My eyes slowly fluttered open, the light from outside coming in through the window. I stretched my limbs out, hearing my body cracking a bit. I let out a sigh and turned to look at my mom in the bed next to me. Her eyes were shut and showed no sign of waking up anytime soon. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom.
I flicked the light on and jumped at the sight of my reflection in the mirror. My hair was all over the place and I had mascara from the day before caked under my eyes. What a lovely fucking sight to wake up to. I jumped into the shower and freshened myself up. Lord knows I needed it.
When I finally walked out of the bathroom after taking care of my morning routine, towel on my head, my mom was sitting up in bed watching TV.
"Morning Mom."
"Good morning. How'd you sleep?"
"Not too bad. Looked like you slept like a log."
She chuckled and nodded. She got out of bed and got ready while I finished getting dressed while trying not to knock the towel on my head off. Ten minutes later she was ready to start her day.
"So I have to go out and buy a couple more things then have a meeting with the chefs. Do you want to go with me?"
I thought about it then shook my head.
"If it's okay with you, I'd rather just stay here for right now."
My mom nodded and said she'd talk to me later as she walked out the door. I just wasn't up for going out and I think my mom understood that. I lay back against the headboard and grabbed my computer from my bag on the floor by the side of my bed. I quickly got onto Twitter to check if there was anything worth retweeting or favoriting, pretty much just killing time.
My eyes stopped on a One Direction fan twitter page I followed and saw pictures of the boys from yesterday. I could feel a small smile creep onto my face at how cute they all looked. Just seeing the picture of Harry reminded me of him surprising me in the kitchen the day before and the smile he sent my way later. He could seriously give somebody a heart attack with that damn smirk and dimples of his.
I've always had a crush on Harry Styles. I thought his personality was so adorable and his sense of humor made me laugh. I could tell he had a big heart and cared for those around him. And I can't forget how good looking he is. As much as I liked him, I always thought that I would never in a million years meet him and if by some chance I did, I knew that he would never like me like that so I shouldn't get my hopes up. Not even in a romantic way, but just liked me enough to want to be around me. I was probably too average or fucking weird for somebody like him. I'm probably not even his type. Oh my god, I need to let that shit go.
After a while of watching TV and being on my computer, I felt like I needed to get out. I threw on some shoes and headed out the door. Walking down the hall, I became increasingly aware that I was walking past the bedroom doors of One Direction and my feet began to carry me a little quicker down towards the elevator.
By the time I got outside, I realized I didn't really know anywhere to go so I just headed down the sidewalk. I walked past stores, restaurants, people of all kinds. So far, I've enjoyed London. I mean, I haven't seen much outside of the hotel and the café my mom and I went to but it felt nice to be somewhere different. My dad had been to London before for a business trip and when he came home, he gushed all about it. That's right about the time that my dad started to be gone more. He was always gone on a business trip and he wasn't a bad dad per say, he just wasn't there. And it took a toll on my mom and me.
