Meant to be?

1. Hotel Crashing

Janna Sofia Carter

So here I am at the glass door on some expensive hotel in London. In coldness of the night, waiting for my idols to come around.

Yep, my idols which were mainly consisted of five guys naming, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and my husba-er, Harry Styles.

One Direction. Just thinking of the name got me all fuzzy inside because, at last, the long wait was over. A few minutes, I would be seeing them, right here in this very hotel. Well okay, maybe they wouldn't show up but still I knew we were now breathing the same air so I guess it would be enough, for a while.

I was literally bouncing on my feet as I roam my eyes around the lobby. My bestfriends, Ianne and Jasmine were doing the same. Ehm, let's rephrase that. It's only Ianne who was because Jasmine wasn't a fan of them. We kind of just dragged her here in the first place. Why? Long story and that's not the point right now.

I always dreamed of meeting the man of my dreams, Harry Styles. I always said to myself, I wouldn't freak out. Never shout in his face and don't look at him dumbly. Well, that's what I told myself to do, but standing in front of their hotel and knowing he was just above or possibly a few meters away from me?

I couldn't. I mean who would?

Ianne was clutching her banner tightly. It was for Louis. I didn't have any banners because I wasn't prepared and I was planning on bringing it to their concert so it still wasn't finished. Jasmine was grumbling every now and then. She hated big crowds and of course, fangirling people because she knew how fangirling works (having been friends with Ianne and me). Lets just say she wasn't fond of it.

My eyes was still roaming around the hotel when Ianne began to whine.

"Where are they?" She demanded.

"They are taking so long" I agreed.

"Well that means, we should go, we've been here for like, three hours now? I think we should go" Jasmine said, annoyed.

"No" Ianne said sharply as she looked at Jasmine "What if they showed up? And we weren't here-"

Then the elevator at the hotel opened,

"Holy. Shit." I whispered.

The screaming began. They they were. The band that I've been going crazy this past two years. They were in front of me. Well, not literally.

I was frozen in spot. You ever get the feeling where you just get petrified and all you can do is stare? Where everything just stopped and muted and your eyes were solely focused on someone? That's what I felt as I saw them walked graciously on the lobby.

Then of course, the pushing began and I was pushed at the door, breaking up my dramatic world and all. I scowled but then I smiled immediately. I didn't want to be caught wearing that scowl can I?

Niall was waving and grinning, his blue eyes was shining brightly. Liam was smiling and so was Louis and waving nonchalantly. Zayn was on his phone but he smiled nevertheless and Harry, he was a god! I mean he was smiling with his dimples showing and waving in all of us. How can he be so handsomely legal?

I shouted at the top of my lungs. Niall looked at me and smiled.

Holy crappy macaroni cheese.

He smiled at me.

Uhm, what is air again?

I turned to Ianne and shouted "Oh my god! Niall smiled at me!!" I thrilled.

She was about to say something,

and that's when things got beautiful.

There was a one huge blow behind us and we were hurtled forward, the glass doors opened and with me and my bestfriends right on its front. We were sprawled on the ground, inside the hotel.