"G-g-guys..," I hardly called, immediately out of breath. Harry Styles DMed me. Harry...Styles. Harry the curly, sexy, perfect Styles. Of One Direction. DMed me.
The the four idiots I call my best friends rushed back over to me, crowding around my iPhone once more. Once I showed them his message, all four stood speechless like me.
Harry_Styles: Hey Hazel, it's Harry from 1D. Me and the boys watched X Factor...congratz! But we'd figured that we should meet you before management forces us to. You'll see, management makes meetings awkward. Name a time and place, and well be there!
There was another message from the same God of a man.
Harry_Styles: We're thinking of somewhere a bit outside of Hollywood, since we know you guys are there. We're in LA. We were supposed to perform tonight on the X Factor with you guys, but management wouldn't let us. Hear from you soon! .x
We all began gasping for air once more. Harry Styles and the rest of One Direction wanted to meet us?!?
"Haz message him RIGHT NOW!" Violet commanded, almost taking my mobile out of my hands in eagerness. I dodged in time, giving myself to determine whether this was real life or a fantasy.
"I wouldn't do that. Don't make us look desperate! As far as they think, we consider ourselves huge celebrities and meeting them isn't a big deal..," Dallas argued. As smart and thoughtful as that idea was, all four of us groaned. Of course we all wanted to reply right away, but Dallas was right. As always.
"Well when are we going to reply?" Callista pleaded, speaking for me and the others. Dallas pondered it for a moment, staring into space with her gorgeous bright blue eyes.
"I don't know...I didn't get this far in the plan guys!" she joked, being a real smartie. All of us huffed, thinking the situation over. My mind spun uncontrollably as I processed what's happened to me in just twenty minutes. My best friends and I won the X Factor, One Direction tweeted us, and now Harry claims that we should hang out. I lived the average teenage girl's dreams.
"What about a week? That'll give us time to sign the papers when Simon signs us, our lives will settle down a tiny bit, we'll think more rationally. Am I right?" Raelynn preached like there was a church in front of her. We all slowly nodded, one by one agreeing to her terms.
And now we wait.
*One Week Later*
*Zayn's POV*
We were just all sitting in the living room of our flat and just discussing the tour. "Do you think we need choreography this time? Management wasn't too happy about our free styling last time," mentioned Louis.
"If we are told that we have to dance, we still won't do it," Harry sassed. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed, the curls flopped around messily since it was only eleven am.
"And if they force us to either dance or leave, I'd say kiss my butt because we are irreplaceable!" Niall shouted. Just then, Liam's phone went off. I know it was Liam's because the ringtone was Borderline Lovely's cover of "Fix You" by Coldplay. He bounded over the piles of clothes sprawled messily on the floor to grab his mobile. He read the message and immediately burst out laughing.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"Apparently Callista is madly in love with you and she doesn't care who knows it!" Liam explained. As he was reading the text, I felt my face getting redder by the second.
"Who would ever love Zayn?" Lou winked from across the room like he was surprised. I sighed with irritation. The boys have known about my tiny (okay maybe not so tiny) celebrity crush on Callista Mayle.
