Head over Heels || book one.

Late nights and Early mornings

Sarah’s POV

Friday 2:00pm

The clock struck two pm. ‘They wanted me back at the apartment by half past one.’ I thought as I pushed past a couple holding hands in the park. My shoulder bag bounced against me, out of time, as I ran to the stairs. ‘They can’t blame me really, I was getting their birthday presents.’ I thought, grabbing my keys and unlocking the door. I opened it with my bag, raced in, jumping over the coffee table to my room.

Cassie and Stef were sitting in the kitchen impatiently. I fell down the last two steps(stupid heels) and slumped into my seat at the bench. “You’re half an hour late, we might not even get a car park because of you.” Stef said, agitated. I handed her the keys and her and Cassie were out the door almost seconds later.

They weren’t going to stick around, not now. They might not even come back. Yes. They were going to the one and only, currently most popular boy band concert at the time; One Direction. I wasn’t invited, not that I wanted to go, heck, I didn’t even like them. So with them out of the house for about four maybe five hours was wonderful.

It wouldn’t take them that long to get there, it might take them a while to park and then they had to wait and then the concert started. And I don’t know why I did it now; I had leant them my car. Yes, Stef did have her own, but she said mine would be easier to park because it was smaller. I didn’t argue with them there.

They had got V.I.P. tickets and they were thrilled. Second from the front row seats and a five minute meet-and-greet afterwards. But what was five minutes? Time to get them to sign every limb of their body? Beg them to come to our apartment? Trade phone numbers? I didn’t know and I really didn’t care.

***

It was nearly ten pm when they got home. They unlocked the door and came in laughing. “How was it?” I asked walking into the kitchen.

“It was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Cassie said. “Best night ever.”

“What she said.” Stef stated, pointing to Cassie.

“So how was the five minute meet-and-greet?” I asked, eager to hear about this.

“Well...” Stef began, glancing over at Cassie.

“What happened?” I asked, my suspicions raised.

“Oh! My back pack? Shit! Where is it?” Cassie screamed. “It had everything in it.” She continued.

“It’ll be in the car.” I replied, getting up from where I was resting and headed for the door.

“I hope so.” Cassie said in a shaky voice.

“So how was the meet-and-greet?” I asked again, as I opened the front passenger door of my car.

“It was interesting.” Stef began. “They were in a rush, so they hugged us, we told them our names and we kind of umm...” She trailed off.

“What did you do?” I asked, turning back to her with all seriousness.

“I might have put my phone number in Louis’ jacket pocket.” Stef said in a tiny voice.

“If he calls you, for shits, I will cook you guys breakfast everyday for a week.” I put in, turning back to the car, looking behind the seats.

“Two weeks.” Stef bargained. “Or are you scared that he will call?”

“No. I’m not. And when he does, will you have a fangirl moment?” I asked, smirking.

“No.” Stef blushed.

“Fair enough.” I answered. Cassie was nearly in tears about this now.

“Cassie, it was a bag. I can get you another one.” I sympathized.

“It had my frikken laptop in there. Get it back now.” She screamed.

“Calm down.” I reassured.

“No. I need it back. Now!” She fumed.

“Sleep on it. Deal with it tomorrow. Don’t worry.” I lead them both back inside and couldn’t quite get my head around everything that just happened.

***

Cassie’s POV

Saturday 8:00am

‘I have no laptop. I have no life.’ This thing was driving me crazy now. I needed my bag back...with all the stuff in it.

I hobbled down stairs in a bad mood. Weird thing was, that Sarah was on Stef’s phone and Stef was staring at the wall. “Stef?” I asked, waving my hand in her face. “What are you doing?”

“Sarah has my phone. On the phone is an amazing person. That amazing person is my future husband. My future husband is Louis Tomlinson.” Stef said stiffly.

Everything froze for a second there. I looked over at Sarah. She looked like she was having a pretty normal conversation, she was even laughing. But she was talking to Louis Tomlinson. “Sarah give me the frikken phone!” I yelled.

“Yes, that’s her.” Sarah said, glancing over at me. “No, no. I’ll go, it’ll be easier. Are you sure you want to deal with that?” There was a pause. “I suppose you’re right. See ya round ten? Ok. Bye.” And she hung up. She smiled at me and walked over, replacing Stef’s phone in her hand. “Guess what?” She teased.

“What?” Stef asked, turning to look at Sarah.

“We’re going to their apartment in two hours.” Sarah said.

“Whose apartment?” I asked dumbly.

“Take a guess.” Sarah offered. I looked at her then a smile broke out onto my face.

“You’re kidding.” I said.

“Nope. I’m getting dressed.” And Sarah wandered up stairs and out of sight.

“Did Sarah just...” I asked, speechlessly looking at Stef.

“I think she did.” Stef replied. Then realization hit both of us.

“Sarah!” We yelled in sync.