“It's time to wake up.” My mother's voice cooed, gently shaking my shoulders. I groaned in response. “Ella, sweetheart, wake up.” She responded to my groan.
“It's too early, I don't wanna die today. School blows.” I replied, rolling over onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow beside me. My mother sighed, standing up and walking towards the door, but before she left she said something that brightened my entire day.
“Your brother is here to take you to school.”
I jumped from my bed sliding my slippers on and pulling a bra on. Rather be safe than sorry, who knows he could've brought his entire band along. I ran down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. In my kitchen standing at the table was my older twin brother, Louis. “Lou!” I screamed, causing him to turn around, grinning madly. I ran toward him and jumped on him, tackling him in a bear hug. He leaned against the wall for support from my surprise jump, but caught me and held my tight.
“Hey there El!” Louis said, chuckling. “I missed you, little shit.”
“Oi.” My mum protested, waving the spatula in her hand at my brother warningly. “Watch your mouth.” Louis smiled at her guiltily.
“I've been stuck in a tour bus with Irish-man Nialler over here for two years, give me some slack.” Louis replied, flicking his finger over his shoulder at four boys who all looked as guilty as the blond boy, his head tipped down. “I hope you don't mind, mum. I brought the boys home with me, and they all agreed they wanted to finish schooling before we went on our next tour.”
My mum, Catherine, looked not exactly happy, but education was always important to her, so she wouldn't refuse, “As long as they pay their own tuition.” She grumbled, “And find their own rooms, Lou you can stay in Ella's room on the air mattress, your friends can sort out who gets to share your room and the spare.” Catherine said, turning back around to her breakfast.
After my brother went off to X-Factor he'd been more rebellious. He still had the spotlight in the family, but he wasn't treated like a baby as much as before.
“I'll show you guys around while El gets ready. It may take her awhile. You know how girls are.” Louis said with a smirk, earning a death glare from me. I jumped off his back, which was where I had ended up at, and walked towards the stairs, but not before sticking my tongue out at him and running up the stairs. “I hope she falls.” He mumbled.
“I heard that!” I yelled back. Ah, yes. The family banter was returning to its normal state. I quickly went to my room and rummaged through my drawers, picking out pieces of clothing to wear. Although it was fall, the weather was rather warm in Cheshire and I felt like wearing something nice. Digging in the depths of my closet, giving up hope on my dresser, I found a light pink mullet dress, with a silver belt at the synched waist. Since my dress had spaghetti straps, I had to wear a jean jacket, otherwise my dress was against school dress code. Ugh, stupid school. I also slipped my cream combat boots on, and zipped up the back. I looked in the mirror, happy with my look, then I looked at my hair. Oh what a mess. I released my hair from it's bun and ran my hands over the poofy mess. After I brushed it out, the relaxed, gentle curls fell to my elbows in tiny ringlets. I was so happy it didn't take much to calm the mop on my head called hair.
“And that is Ella's room, down at the end.” I heard Louis mumble from down the hallway, and I quickly applied a light bit of make-up. Then when I finished my make-up they were outside my door, and I could hear Harry explaining something to them, then the words became clearer. “Her real name is Arabella, but don't call her that or she may kill you..” Louis said with a tone of seriousness. I whipped open my door and glared at all five boys.
“Damn straight.” I mumbled, walking past them and down the stairs. “Hurry up you'll make us late!” I yelled, rummaging around for my backpack. Finally I found the floral bag from Love Pink, which my brother brought back from America, and shoved a few things inside, zipping it and throwing it over my shoulders. Soon enough the five boys came down the stairs and looked around again.
“Let's be off.” Louis said cheerily, walking towards the door. I followed after him, and out the door. I was completely and utterly disappointed when I saw a big black limousine outside the house with a driver inside. “The driver's name is James, El. He'll be driving us to school.”
“Darn...” I mumbled, climbing inside the vehicle. The seats were soft and leathery, and despite the fact they're usually freezing when you first sit down, they were very warm.
“Hey Ella, I'm going to introduce you to the boys.” Louis said, waving his hand in a gesture at the other boys.
