Chapter 8
I went to Louis. He was at his place. I knocked on the door. No answer. I used the key that Eleanor gave me, when she was dating Louis, so I could get her if I needed her. I wandered into the massive house.
'Hello?' I said, echoing. I heard laughter coming from upstairs. I walked up the staircase turning my head in different directions to find where it's coming from. I found the source of the noise but it was behind lock doors. I put my ear to the door to hear two voices
'Did you know that Eleanor used to scratch her foot when she was nervous!' A familiar voice said.
'Oh my fuck! Really!?' A woman's voice laughed.
'Yeah! I'm glad its over with her!' the familiar voice said.
'DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY SISTER! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!' I screamed. I charged down the stairs. I charged down a bit too quickly. So quickly that I crashed into a closet. I ended up with a pink wig on my head, with sunglasses and holding a mop. I was just about to take that all off when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it. Eleanor stood there.
'Hi is Louis home?' She asked,'Hang on who are you? If you're that Esther then I am gonna KI-'
'No, No No!' I said in a crappy foreign accent,'I'm...' I looked around the hall for inspiration. I saw a leaflet for a take-away, indian place called Arzoo.
'I'm Arzoo...' I said looking around for a surname. I saw a mirror.
'Mirror! I'm Arzoo Mirror, zee person who cleans zee house.' I said turning slightly french.
'Oh. He never had a cleaner.' Eleanor said, puzzled.
'Well I'm new and zen I got zee sack.' I said pouting.
'Then why on earth are you holding a mop?'
'Oh oui! Umm.. Oui! I wanted a souvenir to show zat I have been inside zee Louis Tomlinson's house!'
'So you took a mop?'
'Well I figured he wouldn't miss it!' I started going American.
'So where exactly are you from?'
'Um... I'm... French Canadian! Oui! So sometimes I speak 'La Francais' and other times I'm a totes Canadian babe!' I winked at her,'Now if you will excusez-moi I will have to vamoosh!' I said.
'Ok?' She said.
'It was nice meeting you! Now au revoir!' I dashed through the door and into to my car. I waved and she waved awkwardly back. I set off for home. When I arrived I threw the pink wig on the stairs and put the sunglasses on the sunglasses rack.
'Bobby! Bobby! You'll never guess what happened to me!' I ran into the living room. Bobby was sitting on the sofa snoring.
'BOBBY! WAKE UP!' I shouted. He fell off the sofa.
'Woah! Keep that voice to yourself in the future, Juliet.' He said rubbing his back while getting up.
'I'm sorry.'
'Now what was so important that you had to wake me up from my deep, deep, deep slumber? And why are you holding a mop?'
'It's a long story that I'm about to explain!' I said throwing the mop into the corner.
'Go on?'
'Well... As you know I went to Niall's place to tell him the news.'
'Yes?'
'He didn't take it so well...'
'Oh dear. What did he do?'
'He called me a whore and slapped me and his new girlfriend called me a prostitute because I married young!' I sobbed my heart out.
'Come here,' Bobby soothed as he pulled me into a hug,'New girlfriend? Well that's news to me!'
'Yeah and she's really pretty!'
'Definitely not as pretty as you!' Its times like this when I really loved Bobby.
'Also I went to see Louis to see if he could help and I saw my sister! I told her I was a French-Canadian called Arzoo Mirror!'
Bobby laughed and I gave him the look,'Sorry not funny. Totally not funny!' He said inbetween sniggers. I broke apart the hug and started pacing the room.
'Bobby, what am I going to do! If Eleanor sees me again things will be ruined!'
'Maybe you could change what you look like?'
'Yes! Plastic surgery! I'll be fat with warts and-'
'No! Not that far! I only meant like maybe dye your hair and wear glasses and change your style a little!'
'Good idea! Do you know a good hair stylist that could do my hair?'
'Well she did just win the 'Hairdresser of the year award!' because she did Harry Styles's new style! Her name is Lexi Stiles and she's very good!'
'Book her! Please?'
'Ok fine but if anything goes wrong its your own fault!'
'Ok!'