“Hey babes, I’m a huge fan! Will you sign this for me?” You thrust your notebook in front of Louis while slightly bouncing up and down. Being in front of your idols makes ya a little crazy, especially the idols you follow on the internet. Well, stalk may be a more appropriate term.
He quickly signs it before passing it on to Niall. He glances up at you for a moment sending you a quick smile before you are ushered down before getting a chance to say anything to him. The other girls behind you push you along until your notebook is signed by all the boys and in the hands of Harry.
You stand in front of him more nervous than you were before. Being in his presence has your knees turning to jelly.
“What’s your name, love?” His low voice asks you as he glances up from the growing pile of merchandise. The way his green eyes look at you make you feel like you’re the only one in the room.
“M-Morgan.” You stutter out earning a slight chuckle.
“Are you having fun, Morgan?” He asks seeming generously interested.
You glance around the large room of before turning back to Harry, “It’s amazing but really loud.” You reach up and make a stupid ear gesture before realizing how strange you just looked. You bring your arms back down to your sides, embarrassed for doing something so silly in front of Harry Styles.
He laughs once again, “It is quite loud. Thanks for coming love.” The guard starts gesturing for you to leave but you have other ideas.
“Can I get a hug?” You rush your sentence eager to beat out the approaching guard.
Harry looks at you a second before getting up out of his chair to hug you. This is it. The moment you get to feel his amazing arms wrapped around you.
You stand before him just ready to wrap your arms around his never ending torso when,
BEEP
BEEP
You groan as your bedside alarm clock chimes its annoying tone. If you had to pick anything in the world to hate, it would definitely be that clock.
Too many times it has awoken you from dreams of One Direction. Each time it just happens to be during the best part of the dream. Like last night when Harry was about to kiss you, the alarm just had to go off.
Although, it has given you something to think about. In each dream about the boys, only Harry interacts with you. The other guys are there of course, but Harry is the only one to actually talk to you.
Maybe that’s a sign.
Ya, right you think as you log onto Twitter hoping to see a follow from one of the boys but, the odds of that are about as high as Taylor Swift settling down in the next ten months. Impossible.
You sigh as you see just a bunch of stuff on the return of Mr. X but no follow. One of these days, you think as you make your way to the kitchen for something to eat.
“We got something in the mail yesterday Morgan, it’s for you.” Your mom tells you as you pour your cereal.
“Why didn’t you tell me last night?” You grip the envelope noticing how thick it is. Maybe it’s my invitation to Hogwarts. You snort at your own joke before laughing at yourself for snorting.
“I forgot.” She shrugs and you shake your head.
You open the envelope to find the thing you’ve been waiting for for ages. You entered the contest months ago praying to win but not expecting anything to become of it.
Tickets to One Directions interview at the 107.1 radio station fall into your palm and you scream. You do a victory quack before busting out into all the dance moves those five idiots taught you. The thought of seeing them in person makes you scream once again.
Your mom already has her phone out filming you, knowing this reaction was bound to happen. She did read what was in there earlier anyway.
“Mom! It’s today! In two hours!” You shout mid row.
“Then hurry up and get ready, you have a boy band to meet!” And make them fall in love with me, you mentally add in your head.
You dash into you room and get ready as quick as you can. This is one dream that’s going to be completed.
**Two Hours Later**
“Mom, hurry! We’re gonna be late and I ain’t missin this. Hit the medal heavy metal!” You yell out the lyrics hoping your mother would drive just a little bit faster, and show you she cares. You laugh at your own joke once again as you watch the other cars creep alongside you. If only they knew where you are going, then maybe they would speed up a little bit.
‘Kiss You’ comes on the radio, brightening your spirit just a little bit and just then a miracle occurs, the traffic starts to move. You begin dancing in your seat as you speed down the highway to your idols.
Your brother laughs along at your highly advanced dance skills as you finally pull in the parking lot. You throw open the door faster than Usain Bolt at the Olympics and book it inside. You flash your pass and start calming yourself down before standing in front of the door.
You hold back your fan girl as the assistant pushes open the door revealing the most beautiful boys you’ve seen in your life. Everything in you is telling you to start dancing but you remain calm and make your way into the room.
“You must be Morgan, how ya doing love?” Liam asks as he pulls you in for a hug. Your favorite. Just hugged you. In real life.
“I’m good, real good.”
The rest of the boys introduce themselves and you can’t help but get anxious when it’s Harry’s turn. What if he ignores me? What if he hugs me and marries me, like in my dream? What if meeting him doesn’t live up to my dreams?
All of your questions are answered when he steps in front of you, “Hello, Morgan.” Quick and brief, he hugs you in an awkward side hug. You try to keep the look of disappointment from your face. I guess he doesn’t like me after all.
You settle on the couch between Louis and Niall feeling like every bit of your fan girl is about to explode. “Calm down love, your fan girl is showing.” Louis whispers into your ear. You can’t help but blush and laugh awkwardly.
Zayn starts off, “So, do you girls have any questions?” You glance around the room noticing four other girls but you pay them no attention, you’re not here to make friends but rather to be Americas Next Top Model.
You look at Zayn in a bit of shock. Just learning of this today, you had no time to prepare any questions for the guys. You listen to the other girls questions and start to get worried seeing as though you have no questions.
“If you had to be an animal, what would you be?” One of the girls asks. You scoff at the originality of her questions and hear Louis chuckle besides you.
“I’d be a cat.” Harry answers before doing some type of cat gesture. You can’t help but to notice how active he is with the others whereas he barely paid you a second glance.
“Do you have any questions Morgan?” Niall asks you and you blurt out the first thing that pops into your head.
“Will you go to prom with me?” The room erupts with laughter and your cheeks burn a thousand shades of red as you look around the room and see everyone in hysterics. You drop your head and begin to play with your fingers as the laughs carry on.
A tap on your knee draws your attention to the boy bander on his front knee with a rose in his hand. A dimpled smile lights up his face as he begins to speak, “I’d gladly be your date, love.” His deep, raspy voice sends chills down your spine and you can’t help to smile.
The boy you thought was ignoring you just said he would be your prom date. “Really? Thank you Harry!”
He grabs your hand standing you up properly, “No, thank you.” He pulls you in for a hug and that’s when you realize, your dream has finally come true.
