Directions Change (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Two

                                                                                Chapter Two

         I threw the drink down my throat, feeling the slight burn. Shiznits, I thought, I needed that. I set down the shot glass on the counter and looked down, closing my eyes. Being Twenty-One years old, and still in love with your best friend is pathetic if you ask me. Why? Because you don’t move on, you don’t date anyone, and your just stuck there, wishing that your best friend would love you back, but they don’t. And it hurts so much. And what hurts more is the fact that you’ll be seeing them every day for a year. Yeah, that’s right, Emmaline just informed me that the tour would be worldwide and would be going on for a year. I could already feel the stinging pain in my chest. I shook my head and poured me another shot of Vodka. I downed it in one gulp and pulled out my phone, seeing as I got a new text.

‘Hey I know you don’t wanna go on tour with me because of Lou, but you’ll have me and Heaven to distract you from him. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for doing this. I can’t handle a year with the boys without a girl friend of mine. I love you -Emmy’

I didn’t respond to her. Instead, I put away the bottle of Vodka, rinsed out the shot glass and headed towards my room. I haven’t even packed yet, and I needed to drop off couple hundred bucks to my landlord. I told him that my brother would take my place for me. He wanted to get rid of me ASAP, but I loved my apartment. It was spacious enough for me and I loved that he’d let me paint the walls any color I wanted. Plus, the Janitor that worked here was a boss. I loved him.

I took out three duffle bags that were in my closet on the shelf. I took out my pants and folded them neatly, packing all my clothes. I packed my band shirts, a few dressy shirts and a couple dresses. I wasn’t one to wear dresses really. I packed my underwear and bras, a few thongs and some pads and tampons. I made sure to pack Midol, Ibuprofen and Advil. I loved those medicine, especially Midol. I packed my ten bottles of Melatonin (I have insomnia, and without Melatonin, I’d be up till six in the morning.I loved the stuff.) and some basketball shorts and guy shirts. They were Mattie’s shirts, seeing as I took them whenever I spent the night at his house. Mattie’s my cousin, who’s also Emmaline’s best friend. Or was. They seem to be in a tight situation right now. Oh, well. I packed the rest of my clothes, and my items that I thought I’d need. My notebooks, my writing folders and my shit ton of pens. I loved pens, but detested pencils. I packed my laptop and my electronics, my CD’s and my box of pictures. I think that’s all I needed...

I ran a hand through my fiery red hair. I just hope to God that I wasn’t making the wrong decision by going on tour with One Direction. I really hope so...

Taking my duffle bags, and suitcases in hand, I dragged them towards the front door and headed back to the kitchen. I’d pack my side-bag later. That would carry the stuff I might need on hand. I yanked open the fridge door and scanned the empty shelves. Two pieces of cheese, one English muffin, a single bologna slice, a pop and a carrot. Oh, and that box of Take-Out from last night were my choices. I had absolutely nothing left in my freezer and I was starving - I felt like I could eat a stupid horse. I grabbed the English muffin, popped that in the toaster and took out the two pieces of cheese, the slice of bologna, and my carrot. I’d safe that Take-Out box for dinner.

I took out two slices of bread and buttered them carefully. I placed one slice of cheese and the remaining bologna on it and squished the sandwich together. I munched on the small snack as I waited for the English muffin to pop up. In the meantime, I pulled up Twitter and created a new Tweet.

‘@Swishyfisy: you know your broke when you have cheese, bologna, an english muffin, a pop, butter and a carrot left in your fridge to eat.’

I scrolled through the celebrity tweets, seeing nothing from my friends. They must all be busy, I mused. Oh well, I thought as I finished my sandwich and turned around, taking the English muffin out from the toaster. I buttered it and placed the last slice of cheese on it and munched on it. Mmm, I thought, I love this stuff. I got myself a glass of water and chugged it down. I checked my phone again. Nothing new.

I grabbed my good pair of headphones from the counter, and plugged them into my phone. I scrolled through my music and stopped when it came to Lit. I played their album, hearing ‘I Am My Own Worst Enemy’ play immediately. I smiled as I tapped my foot, immediately getting on with the beat of the music. This song was a classic.

I opened my mouth and belted out the lyrics, knowing that I was the only one in my apartment; I lived alone for the most part. “Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn’t mean to call you that. I can’t remember what was said or what you threw at me. Please tell me, Please tell me why!” I broke out into a small dance that choreographed to the song. I made this dance up when I was nineteen years old, and obsessed with music. I thought that every song had to have a dance, and the first one I did was this one. I was still surprised I remembered it. “My car is in the front yard, and I’m sleeping with my clothes on. I came in through the window last night. And you’re gone.” The dance ended I leaned back against the counter, my foot tapping on the floor. “It’s no surprise to me that I am my own worst enemy. ‘Cause now and then, I kick the living shit outta me. The smoke alarm is going off when a cigarette is lit. Still burning!”

I was cut off by loud clapping and my head snapped to the front door where, Emmaline, Harry, Liam and Heaven stood. There was no 5’9 figure that would cause me pain. Good.

I didn’t blush, instead I flicked them off in Scandinavian. I wasn’t flipping the bird off when Heaven was standing right there, are you kidding me? You’ve gotta be nuts. I told them, “My bags are by the door. You can grab those while I quickly pack my side-bag.” I grabbed my liquor and put it in a large brown plastic bag. I wasn’t going to let Harry see my liquor - that boy loves drinking way too much for his own good. I knew that very well.

