After our conversation we just talk about our hobbies and make a little bit small talk. I find out that he also loves to read. He has a big bookshelf in his childhood home but sadly he can't find enough time to read.
When he's on tour, well, then he is on tour with all the other lads around and not much time for himself and much noise. I heard they act creepy on tour.
At days of he has generally meetings.
But when he has free time he does read very much. He loves reading nearly every kind of books, only exclusion are criminal books.
He also loves those old kind of books, like some of Jane Austen or Charles Dickens, which are also in my bookshelf many in stock.
I told him that I have bought the complete work of Jane Austen's novels, in the penguin covers. They’re hands down the most beautiful books.
Those covers are soo beautiful, I can tell you! Every single one of them has one specific thing on the front and back, for example has the book “Mansfield Park” (My favorite) ropes on the cover. It is blue with white ropes. I don't know, it isn't really something special, but I just love it the most. The books are also in a special way made, I don't really know what it is right now, the name just won't come up. But they are pretty small but very very perfect. I haven’t read them yet, but I’m going to. It’s just that my list of books to read is so large! And it’s still growing, that’s the problem. I mean, like I said, all the seven books from Jane Austen are to read, with some others. And I just ordered three new ones. Well, I’m not sorry for that.
So enough. I keep on daydreaming and already thinking about the assignation, when it is just like fifteen minutes ago when he was here. I go downstairs to check on my phone. It has two new snapchats. One is from Clary and it is just some pictures of her asking how my encounter went. The selfies she sends me say enough to me that she is very excited and will explode soon if I don't give her what she wants.
The other one is from Harry and he just sends a selfie. I send him one back.
I dial Clary's number in my phone and she takes it off at the second ring.
“Hey girl, he left, you can come over now.”
“Yeah I will, I just came back from shopping with my cousin, otherwise I would've came over sooner. I was dying to know what the two of you needed to discuss so urgently,” She chuckles in the speaker, „Bye.”
Jake is still in the kitchen, baking something.
“Bro, what ya doin'”
“I tried myself in baking, I'm quite proud of myself. Taste.”
He made some kind of cupcakes. Banana cupcakes. Mmmh. They are pretty delicious.
“You should bake more often, I like your skills.”
“Yes, I realized that one of us needs to make something bigger out of their life and since you don't plan on doing so…”
“Oh, fuck you. I'm great in many things, you know that! Don't be such a douche.”
“Ow! That hurt! Don't hurt me like this!” he says with a played look of hurt on his face, touching his heart with his free hand.
“Who hurt who?” the voice behind me startles me.
“GOD, Clarissa, don't you know this thing by the door, it's called RING, maybe you should use it for once!”
“Nah, I'm fine. Thanks though.” Clary states with no regrets on her face.
“Grab a cupcake, come upstairs.” I command her.
In my room I tell her every single detail of mine and Harry's chat and when I come to the point where I made him promise me this one thing, the phone rings.
I read the number but don't know who it is. It could be Harry, I didn't save his number.
And it is him.
“Hello my dear fellow. I just wanted to tell you that the band is totally okay with you and your friend coming over on Thursday. We will all meet at Niall's place. I will send you the address per email.”
“Hi! Wait. You don't have my mail. And my friend is called Clarissa. Remember that or we can't stay friends. No, just kidding, sorry.”
“Whatever. Would you mind giving me your email?”
“Sure. I'll write a message.”
Clary looks at me after I finish the phone call. I had it on speaker.
“Mel, you two already sound so like best friends. And he interrupted our heart-to-heart and you said nothing ‘bout it. Usually you freak out. What happened?”
On Thursday morning Clary and I are sitting in the train to the address that Harry sent me. As we go out of the train, we realize that this isn't really what we expected. We expected Niall's house to be in a big city, like New York or something, but maybe he has something more afield, like this. Who knows how many houses he owns?
But this is different. It is silent. With many trees and not many buildings. In fact, it is some kind of rich people accommodation.
The house with the address is a big mansion with big windows and a large garden in the background. It is surrounded by hedges which shield the house and the people inside from the curious peeks of the people wandering past.
