July 1st
"Harry- Put my bra down!"
"That's not what that's used for Louis!"
"No touchy!"
"Don't throw things, please!"
"That's it- everyone single boy in this room get the hell out!"
I took my bra from Harry, shoving in my suitcase. Sammi yanked her panties from Louis, and put them in her suitcase.
I walked over to my door, pulling it open. I pointed in the hallway. "All of you, out." I ordered. Whines filled the room, making Sammi and I roll our eyes.
"Why? We were helping." Zayn whined. I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Oh, really? You call this," I gestured to my room which looked like a pig's pen, "Helping? Uh, no. I don't care if you're my boyfriend, brother, friend, or Sammi's boyfriend, all of you- out. We need to pack our own things." I said.
Zayn, Harry, and Louis trudged out, mumbling how this wasn't fair. Niall gave Sammi a peck on the cheek and dragged Tyler out of the room. I pointed at the door, making Liam sigh.
Liam pecked my lips and shuffled out. I slammed the door closed, locking it. I skipped back over to my suitcases, which were open on my bed. "Finally, we can actually get some packing done." I said.
She laughed, nodded. "This is why you always see boys with hundreds of suitcases and girls with, like, three. Well, minus those girls who pack twenty bags of makeup." She said, and I nodded.
I folded a tee shirt and neatly placed it on top of my pile, inside my suitcase. "Yeah, I know how you feel. I was talking to Liam yesterday- about interviewing somebody famous." I explained.
She froze, staring at me. "You didn't tell them about the list, did you?" She asked, worried. I rolled my eyes, yet again, but shook my head. She sighed in relief.
"Anyways, I asked him what it was like interviewing somebody famous. He told me, even though this was never live, the boys and him interviewed Olly Murs before." I explained, grabbing my jumpers from my closet and folding them in my suitcase.
Sammi closed her suitcase, sat on it, and started to zip it up. "And? What's the point in this story?" She asked.
I reached forward and helped her close her suitcase. "And," I closed my own suitcase, "Liam asked me if I'd like to interview somebody. I told him I wouldn't, but you would. So after we land in California, he's going to try and set up an interview with you and somebody famous. You're welcome." I said, smiling.
Her face lit up. She sprung off her suitcase, flinging herself at me. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I hope it's Darren Chris! Oh, or Chris Colfer!" She said, pulling around and freaking out.
I laughed, putting my hands on her shoulders. "As much as I'd love to meet them, I'm sure Niall would get super jealous." I laughed, zipping up my suitcase.
"Oh! I forgot, I added something to the list." She said, walking over to her jacket, and digging in the pocket. She grabbed the folded piece of paper, and unfolded it. She handed it over to me.
I looked at the list, my eyes trailing to to the very bottom on the paper. Written in messy purple ink, was:
'Fall in love'
And there was a check mark beside it.
I smiled, looking up at my best friend. I sat down beside her on the bed, looking at the paper. "You really love him, don't you?" I asked, folding the paper back up.
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Bucket List
FanficI walked into Sammi's hospital room, a piece of paper and a pen in my hands. I looked at my best friend lying on the bed. All her blonde, beautiful curly hair was gone and her once bright green eyes were now dull and lifeless. Her cheeks were holl...
