Only In My Dreams

Chapter Five

True to her word, Izzy picked me up this morning at 8 am on the dot. I woke up really early...like before the sun was up. I couldn't go back to sleep because I was trying to remember the face if the boy in my dream. I thought I had memorized it, but nothing came up in my mind. I dwelled on it for hours and eventually I had to force myself out if bed at 7. I'm mad at myself for not being able to remember one stupid face when I wake up.

I wanted to stay in bed but I made myself get up so I could have time to take a shower and do my hair and makeup. I settled for a pair of straight jeans, a black sweatshirt, white sneakers, and jewelry.

I did a little bit more for my makeup than usual. You know, just in case we happen to run into One Direction. In the back of my mind, I know we won't. LA is a huge city. You don't really run into people you know. But then again sometimes you do. Izzy and I have been friends long enough for me to know that she's convinced we'll see them at some point today. I highly doubt it and I'm usually right.

The first stop, Starbucks, was a bust. Izzy was so sure they'd be at a there, but there are so many of them in LA. And who knows if they even go to Starbucks? I'm honestly a little embarrassed that we're even looking for them. I've never wanted to be one of those girls who goes around bothering celebrities, but here we are. Technically, we aren't bothering them if we can't find them, so I guess it's okay.

For the next few hours, we get stuck in a traffic jam, go to the nearest grocery store, and drive slowly past two hotels. Nothing. Izzy insisted we eat lunch at the same McDonald's I was at last night. Still nothing. I'll admit I'm disappointed every time they aren't in the public place we are. I don't know why I'm getting it into my mind that we are definitely going to see them. Iz is determined though. Since she's my best friend, I can't really help but be determined too.

Not everything is a disappointment though. I've really enjoyed looking at the clothes in stores. I end up buying a cute pair of daisy earrings and a brown, oversized t-shirt with the quote "love is love" from a little boutique on the other side of the city. Izzy puts on our favorite Spotify playlist that we made together. It's literally 15 hours' worth of songs. All day long we've been singing along to Ed Sheeran, Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello, Arians Grande, and of course, One Direction.

After lunch, we make sure to drive past a couple recording studios and another two hotels. I think we went around the inside of three or four stores too. Everywhere we went, we had no luck finding them. We're both sad, but at the same time, neither of us are surprised about it. Izzy will just have to wait to see them at one of their concerts.

Hours later, it's finally dinner time, and one traffic jam later, we're ordering food at Chick-fil-a. I'm exhausted and I can tell Izzy is too. We've been everywhere today. I'm ready for bed, but I'm also starving. My plan is to go home and sleep right after we eat.

Iz and I sit down with our chicken sandwiches and waffle fries. She groans before taking a bite of her sandwich, "I'm so sorry, Jo. This was such a dumb idea. I don't know why I was so set on finding them."

I take a bite too, "It's okay. Really it is."

"No it's not. I dragged you all around Los Angeles for nothing," she frowns.

"Iz, I'm glad you dragged me all around the city. I had an amazing time spending time with you. And I got to buy that really cute t-shirt!"

She grins, "Yeah that is a nice shirt. I wish I would've gotten to it first."

"Gotta learn how to be faster! But just think, we'll be able to meet 1D at a concert sometime. I promise."

She laughs, "I feel like I need to pay for the tickets because of today's fail."

"Okay! I'm holding you to that."

Her jaw drops in disbelief, "I was joking!"

"Not anymore. I expect my ticket to the next One Direction concert to be paid by you," I sat while eating a waffle fry.

She rolls her eyes at me, "It's a good thing you're my best friend or else I would make you pay for your own."

"You know you love me," I smirk.

The few seconds of silence is broken by a familiar voice calling my name. "Georgia!"

I've heard this voice recently. And the British accent tells me exactly who it is...



(A/N) another short chapter but the next one will be a little longer. Vote and comment to let me know how I'm doing! I promise the story line will start moving more in this next chapter that I'm working on. Thank you so much for reading!