"Come on," I mutter to myself as I drive around aimlessly.

I’ve been in England for two days and have still not seen the College of Music and Drama. I was sent to England from America to study abroad my senior year of university. I’d always wanted to stay somewhere in the UK, and it would help me get my college diploma - that is, if I ever found the fucking place. I’d driven from London to where my GPS thought the college was at. And it just so happened to be my luck that the place my navigation device decided was the destination, was not, actually, the place I needed to be. At 2 AM last night I decided that I had to sleep, and the only place to stay was my car. I didn’t have enough money for a motel room. It was now 8 PM the next evening and rain was pouring down from the blackened skies.

If my cellphone hadn't been lost on the flight I would have gladly called someone for help. But seeing as it was smashed to bits under a falling suitcase, I had no contact anywhere back home. I’m was sure my Mom would be worried about me, but seeing as she’d gone weeks without hearing from me, I assumed she wasn’t too concerned at the moment. I sighed and pushed my long black hair out of my face. As soon as I find this place I’m going to the nearest AT&T Store and purchasing a new cellphone.

”Lyric,” I said out loud, turning the radio down. “What are you going to do?”

Talking to myself never helped matters. I rolled my eyes and shut my mouth, turning down a new road. Brick houses tightly packed together lined the streets. I imagined that some of the locals might be able to give me directions. However, at the gas station I had stopped in, residents weren’t very nice. I didn’t want to knock on the wrong door.

I took a deep breath and pulled over to the nearest house. It had only one car in the driveway. I could handle one person. I parked the car and got out, grabbing the map I had purchased. Slowly, I walked up to the door, my converse slapping against the wet concrete. I had to shield the map with my tan coat to insure that it wouldn’t become drenched from the downpour. Hastening my pace, I came to a stop in front of the door and rang the doorbell. I began to open the map in the hopes that whoever opened the door could just quickly draw me a route to follow.

I could hear the door opening. I continued to fidget with the map.

”Can I help you, love?” A voice asked with a peppy British accent.

”Yeah, hi," I said. "I’m actually lost and I was wondering if you could - oh, shit. ” I looked up from my map and stared.

”If I could…?” The blue eyed boy asked, smirking and raising his eyebrows.

My head was spinning. I knew him. This complete stranger. I knew him. What a small world. The corners of my vision had gone black.

”You’re… you’re… Louis.” I muttered before I felt myself fall backward and my world go dark.

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Black. I couldn't see anything but black.

”Wake up, silly!” I told myself.

My eyelids fluttered as I awoke, thoroughly confused on what had happened. The last thing I remembered I was going to ask directions from - Oh. I was going to get directions from One Direction. Or 1/5 of One Direction anyhow.

Oh my God.

I sat straight up and hit my head off something hard. There was a loud grunt and a string of curse words. Both from my mouth and another. I looked up as I cradled my likely bruised forehead. I was on a big, fluffy, red couch and Louis Tomlinson was right next to me, laying on the ground. Damn it.

”Damn it,” Louis muttered, holding his nose. ”Well, I don't think you broke it, but I'm loosing blood. How am I ever going to survive?” He said sitting up.

”I’m so sorry,” I said, blushing. I was completely embarrassed, if it were possible I would have folded in on myself. “Can I go get you an ice pack or something?” I looked around the room. It seemed like it was a normal living room. There were a few chairs and another couch, a flat screen TV, and a coffee table. There were also a couple of bookshelves at the back of the room, and a large china cabinet with porcelain trinkets inside. But it was Louis Tomlinson's living room.

"I think I’d better do that myself,” Louis gave me a strange look and stood up. “You stay right here.” He exited the room to my left, through a tall doorway.

I took a deep breath. I was inside of Louis Tomlinson’s home. Louis Tomlinson, or otherwise known as my favorite member of One Direction. Not that I didn’t love them all, but Louis had always kept a special place in my heart. I was drawn towards the way he acted, loving life and comical. That and I thought that he was incredibly sexy. Not that I would ever let him find any of this out.

"Think fast," I looked up to see Louis tossing an ice pack in my direction. He had his own and a towel to clean up the blood that was coming from his nose. I caught the ice and put it up to my head.

"Good catch," Louis sat down in a chair next to the couch. "You know, you've got a hard head."

I didn't feel like laughing, I was still slightly mortified. "I am so sorry." I said again. Repetition might cause the blush in my cheeks to subside.

"Don't worry about it," He said, preoccupied with cleaning the blood.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you. And I - "

"I said it's fine." He stopped and looked at me. "What's your name, eh?"

I gulped. "Um,"

Louis got out of the chair, throwing the towel down behind him. He walked over and sat down on the couch, turning my way. He threw one of his arms up on the back of the couch and leaned back, placing the ice pack over his nose with the other arm. He cleared his throat.

"Now," He said, looking at me. "What do you call yourself? Or should I just call you by your gender?" There was a sparkle in his eye. "Hey girl," He nodded his head at me and tried to give me a sensual look.

My stomach did flips. "I'm Lyric Cole," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Lyric!" He leaned forward. "That's quite the name." He leaned back. "Lyric..."

