All's Fair in Love and One Direction

19: All's Fair in Lasagna & Complimentary Horoscopes

Chapter 19

I cannot even begin to describe how slowly this last week has dragged by.

It was like only ever eating lasagna for your entire life, and you thought the lasagna was pretty good (because you do know how to make lasagna. At least I do, mmm) and then all of a sudden someone shows up and serves you a five-course dinner (haha, see what I did there? Five courses? Five guys? Extended metaphor?) complete with French cheeses and creme brulee and the best filet mignon you ever had the privilege of putting in your mouth ... and then you have to go back to eating lasagna every day. Yeah. How's that lasagna taste now?

The point is, I have been literally counting the days until I can see the boys again. And finally, finally, finally finally FINALLY it's 12:00am on December 24 and I'm off work until January and I am literally jumping up and down on the icy sidewalk and almost slipping and dying multiple times for joy and -

CHILL. Good grief, me.

Next step: Packing. For my flight. To England. Where I will spend Christmas and New Year's in the company of the five most amazing guys in the universe. Which immediately reminds me that ohmygoshmyflightisleavingatfiveamandihaventevenbeguntopackyet.

Hmm. Think you should start packing now, Andie?

But I don't know what to bring. What do you bring for a two week winter vacation in London? I pull out my phone and text Louis.

Me: what should i pack?

Bestestestest...: YOU HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED PACKING YET???

Bestestestest...: ??????!!!!!!???????

Me: :(

Bestestestest...: sorry love. warm

clothes. dry clothes. warm dry clothes. your own underwear xD

Really Louis? Really?

Me: -_-

Bestestestest...: xD something to party in ;) something to hang out at the flat in. see you in 4 hours :)

That, I can do. I shove every long-sleeved item of clothing I own into my suitcase, then reconsider and pull out all but the cutest long-sleeved clothes. Andie, if you don't stop being so picky, you will not get to the airport on time. Put your clothes in the suitcase. I dump the entire contents of my wardrobe into my suitcase, zip it closed, and then start getting dressed. Only four more hours until I get to see my boys again!!!

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"ANDIE!"

"Andie!"

"Ander!"

"Andrea Marie!" - grr, Louis, I will kill you later

"Vas happenin?"

"Guys!" I'm practically suffocated by the group hug. "Okay, okay, lay off, Andie is fragile!" I wince, but have to laugh. "I missed you all too." Between working, packing, dressing, and driving to the airport, I got no sleep last night. None whatsoever. I haven't even eaten breakfast. I'm a total wreck. But a happy total wreck who's back with her five-course dinner! (I'm talking about my extended metaphor of earlier ... This is not a sexual connotation in any way, shape, or form. Go away.)

"Oh! I almost forgot!" I reach into my bag and pull out a party hat. "Happy birthday, Louis!"

He grins and places the hat on his head. "I didn't think you would remember."

"...December 24, 1991," I intone in a deep voice. "The beginning of the end of the world ..."

"You know you love me, Andie," Louis says cockily.