All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 2

Monroe along with some other girls in the year, were incredibly upset that they had missed some if not the entire video call from One Direction, when they were up on their feet again. I remember the heartbreak that was evident on their faces and the tears they had shared as others began retelling the event. Of course, their emotional misery didn't last long, as soon enough the boy band would make their appearance at our school. But for the time being, they were distraught. Monroe simply wouldn't drop the subject!

"What am I supposed to tell my grandchildren?" She said in between sobs, "That their grandfather thought I was a complete freak?!"

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, not knowing exactly what she meant. I knew it had to have some link to Niall Horan - as it always did - but to be honest, I had given up keeping up with these strories she built up in her head.

"I couldn't even control myself! I had missed his entire speech!" She added hysterically.

"Monroe, the video barely lasted a minute. You didn't miss a thing, trust me! Besides he didn't even bother to speak!"

But it was as though I had just touched the Niall poster on her bedroom wall, Monroe was outraged!

"'He' has a name! And exactly what are you suggesting by that? That Niall had decided that on his own accord? He obviously didn't want to waste his breath seeing that I was on the floor."

I frankly didn't bother opposing because I knew it was an endless battle with Monroe, so instead I dicided to bite my tongue as I held down my laughter. You must admit, my friend was a loony. Don't even start telling me, you would do the same thing?

Anyway, I had to bear with these blazing emotions for a good three days. Because on the fourth day, One Direction were finally making their appearance.

I can't begin to explain how relieved I was. Finally, the drama was going to cease and I was going to have time to revise for my exams. I had had enough of girls crying, and screaming. Their constant fangirling was annoying and drove me up the wall. I had seriously determined to consult Monroe to a physiatrist; there wasn't a day that went by where she didn't express her feelings towards them.

Sadly, I wasn't that kind of a friend. So, I stayed quiet and constantly reminded myself to only smile and wave. This will soon end, I remember telling myself, murder is a sin.

Unfortunately, the torture hadn't ended as I had been forced to stay the night at Monroe's house. I pinched the bridge of my nose when she asked me and tried to control myself. A whole night talking about the boy band I had began to loathe? I saw myself planning her wedding with Niall the whole time. I'm sure this was some sort of abuse!

But, it was an abuse that I couldn't bring myself out of. I reluctantly agreed even though my head kept telling me otherwise. And to tell you the truth, the night was indeed absolute torment!

We firstly tried to pick an outfit for the next day. Not that it was going to do much use because we had to stay in our schoo uniform, but Monroe tried to decide which one of her black skirts was going set Niall drooling 'down his chiney chin chin' as she kept singing.

Then, she practised a hundred different hairdos and asked me which one looked more appealing. To be honest, I really didn't see the difference. Monroe was a pretty girl so whatever hairdo she decided to come up with, I knew it was going to do the job. Besides, she hadn't even listened to my agreeing with her, because at the end she made the decision herself. By the time she had made her choice on the fish tale, it was already midnight; sleep called for me and I wanted to be wrapped in its arms and snooze. But sadly, this was clearly not the case.