Louis's POV:

I sat in the taxi on the way back to my flat, much happier than I had been when I left it that morning.  I pulled out my phone and checked my messages.  There were 31 missed calls and 50 texts, all from the boys.  I just shook my head, before sending out a group text to all of them, letting them know that I was on my way back to the flat and that I would explain once I got there. 

About ten minutes later I walked into my flat, only to be tackled to the ground in a hug from Niall.  The breath whooshed out of my lungs, leaving my gasping like a fish out of water.  Niall got off of me and then helped me up once I got my breath back.  I looked up at the lads, calculating their expressions.  Harry looked concerned and his hair was a mess, he always runs his hands through it when he's worried.  Liam looked a bit ticked-off, but it was the protective kind of ticked-off, not the angry type.  Niall looked happy that I was home and safe, but his eyes were red-rimmed, telling me that he had been crying earlier.  Paul wasn't there, luckily, or else I doubt I would be breathing right now. 

I smiled at Niall.  "I'm sorry for worrying you guys, I just needed to get some privacy and space."  Niall nodded, accepting my apology, but I knew that Harry and Liam would need more convincing.  I was right.

"Where have you been!?  We've been worried sick!"  Liam exploded.  Harry nodded.  "You didn't answer our calls or our texts, and we didn't know where you were, Lou."  Harry added, his voice low and methodical like usual.  I nodded, understanding where they were coming from.

"Sit down, lads.  I have a story to tell you."

One Hour Later:

The lads all sat speechless, staring at me after I finished telling them what happened.  I had managed not to burst into tears as I was retelling Eleanor's phone call, which I was very thankful for.  They had all given me a group-hug at that point, and we had a bro-moment.  Niall had cried for me, though.  He was the softest of all of us, always had been.  Liam spoke up after a minute of us sitting in silence.

"How could her own mother tell her that?  What kind of mother tells that to their child?"  he asked me, incredulous.  I just shrugged.

"I got the feeling, from talking to her, that she has a bit of a past herself.  Which is why I asked her over, because I wanted to get to know her better, and I wanted you guys to meet her."  Niall suddenly looked up at me.

"Do you have a picture of her, for her contact in your phone?"  

How could I have forgotten that!  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened up my contacts, searching for her name.  I chuckled lightly at her contact name, and then tapped on the picture that she had taken to put on it.  I held my phone out to Niall.

"Here she is, lads."

Harry and Liam leaned over to look at the picture Niall was holding.  Their eyes widened.  After a minute, Niall handed my phone back to me, saying. "She's gorgeous mate; she looks like a fun person, and we can't wait to meet her."  I grinned, happy that the lads were supporting me in this.

Rosanna's POV:

I lounged around for about two hours after I got back to the hotel, listening to music and texting my brother while he was traveling from California to Ohio, where my mom lived.  He always knew what to say to cheer me up, so by the time he had to go catch his connecting flight to Ohio from wherever he was at the time, I felt much better.  I checked the clock, and then, seeing that it was already four in the afternoon, I opened up my contacts to text Louis, noticing that the silly boy had forgotten to put a contact picture.

To: Louis :)

From: Ro Boat

Hey, what time do you want me to come over?

I waited for a minute before my phone dinged, a text from Louis telling my his address and to come whenever I wanted.  I replied that I would be there in an hour, and then tossed my phone on my bed and ran for the bathroom to get ready.

I applied some simple mascara and eyeliner, but that was it in the makeup department.  I brushed through my hair and then just left it down, though I made sure I had ponytails on my wrist, since my hair was so long I knew I would have to put it up at some point.  Some people wish they had long, wavy hair, but they are blessed to not have it, it's a pain in the butt.

I dressed in a pair of grey jeans, my favorite black ankle boots, a blue long-sleeved shirt that hung off of one shoulder, with a tank strap holding it in place, my silver and diamond cross necklace from my father that I had taken off so that I could brush my hair (I never went anywhere without it, but it had been tucked into my shirt earlier so I don't think Louis saw it), and my grey jacket to brave the elements with. 

I checked my watch.  I had half an hour to get to Louis's flat.  I ran outside with my satchel on my shoulder, and jumped in a taxi.  It took almost half an hour to get there due to traffic, so I was practically dancing with impatience as the elevator carried me up to his floor.  There weren't nearly as many doors on that floor, only four of them.  I checked the numbers and then knocked, a little anxiously.

The door opened, revealing Louis dressed in a grey t-shirt and blue jeans, with bare feet.  His face lit up.

"RO!"  He shouted happily, grabbing me in a huge hug.  I laughed, hugging him back firmly. 

"Hi Louis."  I smiled at him when he pulled back. 

"Come on in!  The lads are here, they can't wait to meet you."  He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his flat.

A/N:  I'm sorry if this is short, I don't really know what length to make these, I'm trying to figure it out as I go along.