This mansion probably costs more than my whole life.
We ring the door. When we hear footsteps inside, that's when we get nervous.
We really will meet the boys. I mean THE BOYS. ONE DIRECTION. And this very privately, very personal, and we did pay nothing. Others pay hundreds of dollars for seeing them backstage at a concert when they don’t have much time and even less energy or desire to hang out with unknown people. Additionally you always have the feeling that they only do it for the money. In this situation, you can’t say it.
The door opens and a young man with styled up hair appears. It’s Josh Devine.
“Oh, hey, you are Clarissa and Melodie? We're already expecting you. Follow me.”
“Yes, that's us.”
We follow him through the house and look around. It is very beautiful. It is decorated not with what you expect in a mansion like this. Well, usually you don't expect such a young man to own such a big house anyway. But nevertheless it is decorated with things a 20 year old man would like.
There are also extraordinarily many pictures in the place. Pictures of family members, friends and even some fans. There are pictures of him and fans on the wall. He really has pictures of his FANS on the wall. How cute is that?!
We walk up the big stairs and towards a room where voices can be heard.
When the drummer opens the door, it is immediately silent.
Clarissa and I don't care, we just take in our surroundings. Our living surroundings. The people. One Direction.
The first person that I see is Harry, sitting on the window ledge and watching out of the window. He looks up when we enter, his eyes immediately falling on me. He begins smiling.
The second thing is that everything is crashing on me. I see Liam, I see Zayn, and I see Niall and Louis. I see perfection.
Clary's POV:
I'm walking in the room and my eyes find the man that I always wanted to meet. His eyes are such a deep and clear blue that you can get lost in them. The flaxen colour of his hair is longer than I knew on all the images, styled up so it is a few inches longer.
Not even in my wildest dreams did I think about meeting him. Never did I think I would encounter him in his private house with all the others; though I only have eyes for the dorky boy sitting in a plush armchair, looking at me. I zone out the outside world for a little while, feeling a little dizzy. It’s a dream come true.
But standing here in front of him is something completely different from when you see him performing life on a stage or seeing pictures of him or interviews. The fact that he is less than ten feet away from me finally clicks in.
Even when you stare at a hundred pictures of him, it is not the same, emphasis on not. On stage, on pictures, or what else the world looks at to see the boys, you don’t ever see everything. They have make-up on in publicity, here not.
I can see his flaws. It’s kind of reassuring that he is not as perfect as everyone sees him as. He has a slight acne on beside his eyes and on his chest. The marking low-cut t-shirts he is always wearing show that.
“H – Hi together.” Melodie stutters. I don't blame her, I'm nervous myself.
All of the boys start smiling, obviously finding the thought of making 16 year old girls nervous entertaining. Yes, very funny, indeed.
Harry starts speaking.
“Uhm, hi. So lads, this is Melodie. I promised her a few days ago that she and her friend Clarissa could meet us once. So I invited them here.”
“To my house.” Niall puts in, a little frustrated.
He hasn't looked up from where he is sitting and watching the fireplace burn the wood. But now he does. His eyes firstly find Melodie and he smiles at her to decrease the sour mood he is in.
Than he looks at me and smiles again. I think I'm going to faint!
Harry walks over to Melodie and starts talking to her about something I don't know. They go around the other boys and talk to every of them.
Niall comes over to me.
“Hi girl, why don't you get to know the other boys like your friend?”
“Ehm, I a – am. I mean … I talk to you right now, don't I?” I say. Normally I am not so nervous, but I mean, it’s One Direction. It's Niall here. And I sound rude.
He chuckles: “Yeah you are. Soo, what do you think of our music taste? How did you become a fan?”
I immediately begin to babble about how much I like their music, how much they inspire me. I talk about my favorite songs of every album, about what I disliked about them.
“You know, I really was sad when I realized that for example in Take Me Home, you barely had any singing to do. And Louis too.”
“Someone said my name. Clarissa isn't it?” the voice behind me startles me. I turn around and see messy brown hair and blue eyes. What a combination.
