“Okay. Rule #1: You are always right. Rule #2-”

“Is there going to be a test on these rules?” Freya questioned, slouching in her chair. She came back home from a long day’s work in the office. Isaac wouldn’t shut up about these gorgeous girls he met in the club last night … he was talking about how gigantic their features were and how elegant their attire were. Not to mention, how the girls were all seductive and sassy. Freya would have preferred stabbing herself in the foot then listen to him praising those girls. Her fingertips were massaging her stiff temple.

“Why do you ask?” he asked, leaning his arms on the coffee table.

“Because I believe I don’t have the time-”

“Look,” he cut her sentence off, “Don’t be telling me ‘I don’t have the time’ shit. I flew over the Atlantic Ocean to help you win this guy, Ian’s heart.”

“Isaac,” Freya emphasized, her arms were across her chest.

“Whatever,” he countered, “What I am saying to you is. You,” he pointed straight at me, “were the one who called me.” He pointed at himself. “Not the other way around.”

Freya ran her hand through her strawberry blonde hair in frustration.

He is right. I was the one who called him. I am the person who pulled him out of his upcoming tour, setting his tour dates back, for a couple of weeks. I was the one who kept that stupid phone number of his from high school.

“So,” he said, “You still in?”

Freya bit her lip, nervously while running her fingers on top of the coffee table. He was reading her like an open book. No doubt about it, he could tell Freya was a nervous wreck. He knew what to do. He let out a cough as he pushed his chair back. Her clear blue eyes watched his every move.

“Well, I guess that is enough for me. Guess, I will be heading back to England where I need to prepare for the tour.” He was walking towards the front door. Freya was shell-shocked by his sudden abruptness and horrible tolerance of being patient. His hand was on the doorknob turning it, slowly. It was pure torture for Freya.

This is your opportunity! If he leaves, you will never be with Isaac.

Her heart dropped down into her stomach. “Wait!”

Swiftly, she got up from her seat and stood in front of him.

“Yes,” he answered, a devious smirk upon his lips.

Freya’s hands turned into raging fists at her side. She took a deep breath in. “I’m in.”

“Are you sure, love?” he asked, “Because there is no backing out of it. Once you are in, you can’t go back. That’s the deal. You going to take it?”

Freya stared deep in his clear, pure blue eyes. She knew what was at stake … to follow her dream or to keep living her normal, safe life.

“Yes,” she answered him, “I’m sure.”

He grinned ear-to-ear showing off his gorgeous teeth he was born with. “Good, then let’s get started!” he replied, walking back over towards his seat from the beginning.

Freya stayed in his position wondering if she made the right decision.

“Hello! Earth to Freya! Get your bum, over here! Lesson time!” he shouted, throughout the flat.
She chuckled.

“Hello!! I don’t have all day, love! Get your bum, over here, now!”

I guess I picked the right person to teach me sass.

She walked back over towards the coffee table. There sat on the seat, the boy who shared drama class with Freya in high school, one of the biggest sensations of this time in music, the one and only, Louis Tomlinson from One Direction.

Notes

Hello.

I know what you are thinking. It has been forever since I've updated in any of my stories. I'm sorry. College has been pretty hectic and keeping me busy. And I am working on the next chapter in Twisted Wish. But, I wanted to post this story on here. I was thinking … I have this on wattpad why not share it on here? So I am doing so. Haha.

But, I could change my mind and take it down later.

On the off side, I don't think I will be doing that. I really hope you enjoy the Prologue! Please don't hesitant to ask questions or leave a comment. And if you see any grammar or pun cation mistakes, please tell me. I want to improve on my writing as much as I can.

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this. :)

Happy Thanksgiving! (or Happy Thursday if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving). :D