Today was one of those days when you don't have anything to do, so you just do random things. I hated those days, because it meant my friends weren't around and I had to stay in the house. At least I had my laptop. I pulled up my Twitter to see if I had any new DMs. I sighed when I had none. I checked my facebook to see if I had any new friend requests.
My eyes widened when I saw who accepted my friend request.
The one and only Liam Payne. He even sent me a message! Okay, I know I post a lot of things and send them to One Direction, but I never knew I'd get a response! I read the message with anxiety flowing through my entire body.
Dear Jackson,
Thank you for all of those interesting things you've sent to us. I just wanted to let you know we have received every single thing you've sent us, and looking at your Facebook, it says you live in L.A. The boys and I just happen to be in the area, and they want to meet the guy who sent all of the funny things. Even Paul wants to meet you, and he doesn't laugh a lot. So, if you would please send an address for us to pick you up. Thank you and we can't wait to meet you!-Liam P.
I was in shock! One Direction wanted to meet me, and they liked all of the stuff I sent them. This has got to be a prank. I checked the sender, and there was the sign that said this wasn't a fake account. Okay, so they really want to meet me. After thinking it over for a bit, I replied with my address.
Next thing I know, there is a knock on my door. I opened the door, and Paul is standing there. He smiled, "The boys told me to come here, I'm guessing you're Jackson?"
I nodded, speechless. I was currently in the presence of One Direction's head of security. Seeing that I wasn't moving, Paul guided me to the limo. I couldn't breathe, move or do anything. I was actually going to meet One Direction. In case you haven't been reading correctly, I'm a big fan of One Direction. They have been my idols ever since they became a group in the X-Factor.
Paul kept trying to ask me questions, but I gave short answers, saving my breath so that I could keep it together in front of the boys. The ride wasn't as long as I expected and soon we were in front of a hotel. Paul kept me close and pulled me into the building. I kept wondering why he was pushing me, but I'm guessing it was because of the massive crowd of girls in front of the hotel. Anyway, Paul let me go, but still led me around the hotel until we reached the top floor, the penthouse. Paul opened the door, and all of a sudden, all the nerves left me, and I felt like I was walking into an old friends house.
The boys apparently heard the door open, because they all turned their heads. Their eyes landed on me, and I gave a simple wave. Liam smiled, "Hey, I'm guessing you're Jackson. I'm Liam. Oh and by the way, great videos!"
I blushed. About three months ago, I uploaded videos of me singing to One Direction's album, Up All Night.
The other boys introduced themselves, and then they just stared at me. I started getting a little self conscious. "What is it?" I asked them. Louis raised an eyebrow, "So, you know our names, we need to know who you are!"
Oh. I felt stupid. "My name is Jackson Whittemore. Hi!"
The tension seemed to break because Louis and Harry tackled me, "Yay!" They both exclaimed. I tried pushing them off, "I don't care if you're famous, I'll kill you! Get off!"
They didn't listen. I heard Liam and Niall laughing, but Zayn popped up above me, "Alright guys, leave the poor boy alone. He was probably doing so well in life and then he gets scarred by you two. Shame on you!"
