*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* I slap my snooze button and turn on the radio. I decide to curl my hair before getting dressed and end up being ready 10 minutes before I need to even go downstairs and eat breakfast. I decide to get on twitter until I see about 40 retweets of the picture of me and Harry outside the picture booth. I slam the lid of my laptop and start heading downstairs.
By the time I get downstairs my mum has toast with jam all ready for me to take. I pull out of my driveway and go sit in Emilea’s waiting for her.
“Hey broski.” Em says climbing into the passenger side. I always drove her to school and she always bought me lunch so it was an even trade.
“Are you ready? This is our only year as top of the high school food chain.” I say with a small smile.
“No Katie, I am pretty sure the popular kids are still above us.”
“I didn’t mean on the social register.”
“Oh.” She shrugs grabbing her backpack. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for my senior year of high school.
We go to the front office and get our schedules. Emilea takes mine and copies it down in her phone for some odd reason. She just shrugs when I give her an odd look.
“We have an assembly today.” I say reading the bottom of the date sheet that the secretary had handed me.
“Oh yeah, orientation for freshman and I heard they were talking about a few problems that happened over the summer and shit like that.” She says causally. We throw our bags into our lockers and head to the gym. When I see the gym I squint at the fact there is a stage and a gate like at a concert.
“Why is the gym set up like this?” I ask walking past squealing girls.
“I have no idea.” Emilea says very unconvincingly.
“What is going on?” I ask actually getting a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Shut up and you’ll see.” Em says scowling slightly. I bite my tongue before giving a scathing remark. When the lights get lower girls push me and Emilea out of the way to push flush against the gates in front of the stage. Next thing I know 5 very familiar guys are standing on the stage and all are staring at me and Emilea.
“Okay, boys and girls, we are only going to perform 2 songs and the first one goes out to my girlfriend. That is if she agrees to still be my girlfriend.” Harry says looking at me with pleading eyes. About 20 girls screech sound horribly angry.
“This is the thing you wouldn’t tell me about isn’t it? You knew?” I ask nearly outraged. Honestly I wasn’t even upset. If Harry was putting this much effort into being with me there was no way I would turn him down again.
“If I told you, there was no way you’d come.” Emilea says knowing me very well. I look back up at the stage and Niall starts the song Nobody Compares “You're so pretty when you cry when you cry Wasn't ready to hear you, say goodbye Now you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart You're tearing me apart”
Zayn takes the next solo “You're so London, your own style, your own style We're together it's so good, so girl why Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart You're tearing me apart”
When Harry starts his part he never breaks eye contact with me. “Did I do something stupid, yeah girl if I blew it Just tell me what I did, let's work through it There's gotta be some way, to get you to want me Like before”
They all harmonize the next bit “'Cause no one ever looked so good In a dress and it hurts, 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile, Baby tell me how to make it right
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Our Summer of Direction
FanfictionKatie and Emilea have been loyal Directioners since the band had come out. Now the contest of a lifetime to get tickets and backstage passes come up and they're all to eager to sign up. But what happens when Harry gets a little more than he bargains...
