Being Told You're Beautiful

I JUST CAN'T HIIDE IT

"I'M SO EXCIIIIITED, AND I JUST CAN'T HIIIIDE IT, BECAUSE I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW-" my internal karaoke session was interrupted with the ding-dong alert tone of the plane, telling me that we had landed. It was the September weekend, so we had the Monday and Tuesday off school.

And, cheeky me decided to go to a university open day on the Friday, and therefore was granted permission to miss school. I actually had two free periods and then one hour of maths on Fridays, so I wasn't missing much, but I still felt smug with rebellion as I stepped off the plane in England.

It had worked out incredibly well - this way I got to see a possible university that I would have been going to see anyway, but it was also the city the boys were playing in tomorrow night. (That's Saturday by the way, just to keep you on track with days)

That was why I was singing the song. Because I was so brilliantly chickenly excited.

I had taken the incredibly early flight, because I wanted to be down there at the beginning of the day, and to save on hotel costs too. So I got up at THREE FORTY FIVE IN THE MORNING and was driven to the airport by my lovely dad.

He and mum were a bit wary about me travelling on my own to stay with people they had only met once, but the boys manager had spoken to them on the phone and calmed their fears, also explaining I would be sharing a room with Katy. I think that reassured them too. And hey, I was fine with it cos more time with my sista from another mista.

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The open day was intimidating. And interesting. And long. I think I walked solidly around the campus on a tour for at least 57 minutes. I asked loads of questions though, and I spoke to students.

I then walked to the bus stop outside campus ((CARRYING A ton OF PAPER I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW)) and somehow managed to catch a bus.

However it happened to be the wrong bus. So I went the wrong way. And ended up in the wrong place.

Bearing in mind that I had no knowledge of this city anyway, so it was impressive that I even managed to know I was in the wrong place. At the right time though.

Hey, one out of two isn't half bad right? [half - haha, see what I did there? No? Really? Okay, back to the story I go..]

So I had to catch another bus back to the city centre, to find the correct hotel. I was to meet security around the corner from the hotel so we could go in the back way. This whole secrecy thing was a real pain in the butt, I tell you.

And I met them, and said hello and then I was escorted inside to the reception to get another key for my room with Katy. By this time my bag was getting heavier and heavier with each step I took; the long open day was beginning to take its effect on me. I was taken up to the room the boys were in, where they were currently doing an interview before signing some stuff. Not like a signing, but where they sign things and then it's sold or put to charity or something.

The massive room was a hive of activity. But no sooner than I had walked in the doors I was jumped on by Katy, with hushed squeals of joy. She ushered me in to the room, so I was behind the interviewers, facing the boys. They were all laughing at something, smiles that were so well known to the public painted on their faces. They knew I was coming, but yet weren't expecting me here, now.

It was Louis who noticed me first, as his eyes were flitting around the room. He let out a wide grin, and nudged Harry, subtly nodding in my direction. It was like a Mexican wave from therein, from Harry to Liam to Zayn, and then finally to Niall. He locked eyes with me, and just held my gaze for as long as he could without seeming suspicious in the interview.