"Alright," I said, standing up. "Well, I'm going to go. Thanks for not leaving me out in the rain earlier." The thought of me passing out caused the blush on face to grow even more.

"Wait," Louis shot up. "Didn't you need something?"

I stopped and blinked. "Yeah, I did actually."

"Well, what was it?" He stood in front of me.

"I'm lost." I said. "I've been driving around England for two days. Last night I had to sleep in my car."

"Where are you going?" Louis's eyebrows furrowed and took the ice pack away from his face.

"I'm - um - I'm supposed to be at the College of Music and Drama."

Louis studied me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I had no problem with it. Finally he shook his head as if agreeing to something and met my eyes.

"You're a musician or an actress?"

"Both. I'm to studying Musical Theatre. I'm here for my final year."

"And you're from America?"

"If you couldn't tell by my accent, yes."

Louis shook his head and gave me a crooked smile. "It's a a couple hours from here. I'm surprised you're this far away."

"My GPS is a piece of shit. It took me to the middle of nowhere."

"Ah, evil pieces of technology those things are."

"You have no idea." I shook me head. "So, do you think that you could give me directions?"

Louis looked at me like he was thinking about something important. I waited, but he said nothing.

"Would you?"

Louis walked over to me so that he was right in front of my face. I took a step back, but he followed me with a crooked grin on his face.

"Stop moving, Lyric."

My heart started to race when my name came out of his mouth. It was like I had just finished running a marathon. I gulped and stood my ground. Louis eyes looked into mine, they were sweet with a mischievous glint.

"It's too far for you to drive tonight."

"I can go, really. Once I get there I'll - "

"It's too far a drive." He cut me off. Putting his arm around my shoulder he led me back over to the couch and helped me sit. "Now, I'll tell you how to get to the college if you do me two favors."

Oh sweet lord, Louis Tomlinson wanted two favors from me. My mind couldn't help but stray to sex. I mean, come on, I'm a fangirl. Louis's my favorite. I couldn't help it. I snapped myself out of it.

"Which would be?"

"The first one is that I want to hear you sing." He gave me a big grin.

I blinked a couple of times before it sank in. He wanted me to sing for him. I don't get stage fright often, normally a little pang before a big performance, but other than that nothing. This was the worst I'd ever had it. I was what I guess you could call starstruck. I didn't want to mess up and embarrass myself.

"Oh, I don't know about that. You don't want to hear me sing."

"You're a performer, I'm a performer. I want to hear." He shook his head encouragingly.

"Do you have a piano?" I asked. He should, he plays the instrument.

"Come on, I'll take you." He stood up and exited to the right.

I followed him through the door a smaller room. It had a piano in it and shelves filled with music. This was definitely heaven. I stood in aw for a moment before Louis pushed me towards the piano.

"Um, what song do you want me to play?" I looked back at him.

"Surprise me." He smiled.

What would I perform? I could do something from a musical, since I was in musical theatre. But that didn't seem appropriate for the moment. Then it struck me. I'd just play from my favorite band. I quickly thought of a song I knew how to play by heart. I sat down at the piano and began to play. The piano chords felt good under my fingers. I'd been over a week since I'd played and my fingers had been aching for the keys.

Throughout the song I could feel my soul spew from me. It came from my fingertips and feel from my lips. I put myself into the song. It was habit, a habit that I never wanted to break. Not only did it make the song sound wonderful, but it was such a rush and affected my soul.

" Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Why'd you have to wait?
To find me, to find me"

I finished the song and stood up with a small smile on my face. Louis was leaning against one of the bookshelves with an astonished look on his face. I blushed and looked down at the ground.

"What'd you think?" I asked.

"Lyric," I looked up at him. "That was beautiful." His eyes were damp.

"Louis, are you crying!?" I felt the disbelief on my face.

"It's dust." He wiped his eyes and winked. Then things went back to my talents. "You seriously need a spotlight of your own. Center stage."

I smiled and hair feel in my face. I was still a little embarrassed from playing in front of one of my favorite celebrities, so I didn't brush it back.

"Well that's what I'm going to college for, so..." I trailed off and bite my lip.

Louis just stood smiling at me. It was weird. I never thought that I would meet Louis Tomlinson, let alone be in his house, have given him a bloody nose, and have performed a song for him.

"The Fray is my favorite band." He said finally.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep, I've loved 'em for a long time."

"I didn't know that. That's cool. I like them too."

Louis smiled at me.

"So," I began. "What's the second favor?"

Louis straightened himself. His eyes gleamed. "It's too long a drive for you tonight, and I don't want you to have to sleep in your car. Why don't you stay here for the night? Then I can give you directions in the morning?"

My jaw dropped. He wanted me to spend the night. He wanted me to spend the night. At his house. Where he would also be staying. I began to stutter and stumble over my words. Louis laughed at my incoherent vocals.

"It's settled." He grabbed me by the wrist. "Come on, I'll show you your room. You can have a shower while I get the stuff from your car."

When did I die and go to heaven?

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