~~RAYNE'S POV~~
It was so unreal.
In less than one hour, I went from just another crazy obsesed fan, to being best friends with Liam's girlfriend and being invited to their going away party.
Whoa, man. Like, whoa.
I can barely believe it. I feel like it's a dream I'm going to wake up from at any moment. That it will fall through my fingers like sand.
Things like this just don't happen to people who grow up in small towns and spend most of their time on a computer talking to people they have never met in real life before.
Things like this just don't happen to people like me.
But, oh-ho-ho, did I tell Sierra!
Whatever. I had no time to gloat because my brain had immediately activated full dumbfounded-idiot mode. But what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to react?
Imagine one of your best friends you've known for YEARS just told you that she's dating one of the famous hot boys you had been obsessed with for three long years. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
I'll tell you what I did:
I went home, grabbed a class of fruit punch, sat in a corner and cried. I freaking balled.
And I have no idea why. Was I still shocked? Happy? Too overwhelmed to actually function? Probably all three.
But it didn't matter. You know why?
BECAUSE I WAS GOING TO MEET FREAKING ONE DIRECTION!
I was going to meet Liam and Zayn and Louis and Harry and most importantly, Niall.
I was going to meet the man of my dreams.
Like weyhey, that's some mighty fine good luck, innit?
I had already called both Maddy and Sierra to fangirl over it several times. Whenever I called Maddy, all we did was scream and cry to each other, and I'm not sure about her, but while I was talking to her I was always jumping up and down and flailing my arms like a mentally confused penguin.
When I had called Sierra, I guess she hadn't been totally warmed up to the idea, because she just hypreventilated for a half an hour before I hung up on her.
I hadn't contacted them for a few hours, and was currently struggling to keep my eyes open as I was skyping my Tumblr buddies, my fellow admins to my page (Niall-Licious Horan... Don't judge). Of course, I couldn't tell them about the party. I had promised not to, but it was killing me.
I mean, if I told them, they would pester the address out of me and then what? Have Julia and One Direction hate me?
No thanks.
And since Monday, all I had been thinking about was a mindful of overwhelming thoughts that looked something like:
OMIGOD-ONE-DIRECTION-PARTY-PARTY-PARTY-ZAYN-LOUIS-LIAM-HARRY-NIALL-FREAKING-HORAN-OMIGOD-PARTY-WITH-NIALL-HORAN-LIKE-OMIGOD-ONE-DIRECTION-PARTY-PARTY-PARTY
Yeah, that was just a glimpse into my brain for a few seconds. Now imagine thinking like that for hours or days at a time. And the constant feels were driving me crazy, I felt like my whole body was buzzing, revving some engine in my head.
All I could dream about was Niall and I meeting in some cute way.
He'd spot me from across the room, think, 'That is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... I have to have her' and then cue the C'mon C'mon soundtrack and BAM!