I carried the bag with me as I grabbed my side-bag, throwing in random items. Fragrance, deoderant, my phone charger, laptop charger, a tablet and pen, my sunglasses. Lotion. I think that was it. I did a walk through of my house and grabbed the few hundred bucks laying on the counter. I had my wallet in my back pocket. I was set. I dialled my brother’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Firecrotch,” he greeted me. I rolled my eyes at his personal nickname for me. He got a kick out of the fact that I dyed my hair red.
“Hey, loser,” I said, “I’m leaving now with Emmaline. You can get your arse over here now. Oh, and the only food left is butter and a left over Take-Out box. You’ll have to go grocery shopping.”

“What?” my brother whined, “You’re kidding me! Mel! That’s not cool! You did it on purpose.”

“Actually,” I corrected him, “No, I didn’t. It just happened to work out that way. But yeah. I gave you the keys and Ger’s all cool with it. Oh, and the toilet, you have to jiggle the handle before you flush otherwise it won’t work. Have a nice stay at my  apartment!” I sang to him sarcastically. I hung up on him and shoved the cell phone in my back pocket.

I turned to Emmaline, “Hey, come with me to the office, I have to drop this off,” I held up the envelop of money.

She nodded, and turned back to Heaven who was explaining something to her. I really wasn’t paying a lot of attention to her and Heaven - my mind was elsewhere, into another world. I couldn’t help but think of Louis. I wonder if he still got pissed when he was called Lewis, or Willy. Those two names he couldn’t stand to be called. He became furious with anyone including me whoever called him that. That’s why I always called him Lou. I was the one who started the nickname and everybody else just took a liking to it and used it.

I shoved the door open to the office. Sitting behind a desk was the landlord. He was overweight and starting to lean towards obese. He had a scruffy brown beard, yet he was bald. He had a ‘Hitler’ mustache as I liked to call it, and his beady brown eyes always creeped me out. He was typing away on the computer at his desk, no doubt on Facebook.

“Here’s the money, Gerald.” I threw the envelope of money. “My brother will be here tonight to take care of the apartment like I promised. He’ll pay every 12th because that’s when he’s paid. He’s never late on bills and he never really has any friends so don’t worry about late night parties, or hoes coming in and them making a racket.” With that, I turned my back on Gerald, feeling his beady gaze on my back.

I heard Emmaline say, “That’s your landlord?” I nodded, slowly. “Dude, he’s so creepy!”

Heaven whispered to us, “I don’t like him! He’s ugly.”

I cracked up and patted Heaven’s hair. “You’re a cutie, Heaven, a total cutie!”

I looked up only to see a big fat RV. Compared to other RV’s this one is like a mansion. It could fit at least ten to twelve people, which is more than we need. I could tell that it was a high-priced RV. Management probably wanted them to be comfortable in a traveling vehicle, so they got them this one. I saw Harry dragging my last duffle bag up the RV stairs. I looked at Emmaline who set down Heaven and told her, “Go on the RV, sweetie! Go tackle Niall!”

From there, we shared a look. Grins began to spread on our faces and we shared one thought. ‘Race ya!’ We ran towards the huge vehicle at full speed. I managed to trip Emmaline and get a head start on the stairs before Emmaline squeezed by me, sticking her tongue out at me. Damn her and her skinniness! I wasn’t a stick figure like Em.

I slowed my pace down and walked up the stairs only to see the familiar green/blue eyes and the massive head of curls. Of course, I’ve never known these boys personally (except Louis), but I was hit in the face by their faces almost every day. Girls had posters of them on their doors in my apartment, their music was blasting everywhere, and their faces were plastered on the internet and covers of girls’ facebook's everywhere.

“Hi,” I waved to Harry.

He smiled cheekily at me, “I usually wouldn’t go for red-head’s but damn you’re fine!”

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he was the flirt and the ‘heart-throb’ of the group, the guy every girl dreamed of having, the guy every girl wanted to love. Yep, I thought, just like I thought. I pushed passed him and sat down in one of the booths. I wanted to pour myself a drink of Vodka horribly right now, but I didn’t think I should around Heaven. Plus, it was so early in the day, too. No reason to get drunk.

Liam sat down next to me. He had this wavy, dirty blonde, almost brown hair. He was pretty handsome if I say so myself, but none of these boys were my type. Except Louis... “Hi,” he said, “You must be Melanie, right? Emmy’s friend. I’m Liam.”

“I know,” I scoffed. “You’re like... everywhere on girls’ facebook.”

Liam smirked, “You’re a sarcastic little thing, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head shortly. “Yup! Sarcasm is my game, and I think you’re lame!” I quoted my famous quote. I laughed and pulled out my phone as I felt it vibrate.

I had a new direct message on Twitter. I never get those! I opened Twitter up and checked my direct messages. It was from... Louis Tomlinson? What the heck? Curious, I opened it and began to read it. ‘I hope you realize that i still don’t want you to be in my life. Stay away from me.’ My heart dropped as soon as I finished reading the last words.

I couldn’t help but think, What did I ever do for Lou to hate me?