I could hear my alarm going off and I hoped that if I just ignored it the annoyed sound would stop. If I kept my eyes shut, maybe the alarm would just become a distant part of a new dream.
I was wrong. My arm feebly reached up and I blindly slapped my hand on the nightstand, thinking that if I kept trying, eventually I'd hit the off button.
"Lydia, turn that thing off."
"Mom, I'm trying."
My eyes opened slightly, watching my finger turn the alarm off. My head immediately slammed back down onto the pillow and my eyes closed. Maybe if I just lay here quietly I can get a little bit more sleep.
"Lydia, get up. Now. We have stuff to get done today."
Ughhh, I so do not want to do anything. I'm not a morning person, at all. Evident in my lazy eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, and grumpy mood. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rubbed my eyes before getting up and going to the bathroom. I put the toilet seat down and sat down, telling myself I was only going to rest my eyes...
"Lydia, c'mon," my mom said through the door, her knocking making my eyes shoot open. I looked around briefly before getting up and reaching for my toothbrush.
About 20 minutes later, I was fully dressed ready to go. I checked my reflection in the mirror before I claimed to be completely done. This would have to do. My long red hair was in fairly good looking waves (thank god for my natural hair) and fell onto my green flowy tank top. I figured jeans and Converse were good enough on bottom.
"Okay Mom, lets do this thing!"
"Thank god. Took you long enough."
"Took you long enough," I repeated mockingly as she smirked at me.
We finally walked out the door and headed down the hallway. I checked my phone for the time then put it back in my back pocket as we waited for the elevator.
"So what do we have to do today?" I asked as the elevator doors opened.
"We're making lunch for everybody on the One Direction crew," she said as she casually walked into the elevator. I couldn't follow. My feet were frozen to the floor as my mind tried to process what my mom just said.
One Direction crew.
That meant everybody.
Even One Direction.
Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.
"Lydia, come on. For Christ's sake, we need to get down to the kitchens. I need plenty of time to get ready and you're going to need to help me."
I nodded and pulled my feet up, walking into the elevator. I could feel my arm snake around my waist, almost holding myself together. What the hell was I going to say to them? What the fuck are they going to say to me? Shit, shit, shit. I really need to calm down with the cuss words. I'm sure Harry doesn't like girls who swear like a sailor. Holy fuck, why am I thinking about this?! Who gives a shit what kind of girl he likes? I know it's not me. I don't know why I keep building up this idea in my head that my life is like a movie, that Harry fucking Styles is going to see me from across a room, his jaw will drop at the sight of my beauty (HA, funny joke) and then it'll be love at first sight.
But this is Harry Styles. Lydia, buck up. Stop thinking you're special enough for that to really happen. Real life is not like a movie. Better get that through your head now.
After a long elevator ride of mentally bringing myself up and putting myself down only to repeat it again, the door opened at the lobby. My mom and I stepped out and I looked around like I was looking for a fucking ghost. No sight of the five perfect boys, but I could see out the front doors and I could see a group of girls. I've got to hand it to them, they sure are dedicated.