“Yeah, it is Clarissa. But please call me Clary. Wow, this is all so much! I never thought I would ever meet anyone of you!” A grin is over my face, and I can’t stop it from spreading, nor do I want to.
“It's a pleasure to meet fans. Any day.” Niall puts in.
“Yes, and this is even something other. We don't do this usually, such personal meetings. But with it, you get to know why people like your music, how you inspired them, what they like and dislike about you.” Louis attaches.
After out little conversation I walk over to the others to talk to them. Zayn is next. His tanned face with the long eyelashes and the full lips makes him look like a sex symbol. Well, he looks like an angel, a perfect angel.
“Hello Clary. I heard that I could call you this so I hope you don't think it's not nice or something. I am Zayn, but I think you already know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah I already know who you are. I mean, who doesn't? Now that I finally get the chance to talk to you, I want to tell you how much you mean to me. When I am sad or just confused or anything negative really, I just listen to your music or watch funny moments on YouTube of you, and I get happier by the second. Or I watch The Adventurous Adventures of One Direction. Did you ever see them? They're so good. I wish this man would continue to make them, I wonder how he would draw you nowadays. I ...”
“Hey Clary, did someone ever tell you that you talk too much?” Niall says behind my back and I turn around to see him smiling at me. I start blushing but reply anyway.
“Yea, but I talk normally in comparison to Mel. I only talk so much about things that I like very much, things that inspire me. Oh...”
“Nah, she talks more than me normally, you nearly can't stop her.” Mel puts in.
Do this people all listen to me or what? Go search your own hobbies.
I begin talking to Niall again and he asks me if I want to see the house. Of course I say yes, and we leave the room.
He walks along the long corridor and in a room full of books which seems like a library to me. My eyes widen at the big supply of books he has in here. It is everything here, from thriller over criminal books over old novels to fantasy books. Fantasy. The world that I like to escape to the most.
The bookshelves reach to the top of the extraordinarily high room. It isn't the biggest room in this house I suppose, it's even smaller than the meeting room. When you enter, you see on the right and left of you bookshelves that cover nearly all of the wall. There are a few holes, where there are comfy armchairs and couches with old lamps beside them.
On the ground there is an old carpet and the floor is made of wood. On the direct opposite of the door, so the first thing you see is a window front. The windows in this room seem much older than in the other room. In the middle of the room are again some chairs and couches, on which I want to sit down immediately. I turn around in the big room until my eyes fall on Niall.
It is like a library out of a fairy tale.
“I knew you would like it here, Harry told me that Melodie told him that you like books more than most things. So I thought that you'd like it here.”
“It is freaking perfect I -” I stop talking and start hugging him. He is surprised and so am I, but he starts hugging me back anyway. I don't know what came over me but I was just so happy that a person I like so much shares the same interests like me.
I don't even want to see the other rooms just now, I want to talk with him about his favorite books, what he is reading at the moment. Just books, I want to talk about books now.
“Wow, ehm, sorry I startled you, I was just so happy. What kind of books do you like the most?”
“Hehe, no problem, I liked it. I nearly read every kind of books, but my favorites are love stories. I know, may sound cheesy but it's the truth. I like how they tell about things that can really happen in real life. I don't say here that I don't like fantasy, I do, but I like true stories more.”
“Love stories? Oh, how cute! I never thought ever that you would like love stories! But I also never thought that you'd like to read so much that you've got your own library. It's just … wow!”
I'm really unable to speak, I'm so happy right now!
“Yup, only a few people really understand my passion with books. I thought I would show it to you, maybe you would understand.”, his look is passionate, maybe even a little frightened for my answer.
“I do.”
His face lights up with a big smile and he starts walking towards the back of the room.
“I even got here a secret room that only I and Harry know, it contains some very rare and old books. The beautiful ones. But unfortunately I can't show them to you, they're my precious. Sorry.” The wooden floorboards creak when we walk around the room.
I make a played pouty face but understand his intentions. I nearly don't let people borrow my books, because I'm afraid that they will get hurt. I'm super careful of my books.