“I already know.” The boys gave me a weird look, maybe like they thought I was a fan girl or something, “I go to school in a high school filled with freaky girls who live to watch you.” I responded calmly. Zayn and Liam looked repulsed, but Louis and Niall were silently laughing, holding their stomachs. Harry didn't seem very surprised, just slightly unhappy. The driver looked back, Harry nodded his head and the limousine rumbled to life and backed out of the drive way and rolled smoothly down the street.
“And also. Tonight mum is working third shift, so she won't be home when we go home from school or tonight, so I figured we could have out back to school party again. Maybe even invite a few other famous people along.” Louis said, giving me the look that said “Iloveyou.Pleasedon'ttellmomabouttheparty.” I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
“I won't be there tonight, I'm going to see a movie with someone.” I replied. “Plus we don't really want to-”
“No, no, no. You have to come! Bring your friends and that one girl, uh, Rachael.” Louis said, nodding his head quickly.
“No. Fucking. Way.” I replied. Rachael is the school slut. She's been with almost every single guy, but no one every seems to notice this except me. My brother was totally in love with her in junior high, but she was fine then. We used to be best friends until she took my prom date from me when we were sophomores in high school. John Flenor asked me to prom. He was a senior, which was kind of a big age difference, but we weren't dating, and we were going as friends. Then Rachael pushed herself in between John and I and flat out asked him if he would ask her to prom. John was a total sweetheart, and he told me he felt bad for her so I told him it was fine if he took Rachael. John ended up taking Rachael, which didn't really bother me since I had multiple guys asking me, but it just kind of pained me she would do that. Now John and Rachael are still together and he's in college, but just the distance makes it easier for Rachael to follow her slutty ways.
“Hello..? Earth to Ella. Ella, we're here. Arabella.” I heard a voice say. My thoughts drifted from Rachael and back to the boy who spoke to me.
“Don't call me Arabella.” I replied to Zayn, clenching my jaw, flinging open the door and stepping out.
Snap, snap. Flash, flash.
Cameras were everywhere and I was surrounded by people asking questions. “Arabella! Arabella! Over here! Where's your brother? Are you and Louis close? Can you sing too? Do you play any instruments?” The questions kept coming at me from various people. “Are you dating any of the other boys in the band? Niall? Liam? Zayn? Harry? Hello? Anybody?” Paparazzi yelled in my face over and over again. I continued to push my way through the crowd, but eventually people began to wave cameras in my face and scream at me. I continuously pushed through the crowd until a large hand reached for my waist, yanking me away from the crowd of people. I was relieved, and slightly amused because all the people looked confused, but then I was worried. I quickly spun around and the worry disappeared. There I saw my handsome boyfriend, Logan Monroe. His black curls were a mop on his head and his blue eyes sparkled like gems.
“Hey beautiful, how's the famous life?” He asked with a chuckle. I just shook my head, laughing.
“It's not me who's famous, it's Lou and his band.” I replied with a smile, hugging him. It felt great to hug him, I could smell his cologne, and the faint trace of another smell, but I couldn't put my finger on it. With all the shouting people and the smell off all the people pushing together made my nostrils hurt. I quickly pushed the thoughts from my head and snapped back to reality as Logan started talking.
“Oh, yeah. One Inflection or something right.” Logan said with a cute smirk.
“One Direction, Logan. Don't be an ass about it.” I replied, laughing at his comment. “Lou is really proud about this, don't ruin it for him.” I added, giving him a meaningful look. Logan just shook his head, chuckling.
“Whatever you say, sweet pea.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Logan looked over towards the boys whom were just now emerging from the limousine. “So, what are their names? The only one I know is Lou, and I haven't talked to him since he left for X-Factor.”
“Um... The blond one is Niall.”
“Neil?”
“Niall.” I said in a teacher-like voice, playfully pushing Logan's arm. “The dark haired one is Zayn. The caramel hair colored one next to Lou is Liam, and that one,” I said, flicking my finger at the curly haired boy with emerald eyes who made all the girls scream, “Is Harry Styles.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, looking at Logan. “Looks like you may have some competition around here Lo.”
“I'll be fine. I've got all I need right here.” Logan said, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my forehead. Although he looked calm, I knew he was unhappy about the newcomers.
“Let's go to class, we'll be late.” I said, taking Logan's hand in mine and pulling him forward.