The First of February (EDITING)

The First of February (1)

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y H A R R Y , Y O U S E X Y B E A S T .

Hello guys, so this is like my first story on here. I hope you all like it, I have to admit I have to edit like crazy so if you see a mistake, I do know it's there, I just will fix it later.

This is a really far fetched and cliche idea, but I don't care. Deal with it. I do hope you like it though, if you don't.... Oh well.

-Lindsay :)

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Ashley's P.O.V-

The brisk February air blew through my messy hair, sending it in all different directions. The wind gave me chills up my body, making me twitch every few minutes from the cold. I clenched my teeth shut, trying not to have them chatter. I folded my arms over my chest and frowned. My nose and cheeks were red from the winter weather as I stood with my friends unhappily.

"Guys, just face it. We are not going to meet him, okay? We have been standing out here all night and all morning, and have made no progress other then getting sick. I am freezing and need to pee, can we please just go now?" I asked, a tone of pleading in my voice. I was getting sick, I could feel the symptoms of a cold catching on rather quickly.

"No! How could you think such a thing, Ash? We are going to meet Harry no matter what it takes!" Katie barked at me defensively. Caroline shot me a stern look after Katie spoke.

"Ashley, stop being so negative!" Kaylah hissed at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. These girls were really starting to piss me off. They all think that Harry is going to marry them and when they meet him he'll fall in love. They're the kind of fans that kiss and talk to their posters.

"I'm tired of this bull shit," I mumbled under my breath so they wouldn't hear me. "If you want me, I'll be around back to see if there are any porta-potties back there," I snapped at my friends who jumped up and down screaming for Harry Styles. They ignored me, which wasn't very shocking.

They aren't going to meet him. He probably isn't even in there, they will just get their dreams crushed and wine to me all about it and somehow blame it on me for being so negative. If it were my eighteenth birthday, I wouldn't spend it trapped inside my hotel room. But that's just me..

I silently made my way around the building, greeted by a freezing gust of wind to my face. The building must have blocked the wind for the most part, so turning to the side where the wind could get by made it stronger and actually took me by surprise. It was like walking into a cold stone wall or giving a snowman a hug.

As I turned the last corner to get to the back of the building, I frowned. There was nothing in sight. This piece of shit hotel had nothing. Correction, it had poorly, over grown hedges surroundings its ten stories. The hedges grew about five feet away from the building, giving me a little bit of the creeps from being so enclosed. There was a bit more room in the back, enough for a small little parking lot.

I tightened my grip around my arms as I still kept them crossed over my chest. After looking around for a few seconds and deciding I was not peeing in the bush, you never know what could be living in there, I made my way to the back door. It was this rusted old metal sad excuse for a door with loose bolts sticking out. As I reached my arm out to the grab the handle, the door came flying at me, hitting me right in the face and forcing me backwards, sprawling onto my back.

Pain shot up to my face as I reached my hand up and touched my nose. I pulled my hand away and saw blood stained on my hand. I tasted blood in my mouth as well, not being able to mistaken the cold, metallic taste. I probably deserved that for being in such a bitchy mood.