Valerie's POV

The annoying ringtone of my phone wakes me up and I find myself lying in my underwear in the middle of Sandra’s bed. What the hell?

I try to silence the phone but it’s nowhere to be found. It is really annoying me though so I get up with the intention to look for the cell phone but I have this terrible hangover which makes me lie on the bed again. Sandra then comes into the room with a towel around her head and looks for my phone after she shakes her head smiling and looking at me.

-Thank you. – I tell her rubbing my forehead with eyes shut when she gives me my phone. – What time is it, Sandie?

-It’s half-past eleven and you are a raccoon with hangover. – I laugh and she smiles sweetly at me and caress my forehead. – There. – She points at the bed table where she has left a pill and a glass with water for me. Man, I love her. – Why don’t you go have a shower and get ready for us to go and have lunch?

I nod while I take a sib of water to swallow the pill down my throat. I don’t even remember what happened yesterday night but I give it a thought in the shower.

As I get out of the shower I feel like a new girl. The pill and the water running down my body and especially head have done their magic and now I just keep trying to remember everything that happened last night. Dave Franco happened last night. I smiled at the memory and realize I feel somewhat glorious. I mean, he is hot and he is way older than me (ten years to be exact) which makes him even hotter. What he saw in me I don’t know but I know I got lucky.

I decide on a pair of knee length bright jeans and a wide white t-shirt which let me show the upper part of my bra. I’ll wear a beautiful blue lace bra and some blue flip-flops. I’m letting my hair down because it is wet and grab my cell phone, the keys, the sunglasses and some money. I am paying for Sandra today.

After I picked Sandra up from her room where she was organizing her stuff, we hang out to this beautiful Saturday morning and went ahead to Sandra’s favourite restaurant where we have lunch while chatting a bit about everything and nothing. My phone starts ringing again and I realize I forgot to check it this morning. Even if it’s rude, I have to answer. It’s Roger.

-Hey, Roger. I’m sorry I didn’t reply. I hang out yesterday.

-No problem, I figured. Anyway it was to remind you that you have an interview at The Late Late show with James Corden tonight. – Holy shit. I totally forgot. I mean since when do I know about it? I’m lucky I have Roger; otherwise I would miss most of my dates. – You know you gotta go there a bit earlier so that they can check sound with you and make sure what they can and cannot ask you and stuff. Don’t be late, Val.

-I won’t. Thank you Roger.

I tell Sandra about it and we finish our lunch while I tell her about Dave last night. She then tells me she has to go to her Chinese class (I didn’t even know she was starting with Chinese to be honest) so I walk back home alone. I decide I rather go walking along the shore at the beach.

I think it’s time for me to check my cell phone and I see a text message from Dave, three missed calls from Roger and a bunch of texts from Louis Tomlinson. Dave was just asking me if I got save home but he is just probably making sure I did give him my number. I don’t even know why I did to be honest. I read Tomlinson's texts and find out One Direction is also invited to The Late Late Show tonight so we will meet there. It really lightens the fact that I have to do this interview. I don’t particularly enjoy talk shows, apart from interviews with Jimmy Fallon because he is hilarious, but knowing I’ll get to know my future mate makes it somewhat exciting. We text for about twenty minutes and then I decide I’ll work out a bit before getting ready to this talk show. This all feels like a new beginning and I can’t help but to be excited about it.

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