Harry’s POV
Usually I’m not a morning person; Liam tends to drag me out of bed and into the day. Today, however, I’m awake at 7:00 and ready to begin the no doubt hour long process of dragging the rest of the guys out of bed. First, I send a text to Olivia, Telling her to meet us at the studio in an hour.
Wake up, Olivia, rise and shine! :)
Olivia, get up
I’m not going to stop texting u until u get up
Olivia GET UP!!!
Oh my gosh why?
Why what? o:)
Why on earth r u waking me up at this horrid hour in the morning?
Because u have to be at the studio in an hour
An hour? Who would go to work at 8:00 in the morning?
The whole world does that
I really thought I’d escaped waking up early when I left regular school
Nope! Now get ready
I hate you
You know you love me
Whatever
See you soon! :P
I put my phone in my pocket and walk towards Liam, who will be the easiest to get up. This will be fun.
Olivia’s POV
Once I finished my texting conversation with Harry I quickly showered and dressed in a knee length denim skirt, a ¾ sleeve shirt reading “Allergic to Algebra”. Because I’m honestly a bit of a nerd, my friends and I had written on the back “I Prefer Chemical Equations” in fabric marker. It actually turned out looking pretty good, thanks to my friend Erin. She won’t admit it, but she is actually a really good artist. She drew me a picture of the guys, and I keep it with me all the time. Right now it’s hanging proudly above my bed.
I decide to leave my hair down around my shoulders to air dry, slip some cute pink shoes on and walk out the door.
I pull out my phone and find the address of the studio in my phone. As it’s only about a mile away, I decide to walk. When I reach the studio I walk in the doors and ask the receptionist where I should go.
“Who are you meeting?” the woman said in a monotone voice.
“I’m supposed to meet One Direction,” I said, “I’m Olivia Smith.”
“On the right, third door.”
“Thanks… I think” I mumble under my breath as I walk towards the door she had pointed out.
I reach the door and walk in to the room, which I find to contain my five favourite boys in the universe. I manage to keep my fangirling in check, and the guys all stand.
“Guys, this is Olivia.” Harry says. They all walk up to me and one by one introduce themselves.
“Hi there, I’m Zayn.” The dark haired 19-year-old says.
Once again my body responds without my brain telling me to. Does this happen to all girls who meet these guys, or am I some kind of genetic abnormality? “Hi, I’m Olivia.”
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