Finding Me Again

Movie Night Revelations

Hey guys... I know it's been forever! I've been so so so busy- who knew high school could be so crazy? I'm hoping this chapter will tie y'all over until next week, where I can spend some of my break to write a few chaptersJ

So I only got 5 reads on the last chapter... I don't know what's up with that!!! Guys, I'm dying for feed back here.... Please please please let me know what you think!!!!

The one song that really helped me get through this chapter: Spectrum by Zedd. Love ittttt.

Speaking of songs: WHAT DO YALL THINK OF THE NEW ALBUM? What's your favorite song? I really love You and I! And Don't Forget Where You Belong. And Happily. And Little White Lies. Basically the entire album is just amazing.

As always, share the story, comment, vote, etc.

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The better part of the rest of the week leading up to Friday is spent agonizing over the plans that I unknowingly made.

What the crap am I supposed to do? I panic, thinking of my plans to go CLUBBING WITH ONE DIRECTION. This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. I have to be. Wake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP.

Millie and Steph find my utter humiliation absolutely hysterical, and they eagerly await any news I might get from the boys about where to meet, or go, or whatever. Every time I try and point out how disgusting it is that I'm supposed to go clubbing with 5 (extremely sexy) men, Millie tells me to "have fun" and "do it for the ratchets." By the time Thursday rolls around, I've already decided that whatever news I get from the boys, I am not going. I refuse to go clubbing, because I do not do it for the ratchets. Hell to the no.

"But yet," my subconscious screams at me, "you're dying to see him again." And I can't deny it- it's true. I am dying to see Harry again; I can't help but think about how sexy he would look dancing. I shiver, then shake my head to clear the extremely attractive imagery that comes to mind. And then I am struck with a brilliant idea.

To: Sexy Beast Your Personal Late Night Booty Call

Hey, so about Friday... I was feeling a more chill sort of night... Movie night at my aunt's loft? You bring the sexy and the popcorn, I'll bring the comfy clothes and movies?

I look the message over, and before truly thinking about what I'm going to tell my aunt when One Direction shows up at our doorstep, press send. I put my phone down and head towards the living room to look for movies, but before I even get to the stairs, my phone pings.

From: Sexy Beast Your Personal Late Night Booty Call

Sure, love. Though I was looking forward to grinding on you(; kidding. Kind of. We'll be there, 'round 7.

I laugh at his text and begin to clean up around the house for my guests tomorrow.

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At 7:20, when I've begun to think the boys have ditched or forgotten me, the bell finally rings.

"Hello?" I say into the speaker, expectantly.

"Yeah, love, it's us," Harry's raspy voice comes through even thicker than usual.

"Alright," I press the button to let them in the entrance to the apartment complex, "Floor 7, apartment G3." Before I know it, the boys are knocking on my door.

"Come in!" I shout from the kitchen, where I'm getting together a few movie snacks. Louis is the first to walk in, followed by Liam, then Niall, then Harry, and finally Zayn. They each take in my scattered appearance, and laugh.