Harry it certainly was to Meera. It could have been a normal bumping for her if it wasn't the case of Harry Styles, the boy she sent her hearty letters to. Her heart was beating rapidly as her body temperature lowered and she started to sweat a bit.

Dave stood there with a small knowing smirk on his face. He knew all about the letters. He knew how Harry was and the way he reacted to Meera was all familiar to him. Harry instantly had a smirk planted on his face as they looked at each other. Dave understood that he had The Flirt switch on. They didn't move away from each other like Dave so wished for until he coughed and they both turned towards her brother. Dave decided to introduce them to each other as they were staring at him with blank expressions.

"Babygirl, this is Harry. And Harry this is Meera, my little sister."

Only one thought was swirling around Harry's mind:

This girl is Meera. But, is she the same Meera I am looking for?

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