Mel's POV:
I saw Clary leaving the room with Niall, I suppose they're out to see the house. They would be a cute couple. And Clarissa would put so much passion in this relationship. Wow, stop dreaming Mel, don't go too far with your thoughts.
But I ship them.
“... so what do you think?” Harry looks down at me with questioning eyes.
“Oh, sorry I wasn't paying any attention, what did you say?”
“Uhm, I thought … I thought that we could perhaps meet again? Since we have both spare time and not much to do, I mean, that's what friends do right? Hang out with each other.”
The butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter but I subdue this feel, he said it was only as friends, I don't expect much.
“Yeah, that would be nice. You already know that I have nothing to do, so anytime is a good time. I would do nothing really, just watch some series. How about next Wednesday?”
“Hmm, yes that fits … you said you liked watching series … what kind of? I like the series Supernatural, but I don't know if you know what it is ...”
“Actually I know it. Well, I heard of it, but didn't watch it now. Everybody keeps talking about it, so I will watch it sooner or later. My favorite series are Teen Wolf and Pretty Little Liars. I absolutely love them!”
“I know you one day, and I already love how you speak so passionately about the things you like. Well, obsess I need to say.”
“Hey! I'm not obsessed! I am just very dedicated...” No, I am obsessed. “Anyway, where should we meet at? For Wednesday I mean.”
“Well, I was thinking that we could go to a cinema? There's this movie, I forgot the name, but I thought we could go watch It.” his features aren't as soft as I expected them to be.
“Hey, are you nervous? You shouldn't be, it's just me. We're friends, right? So behave like one of my friends.”
“Calm down. Will you come with me?”
“I don't know, doesn't this is -”
“No, Mel, I will find a way so we can make it. I would buy out the whole cinema if I have to.” his words are an opposition from what his face says. He is getting angry, I didn't want to cause that.
“Sorry. Yes. I believe you. When, where and what?”
“Wednesday, at the London museum theatre and I already told you that I forgot the name,” he says with a strained voice while rolling his eyes.
“Look, when you continue to be in such a sour mood I will think about it twice if I really want to go, okay? If you behave like this, it won't be any fun. So calm down and I will come with you.” I am now angry myself, walking away from him, otherwise I would surely say something that I would regret later in the evening.
I walk back in the room but there is no one inside. I don't even know where the hell Clarissa is.
The chatter from downstairs gives me the clue that I need. In the kitchen there are three of the boys, Liam, Louis and Zayn, cooking something. They can cook?
“Hey, what you cooking? Smells nice in here.”
“We're making the famous One Direction me -”
“Mel, I'm sorry I acted like a dick. Forgive me. The movie's called “The Best of Me”, I'm sure you already heard of It.” the man in the door frame tells me, not caring enough to see that I'm in a conversation.
“Okay. Sounds great.”
Leaving the room in search of Clary, I find them in a big room which seems like a bathroom. What the hell are they doing in a bathroom? He's showing her the house of course, what a nice guy. I will let them for themselves, I don't wanna interrupt their insularity. I don't want to destroy their newly bond friendship.
“Melodie, what's up, you seem troubled.”
Turning around and seeing the boy with the shortest hair, I answer him honestly.
“Nah, it's nothing really. Harry did just get a bit angry and so was I. But I was overacting, sorry that I caused a scene down there.”
“Oh, it's no problem dear. He told me that you always think he can't go out in public because he is so famous. That's not quite real, we're not always mobbed by fans. And when you are with someone so popular, it can get quite difficult. Our girls know this the best.”
My confused look shows him that I don't really understand what he's talking about,
“For slow people: With our girls, I mean our girlfriends. Eleanor, Perrie and the most beautiful of all, Sophia.
You can always talk to them, I find the thought interesting how you would work. You should get to know them. Really, they're nice girls. And if you say anything against my Sophia, don't tell me or you'll have a problem.” the wink and following smile say that he isn't that serious, but I still better like his girlfriend.
“That'd be nice, thanks Liam.”
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