I rolled out of bed as I realized what day it was. I put my somehow perfect but messy brown locks into a messy bun and signed on to ticketmaster, blasting shape of you by ed sheeran. As I logged in, the site crashed! I began crying my eyes out as eddy sang "going out on our first date" as I realized i would never get a date with my harry bo barry if i didn't get these tickets. I pleaded to God even though I am a devout atheist and somehow the site opened up. I put my mother in debt as I bought myself one VIP ticket. I didn't invite anyone with me to steal my spotlight and my harry. The VIP ticket lets you meet the harry styles. I cried out of joy, my blue orbs glistening with delicious salty tears. I would meet my shmoopie pookie boo bear in 2 months.
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