Almost everytime I dream, it's about him. But as soon as I wake up, I don't remember who he is.
He makes me feel so safe in those dreams, and I feel like he's real...until I wake up.
Will I ever know who he is?
It's 11:30. Lilly left a few minutes ago after helping me set up for the date. I'd say we did a pretty good job for having limited time and limited things. I hope Georgia likes it.
God I'm so excited! Soon I'll be eating lunch with Georgia!
Georgia's POV
I throw a text to Izzy as I walk to my car, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!!!!!
She texts soon after, AHHHHH!!! FaceTime me when you get home! I want to hear all about it!
I will! I text back.
I climb into my car, a smile set on my face. Part of me thinks this is a dream, but deep down, I know it's not. I'm really going to be on a date with THE Niall Horan. My palms are getting sweaty on the steering wheel just thinking about it!
I chose a bold outfit compared to what I usually wear. I like to go for more baggy and concealing clothes. I don't have to worry about what my body looks like in those. If my stomach and thighs are covered, I'm good with what I'm wearing. But for some odd reason, I went in the opposite direction and chose a tight, white crop top with holey jeans. I don't know if it's the fact that I'm going on my first date ever, or if I think that Niall wouldn't care what I look like.
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I felt confident when I looked in the mirror. You could even say I felt pretty. Now that confidence is slowly getting lower, and as I drive, I have the urge to turn around to go home and change. Too bad I don't have time for that. I have about a half an hour before I need to be there, but I have no idea what traffic is looking like today. So it's a no on turning around.
I don't listen to music because I want it to be just me and my thoughts. I don't think I'll ever believe that I'm going on a date with Niall. I feel like I'm in a daze. Like I'm having an out of body experience. My palms are really sweaty now. While I'm at a stoplight, I take the opportunity to wipe them on my jeans.
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Georgia's POV
I glance at the clock for the millionth time. It's 11:55. I parked my car on the side of the street across from the hotel. Unlocking my phone, I double check the room number that I need to find. 576.
Okay, I think to myself, just pretend like this is a normal thing. People datecelebrities all the time. Think of Niall as just another guy.
But that's the problem. He's not just another guy. Nevermind the fact that he's a celebrity, but he's my FIRST guy. The first guy that's ever been interested in me. Of course I'm gonna make it a big deal.
I muster enough courage to open the car door and step onto the sidewalk. My legs are bit shaky from my nerves, but I try to hide it by breathing in deeply. The walk from my car to the lobby of the hotel is excruciatingly long, but I finally make it through the revolving doors. Instinctively, I touch my hair to try to get my mind off of all this.
