His strong arms around my waist, embracing me. The quiver of his lips on mine as we melt into each other. I run my hands through his hair and play with his curls. We move to the bed and he lay’s me down on my One Direction bed sheets. He pulls his face away from mine and stares straight into my eyes, he opens his mouth to speak, the sweetness of his breath
“Delilah its time to get up, we cant be late” I hear my mother say
I sit up from my bed. It was a dream. Just another dream. I turn to my clock, crap its 7:09 am. I get out of bed and slip on a high wasted mustard leather skirt. I dig through my cupboard to find my black One Direction shirt. Today is the day, the day I meet One Direction. I put my vans on, the ones I won from a competition, they have One Directions faces on them and their signatures. I finish getting ready. I grab my camera, photos, DvDs and books.
“Breakfast is ready” mum said from across the hall
“Coming mum” I skip down the hall with a massive smile on my face
“You look nice, you might even get Harrys attention” she says winking
“You think” unlikely,
“You’re the same age, 4 days older to be exact. Your in for a chance. Now sit and eat we have to leave in 10 minutes”
My mother is in love with One Direction like me, she loves Liam because she thinks his a good role model. My mums name is Genevieve and mine is Delilah. Im 18 and single, I live in London with my mum. My father left a year ago. I look down at my plate and see that my mother has spelt Harry in my blueberries.
I hear a buzz.
“My phone, I almost forgot” I yelled, a bit to loud
“What?”
I run into my bedroom to see that I have a connection on twitter. Its nothing. I went back out into the kitchen and took a photo of my pancakes with harrys name spelt on it.
“Why are you taking a photo of it?”
“Im going to tweet it” I hit tweet and is submits
After I finished my breakfast we left the house and got in the car. It is a 15 minute drive so we listened to One Direction to kill the time. The speakers are booming and my mother and I are singing at the top of our lungs. We stopped at the traffic lights, a big black car stopped next to us. The window winded down and Harry Styles smiled at us. He started to laugh because of our singing.
“Mum look” she turned her head and started to wave
The lights turned green and they drove off
“Mum hurry we have to get there”
“That was harry styles, OMG” she was fangirling more than me