*You look at your lit up phone screen.*
"Ugh, what does she want at four in the morning?!"
*You tap the answer button.*
"Hello?"
"Hey, Boo! What are you doing?"
"Sleeping, aren't you?"
"No, I'm in London, remember?"
"Well, then you know damn well about the time difference. It's four in the morning here!"
"I know. But it's Saturday. So you're good."
"Is there a specific reason why you called?"
"Yeah actually. ~Just hurry up and tell her, Sierra.~ I'm working on it! Okay so, we're flying you out here."
"We? What? Was that Harry in the background? I'm so confused!"
"Harry and I are flying you out here."
"Why?!"
"Because, for one, I miss your face, and two, we have someone who wants to meet you. Like really bad."
"When?"
"Three days so get to packing!"
"Okay? But I have to ask my mom."
"Already done, she told me to look after you and to watch you like a hawk."
"So wait.."
"Stop asking questions! You'll find out when you get here! Okay, I gotta go, but I'll talk to you later or something. Love you!! Bye!"
"But wait! I nee-"
* You hear the distinct beeping indicating that she had hung up.*
"Love you too.."
*You roll over and stare at the ceiling. Why in the hell was she flying me to London. Is she moving out there and wants to see me one last time? Damn, you start dating a celebrity and your old life just goes to shit. You toss the covers aside and get up. You walk to the bathroom and pee. When your done you walk back to your room and check your phone. Sierra had texted you.*
«Sierra: I have a present for you!»
«You: What in hell could it be?»
«Sierra: Oh, just wait. You'll loooove it!»
«You: I better.»
«Sierra: Have you gotten it yet?»
«You: No. What are you talking about.»
*Just then your phone vibrates again. A message from Twitter.*
"Wait. What did that say?!"
*You click over to the twitter tab in your messages. Your jaw drops.*
"No fucking way!"
*You exit your messages and go to call Sierra again. On the third ring, she answers, or so you think.*
"Hello."
"You're not Sierra."
"No, that's right. I'm not."
"And you're not Harry, either."
"No."
"Who is this?"
*You hear Sierra in the background.*
"~Tell her! She needs to know!~ Well, Jenna, I can't wait to meet you. I've heard a lot about you and I think we'll get on real well. Let me introduce myself. I'm Luke Hemmings."
"What? No, no you're kidding me. Where's the cameras, because I'm getting punk'd."
"Jenna? It's Sierra. No I promise you it's legit Luke. We're all hanging at Zayn's tonight. Ask Perrie if you don't believe me."
*You hear movement. A thick female British accent comes over the line.*
"Jenna, right? This is Perrie. Sierra isn't kidding you. Luke is really here. It's me, Zayn, Luke, Sierra, Harry, Liam, Liam, and Gemma."
"You said Liam twice."
"Oh, that's because Gemma's boyfriend's name is Liam."
"Oh, okay I believe you guys. Can I talk to Sierra please?"
"Of course. I can't wait to meet you."
"Like wise."
*More movement and then a laugh.*
"Jenna?"
"Yeah, okay. I'll come. Just, don't be bullshitting me here."
"I'm not I swear! And I gave Luke your number. He'll text you later. Get some rest. Love you. Night, or I guess, morning now. Lol."
"Yeah. Morning. Love you, too. Talk to you later."
*You hang up. You lay your phone down next to you and stare at it. When? When will he text you?*
"God, calm down, Jenna. Stop being anxious and shit."
* You roll onto your back and close your eyes. Slowly you fall back asleep, a very light sleep that doesn't last very long, but at least you'll be rested enough to face the day.*
