Promise

Chapter 5.

Today is Tuesday. Only three more days until the boys arrive in Georgia.

After I told my mom that One Direction would be staying with us, she nearly had a heart attack. She was upset because I gave her such little prep time to prepare herself. Honestly I don't see why she's the one freaking out; I'm the one who has been in love with these guys for five years.

Other than telling my mom about the guys, and obviously I can cross that off my list, I have so much to do. I need to wash all the sheets and bedspreads for each bed. I need to stock the refrigerator with a variety of foods, so each of the boys will have a selection. I need to tidy up the living area. I need to do a lot of things, especially relax before I stress myself to death.

Hannah is supposed to come over later and help me with a few things. She said she wouldn't mind being in charge of going to the store and getting food. By all means, I let her do it. I hate the grocery store, I hate it with a burning passion.

I yell for my mom. "It's okay if Hannah comes over and stays for a bit, isn't it?"

She appears at the top of the stairs, looking down at me. "Of course, sweetie. I wouldn't mind at all."

"Thank you."
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Later at around 4 p.m. Hannah shows up with bags upon bags of groceries.

"Holy shit, Hannah. I didn't tell you to buy the whole damn store."

"You need to chill. You told me to get a lot of food, so I did. Plus, the guys will be staying here for a week, so it's not like it all won't be eaten anyway."

"Wait. Backtrack. What. You didn't mention how long they would be staying. I thought it was only for a couple of days," I say with a hint of anger.

I'm dumbfounded. Hannah never told me that Niall and the rest of One Direction would be at my house for a week. What are we going to do? I'm sure they won't want to leave the house that much, with paparazzi and all. What if they get bored of me and Hannah? I'll need to get a lot of movies and games to pass the time. I guess I'll just add that to my list of things I need to do.

"Oh.. did I not? Well, now you know. They'll be here for a week, so get over it and stop acting so whiny," Hannah states.

Why is she acting like that? I didn't do anything to her and she's getting defensive.

"Okay, maybe you're the one who needs to chill. What's wrong? Did I say something? Because I'm totally fine with them staying at my house for a week. I'm ecstatic, actually. You just kind of caught me off guard for a minute," I say.

"It's fine, it's just you acted like it wasn't going to be okay for a week long stay. I panicked for a second, because I don't want us to miss this opportunity. I'm sorry," she apologizes.

"Han. I'm the one who should be sorry. You're the one who won the contest, and you've been gracious enough to share it with me. I didn't mean to freak out. I promise it's fine."

She smiles at me. "Okay, then let's get back to preparing ourselves for the greatest week of our lives."

"How do you know it will be the greatest week of our lives? Hmm? What if it turns out sucky? What if it just crashes and burns," I ask.

She hits me on the arm. "Don't say that! If you say it, it will happen. Just believe it will be amazing. C'mon. How could it not be? It's One Direction. They could come in here, wreck the place, eat all the food, and just sleep all day.. and it would still be amazing."

"Nonsense. I would be highly upset. It's my house. I would have to clean everything up."

"Just shut up. Let's get back to work.. for real this time," she added.

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