The Ticking Clock [h.s.]

Chapter 4

*3 weeks later*

As I wake up, I cannot help, but hold an incredible smile on my face. Today is the day I have waited months, maybe even years for. I get to see them live, the boys I have poured my heart and soul into. I couldn't be any happier if I tried.

14 hours to go.

That's all I had left on my clock. It's 9 o'clock in the morning. Even though I was the giddiest person on this planet, no feeling could suppress the butterflies that erupted in my stomach. I had 14 hours left before my soulmate was revealed to me. What if that was the moment Harry and I first touch? I might faint. Megan would die of laughter.

I step out of my room to hear noise coming from the kitchen. I turn the corner to see Megan pulling out various cooking items. "Today's the day," I hear her say. "Time for pancakes. Time for the One Direction concert. Time for soulmates." As she lists all the upcoming events, more and more butterflies come out.

Well maybe not for the pancakes. That might be hunger talking. After I process the information, I let of a squeal of joy and respond, "I have 13 hours left. How about you?" "9." At least we won't have our moments at the same time. That may get confusing.

Although it is only 10 a.m. when I go to get ready, I feel I need to look my best for today's events. I also want to be able to take my time. No need to be stressed about not making it to the concert.

9 hours to go.

Time has flown as I have been getting ready. We have to leave in an hour and I'm nervous about every little detail. I yell a new thing for Megan to check every couple of minutes. My OCD seems to be really kicking in.

After the fifth task I yell, I hear the soft trail of Megan's footsteps come near my door, so I peer around the corner of my bathroom to look at her. "Sarah, take a deep breath. Whatever happens tonight will happen. You will be fine. I'm going to be there every step of the way." She steps forward and gives my hand a light squeeze.

These are the moments that I most cherish with her. The ones that don't require much talking, no glamour, just raw, unobstructed emotion. I reach out to give her a hug and say, "thank you. I know I'm just nervous, but it all seems to be coming on so quick, like today, I am single and tomorrow, I will have my soulmate." "I know the feeling." We both laugh and she turns back to her room to finish.

8 hours to go.

I take a look back in the mirror to check one last time. I step out of my room and immediately Megan cooes, "you look so pretty. Any guy would be crazy not to fall for you." I blush and look down at my blue and pink floral dress and black booties.

I repeat the compliment back to her as I see she is wearing a blue lace shirt with black shorts and black converse. Typical. She is more punk edgy and I am more girly.

I take a deep breath and follow Megan out the door, walking quickly towards the Tube. There was so much traffic that we figured it would be faster. It takes about half an hour to get to the O2, which sets us right on schedule for 4 p.m. arrival time.

7 hours to go.

As we wait in line, I can feel the nervous tension in the girls standing around us. This is the moment we have been waiting for. The Where We Are Tour is finally in London. It seems like so long ago that they announced it, but it's finally here.

When Megan and I reach the front, they hand us a merch bag (VIP ticket holders get them). We both clutch onto them as if our lives depended on it.

I start to see shreds of light from the opening of the tunnel we have entered that tell us we are getting close to the middle. I glance up right before my flatmate and I almost bumped into a tall and slender man running very fast with a bandana around his hair. It looked like Harry, but before I could stop or touch him, he is already around the corner.

6 hours to go.

We reach the end of the tunnel that leads to the middle of the stadium. As our eyes adjust to the new found light, hopeless grins creep onto our faces. My breath has been taken completely out of my body and my heart seems to stop beating for several moments.

All at once, the butterflies leave. Even in a crowd full of screaming people, I have never felt more at home. This is where I belong.