~~SIERRA'S POV~~
Me and Harry got married.
And then I woke up.
"UGH! WHY HARRY, WHY?!" I whined, sitting up in my bed. and rubbing my temples. I clicked off my alarm and picked up the empty Harry Styles cup on my minifridge and hucked it across the room.
"That's what you get, Harry! For being so gorgeous and teasing me with your dumb dreams!"
I frowned to myself for a second, then pushed my duvet aside and walked over to where the plastic cup hit the wall and landed stoicly before my laundry basket.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean it." I whispered to my Harry Styles cup after picking it up and caressing his smiling face.
I pecked the cup - for good measure - then set it on back on my minifridge and yawned.
Then a thought hit me.
Today was Thursday. Today was Thursday. Tomorrow was Friday. Tomorrow was the party. Tomorrow I was going to meet One Direction. Tomorrow I would probably drop dead from shock. No, wait! I can't do that, because then Harry and I really can't get married!
Suddenly I heard the familiar tune of Diana ring out in a stonely manner. At first I thought it was some kind of sign about the perriwinkle, but then I realized that Diana was Julia's ringtone.
I grabbed my phone, yawned, and answered it.
"Why do you feel so compelled as to interrupt my daydreaming about Harry Styles?" I demanded as I tucked a strand of my brown hair behind my ear.
"Oh please." Julia laughed from the other end of the line. "You're gonna be glad about this one. Now get dressed nicely - as in One Direction nice - and meet me outside your house in an hour."
"What -" I started, but was cut off by the other end of the line going dead. What was she getting at...?
Could we possibly be meeting the boys today? Just the thought if it made me hyperventilate.
Oh God, Sierra, I thought to myself. If you hyperventilate and have a heart attack then you won't even be able to meet them!
That seemed to calm me down...
For the most part.
But think about it. Me. One Direction. Within the same ten feet of each other. One hour.
That thought made me hyperventilate again for a second.
What was I doing? It was in an hour, I need to get moving!
Wait a minute ... But we have school today! The party - excuse me, I mean perriwinkle - was after school tomorrow so we aren't gonna miss school then, but...
Wait, why was I over thinking this again? This is One Direction we're talking about! And they're definitely worth a missed day of school.
After a short moment of contimplation, I decided on a black tank top with a pink short sleeved lace shirt over it. For bottoms, I ended up choosing a black pencil skirt that showed off just the right amount of my bronze legs.
And I know what you're thinking: Eew, she fake tans! Well, you're 100% wrong so stop making assumptions. I'm not orange, and my skin is naturally tan without the use of the sun or high-tech lights, thank you very much.
After choosing my clothing, I spent twenty minutes applying and re-applying makeup.
Should I put on a little extra for meeting One Direction for the first time? Nah, I wanted them to like me for being myself and starting out with being fake is not the way to go.
