Our Summer of Direction

Chapter Six

 “Wake up! You need to get ready!” Emilea says punching me. I leap out of bed and jump into the shower taking extra care to smell delightfully. I put on a bit of light make up and straighten my hair. I end up wearing a cute little pair of shorts and a baby tee. Emilea is also dressed adorably in a pair of shorts and a normal shirt.

“You need to wear heels.” Em says surveying my outfit.

“I was going to wear my Sperrys.” I say looking down.

“NO WAY! Put on some heels.”

“I don’t want-”

“DO IT!!!” Em says tossing the heels at me. I scream and duck narrowly avoiding a heel in the eye.

“Are you BONKERS?!” I shriek barely missing when I throw something back at her.

“Yes.” She says very calmly.

“What time is it you horrible friend you?” I ask with a scowl.

“11:00.” She laughs.

“Well, I just realized I don’t know where I am meeting Harry.” I remember. I pull out my phone and shoot him a quick text.

*Harry Styles-I figured I would give you directions to my hotel and that way Emilea could just stay here and you and I could take my car, or yours since we only have a limo.* I reply with a sure and he sends me directions a.s.a.p.

“How far away is it?” Emilea shouts above the hair dryer she is using.

“Uh decently far, so when you’re done we should probably head out.” Em shouts in agreement and we leave pretty soon after. The hotel is fantastically huge. I am amazed anyone-even celebs- can afford it. When we go in I shoot Harry another text telling him we’re here. The manager unfortunately finds us before the boys.

“Excuse me Madams. Can I help you?”

“No sir, we’re just waiting for someone.” Emilea says with just as irritated of a smile as he has. The manager grimaces and continues talking to us. Luckily Harry made it down quickly.

“Sorry Jeff. They’re with me.” Harry says swooping in. I catch the man’s name on his tag and it says Philip. I laugh until we reach the elevator.

“What is so funny?” Emilea asks.

“Harry called him Jeff and his name was Philip.” I laugh.

“Damn. Was that it? Who’s Jeff?” He says more to himself than us. We all laugh at his concentrated face. When we step out of the elevator I notice we are on the top floor with the Presidential Suite. Emilea giggles with glee. We walk to the Suite and Harry walks past it. Em’s face drops because I know full well her dream is just to SEE the inside of a Presidential Suite. Harry grins and turns back.

“I’m totally just playing this is our room.” He starts banging the drum beat to WMYB on the door. Niall opens the door being goofy. He spots Emilea and gets wide eyes and actually runs. Emilea turns back to me with the saddest look on her face. I rub her back and Harry leans over.

“Sorry Emilea, he is just so nervous. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since the concert. Rather funny, cos the way he was talking last night he had so many pickup lines and he chose none of them. Louis totally owes me 5 pounds now.” He adds with a grin. Emilea looks shocked at first and then does her happy dance. We go into the Suite and hear Party Rock Anthem turn on. Emilea and I share a grin. The boys look at us in confusion and Harry pauses the music. Em and I simultaneously start doing the dance the boys did on the Alan Carr show. They all grin realizing it and join in.