Put it in a song

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Omg I can’t believe I just hold hand with LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON!!” Andy yelled made everyone laughed. “You should have accepted his hand just now Jane! But I’m glad you didn’t!” Jane roll her eyes and we all laugh again.

We heard a knock on the door and when Stella unlock it, it was the boys.

“Hello!” they in unison.

“OMG IT’S THEM!” Jane and Andy grab my hand and jumped and yelled in front of my face.

Everyone laughed and while I suffer from that loud scream. Thank god my ear survive it!

“I see we have a fan here.” Harry said giving the girls a hug. Jane nearly fainted when Harry hugged her.

“So are this lovely ladies your friend?” Harry ask, still hugging Jane.

“Yeah, Jane and Andy.” I introduce them.

Andy is hugging Louis then to Niall to Liam and to Zayn. “omg I can’t believe that I’m here hugging you guys! Ahh! I’m breathing the same air with one direction.”

Everyone became silent and look at me. Jane and I look at each other and burst into laughter. “Sorry, Andy can be crazy, weird and random sometimes.” I said.

They all laughed and everyone turn to each other and talk. Niall came to me and I notice Stan look at me with a smirk, causing me to blush and my heart to beats fast. I’m just nervous that’s all. I said to myself. I smile to Niall as he stands in front of me. For the first time I can see his beautiful blue eyes with my very own eyes, his cute smile and his brown blond hair. He smile at me and made me all tingly inside. I smile back.

“So did you enjoy our pre-show at the balcony?” he ask.

“Yeah, it was fun.” I said.

“Glad you enjoy it.”

I just nod and both of us keep quiet not saying anything. It was awkward until he spoke up.

“So, what’s your name if I may ask?”

“It’s Cara, CaraMia Santana Santiago.” I said.

“Nice name. Can I call you Mia? That sound nice.” He said.

Mia means ‘my’ and only my mom call me that. But of course I didn’t tell him that. What else can I say? No you can’t call me that? I just nod and he smiles like a little boy.

“So how old are you?” he ask.

“How about you guess?” I said.

“19?”

“Nope.”

“18?”

“Nope.”