Chapter 1
It was one of those " I wish I could never leave this bed " days. They happen too often lately, I thought. I slowly opened my eyes but as soon as rays of summer sun burned my sight I closed them again and pulled my face to the pillow. It was almost the middle of July but it felt like my summer holidays has just began. At the beginning of them I actually spent a lot of time with my friends, going to cinema and to some clubs. But now since everyone left I was usually waking up on the lunch time, most of my days only scrolling the dash on twitter or tumblr, reading some books and eating Krispy Kreme donuts. Of course it was driving my mom crazy. She was complaining all the time how I'm wasting my life and becoming a fat ass but I stopped caring about her a long time ago. I won't be the person she can put all her anger on. My dad left us two years ago and moved to Sydney with his new girlfriend and my brother. From that time mine an my moms bond broke. She spends 12 hours a day in her office, usually getting back home around midnight cause she always takes extra work. All she keeps repeating is that she is doing that so we could have a proper life. Shame is, without my dads salary on our bank account we almost make it to pay the rent. He is working in the management business and he travelled more world and met more celebrities than i will ever will. But here are my depressing thoughts again. I need to focus on here and now or I'm literally screwed. Putting huge effort in it I finally decided to get up and look for my iPhone. I usually sleep with it under my pillow (which my mom says is unhealthy cause of some materials it contains and signals it sends.. who on earth believes what Google news say?) but this time I left it plugged in to my laptop. I sat on my chair and became my daily morning ceremony- checking all the newsfeed and notifications on all of the social networks sites I had an account on. Which are pretty all of the social networks that exist. The only app without notification was Facebook. Comparing to 228 of them on Twitter you could easily tell what kind of person I actually was. Suddenly the perfect silence in my house was disturbed with door bell. I jumped up on my chair and by a miracle didn't fell off it. Who the hell is that so early- I thought and rushed downstairs. Our retro clock in the hallway was breaking it down to me- 2:56 PM. Holy crap. I checked my look in the mirror- dark blonde curly hair out of its place, dark eye circles, zits all over my face visible perfectly without a pound of foundations, oversized hello kitty T-shirt and fluffy orange socks. But besides that I looked as usual me- boring American teenager. Doorbell rang again and got me out of my contemplation. "Comiiiing!" I screeched angrily. I didn't want anyone to see me like that but now there was no turning back. Lovely. Praying to god it is only a postman I opened the door.
-Olivia!- black shiny hair, classy polo, washed jeans, espadrilles and must have ray-bans. how does he look better than George Clooney and is even older than him? I don't know what was this about Australia but this thing really worked for this man.
-Dad!- I was so happy to see him but yet so shocked I couldn't say anything else. I let him in and in this moment realised that the house reminds more of the flea market than the house itself. My mom was almost never here to clean up and I, well I was too lazy to do that plus I was too busy with trying to get popular online. My dad sat on the sofa, pulling Teen Vogue magazines and empty crisp bags on the floor.
-I thought that when you and mum will live here on your own it will be the most sterile place in the whole west coast but looks more like the baseball team stayed there for the night- he laughed and pointed at the Domino Pizza boxes tower in the corner.
-Im collecting cardboard and old paper- I pretended to be serious because he knew I belong to GreenPeace but I started laughing- What are you doing in States dad?- I couldn't keep this question for any longer.
-I will stay here for 2 weeks- he gave me a wide smile. "More charming than mine will ever be" I thought.- Im in the management and supervision staff for the American leg of Take Me Home tour!
-What?- he sounded so excited I knew he wasn't kidding.- You will get to know One Direction!- at this moment I was nearly shouting at him.
-Sadly not. I'm just gonna do some paper work and I'm not even allowed to any of the concerts. Oh and I will be also responsible for their support band from Sydney, that's why they've chosen me for that.- Support. Band. Sydney. Australia. I was just hoping that it all isn't my another fangirl dream so I pinched my arm. But my dad was still sitting in my messy living room, i was still wearing my fluffy orange socks and looking like zombie. Suddenly his iPhone buzzed in his pocket and new text message appeared on a screen.
-Oh they have just landed on the airport I was supposed to pick them up, damn it, I will be right back Olivia, hmm try to clean this place a little maybe? I love you!- he shouted while rushing to his BMW X6. I was left there knowing that I have less than an hour to tidy this enormous mess, take a shower, do hair and make up and dress up nicely. I ran upstairs thinking that I could actually beat Usains Bolt record and quickly logged in on twitter. everyone was talking about the American leg of TMH tour while I just grinned at the screen and remembered that the band I've been obsessing about since over a year is actually coming to my house and this is actually happening. And they say nowadays you can't make it in America.
