Hello, I’m Niall Horan; I am in the very famous band of One Direction. What if I told you that not only am I from One Direction I am Mr. Right. You wouldn’t believe me I know. Well here is my story none other knows it but this is it. Okay so it started when I was born, which is not 19 years ago as people think. It’s more like 120, that’s correct 120. In every fairy tale you have read even the ones you haven’t read there's one thing in common. There's always a Mr. Right. No it’s not me, I am the one who picks him or her out, but with that power comes a curse. I can never grow old, I can never fall in love until I meet another person like me. It’s really confusing I know. But this story is how I find my princess.
(Emma Harris POV)
Hey I am Emma Harris, I am a nothing really. I’m not famous, I’m not special in anyway except one but its more of a curse than anything. I’m Miss Right. I’ve heard of other people that are Mr. and Miss Right’s but I’ve never meet anyone in my 100 years of life well 18 to everyone else. My parents never knew about my curse. I was adopted about 16 years ago and they have never figured out that I’m really “special”. Right now is the 21 century, and I am currently with my best friends talking about that amazing famous boy band One Direction. They are simply awesome. Their voices are like angels. We were getting ready to go to a concert. It took forever to get tickets but we had scored them. Though I was in debt to my parents a while but that got payed off. But this was going to be my last thing I do, you see everytime I turn 19 I have to put one couple together before I get put in the orphanage again as a baby then adopted between then and 4 years old. This happens again and again until I meet another Mr. Right. It is my 19th birthday today and I had 9 months to put a couple together or to find my Mr. Right or the process happens again and again. Even if I die before I reach 19 I just turn into a baby again and go to an orphanage.
“Emma help me with my make up please!” Grace shrieked at me I sighed as I picked up the eye shadow. We had four hours before the concert and we were getting ready.
“Should I wear this or this?” Molly said holding up two t-shirts, one had her favorite, Liam, on one shirt and the whole band on the other with 1D symbol on the back.
“That one with these” Ginger said pointing to the Liam shirt and pointing to some mint green skinny jeans. I sighed everything was a mess we had things of make up, t-shirts, jeans, and accessories stroad everywhere around my room.
(four hours later)
“C’mon we gotta go!” I said. Ginger grabbed the keys and we headed to the concert. After hours of changing clothes, redoing makeup, and hair washing to fix what we messed up, we were heading to the concert. It was my 19th birthday, September 19th and I knew at the concert someone was going to fall in love, like they always do on my birthday. Then it would start all over again name change and what not. Ginger was driving her Mustang and I was in the front. She had just gotten her license and begged me to let her drive, she is pretty good but I like to tease her sometimes.
“Ginger you are going to far to the left come back over to the right” I squealed,
“No I’m not shut up” she said turning to me for a second to stick out her tongue then turning back. Her phone vibrated I grabbed it because it was getting annoying.
“It’s your boyfriend” I said teasing her still it was just her guy friend. She rolled her eyes towards me.
“What’d he say?”
“Oh so he is your boyfriend!” I said
“You know full well he is not my boyfriend now what did he say!?”
“He just told you to have fun at the concert and not make out with anyone while you are there. Emma I know you are reading this so...” I said not catching on immediately so I stopped reading and read the rest in my head. They are like so secretly in love with each other but won’t admit it. I should know I’m Miss Right. We finally made it to the concert. We made it through the rough crowd of obsessed fans to our seat in the front row. We stood there waiting for them to make their way on stage.
