Catherine's P.O.V.
I still couldn't fucking believe that Sarah, MY BFF (best fangirling friend) was dating Harry fucking Styles of One Direction. I mean, I know we all said we'd one day marry them, and get past the "poster zone" but I think we all really actually knew that it was just a dream. Especially when you had Larry Stylinson added to the mix. HOLY FUCK THAT MEANS LOUIS' STRAIGHT!
"Woah, woah, WOAH!!! Back the tour bus up girl. You said Louis' STRAIGHT?!" I yelled at her, now standing up. "HE'S FUCKING STRAIGHT AND ALL THIS TIME I CALLED ELEANOR CALDER A BEARD FOR NOTHING?! WHAT. THE. FUCK!!!!!!" At this point, I was pacing around the whole Taco Bell, arms flailing in the air, rambling about how I could potentially marry Louis Tomlinson now. I was so caught up in my rant, I was completely oblivious to the parents covering their children's ears, and talking to what appeared to be the manager. Whoops.
I quietly walked back to Sarah.
"Umm, maybe we should continue this in the car..." I said, grabbing my now cold lunch and never actually looking at Sarah.
"Ya think?" she replied flatly.
We quickly gathered up all of our belongings, exiting the Taco Bell as discretely as possible before the manager could notice. He looked like a Duarlos. I shall call him Duarlos.
Once back in the car, I finally turned back to Sarah.
"Sorry about that. I might have gotten a little over excited back there."
"It's alright. I used to do that all the time. But I don't think I ever managed to do it in a fast food restaurant. Well played."
"So we're cool?
"Catherine, we'll ALWAYS be cool," she said giving me a warm smile. I returned the gesture.
"So, um, where do we start with all the promoting stuff?"
"Uhh, I don't know actually. I have work for the rest of the day, but considering the fact that I rarely ask for time off, I'm sure Simon wouldn't say no if I asked for the rest of the day. I can just text Harry and ask him to pick me up at your place, tell him I went to a friend house for a while. I'm sure he'll understand. I mean, he's Harry. And who knows? Maybe I could do something for you and the Tommo, eh?
"Alright, alright, alright. You go call Simon," I said, unable to keep from blushing.
And with that, she dialed his number. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I pinched myself. Nope still awake. Holy shit I'M AWAKE!!!
I was snapped out of my train of thought, station, Fangirl City.
"HE SAID YES!!! And I already texted Haz. Now drive girl, driiiiive!!!! In the mean time, lemme get some 1D songs to play on my phone. We be jammin' guuuurl!!"
I laughed at her weirdness. Then again, who am I to talk? I backed out of my space, and headed to my house, belting out lyrics with Sarah the entire way.
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For the Record
FanfictionSarah Jacobson was your average 25 year old. She worked at Syco Records. Her life is perfectly normal, running as smooth as ever, when she is visited at work by a strange boy with bright green eyes, and a load full of brown curly hair.
