There's Only One Direction: London

I sat in the dark on my bed late monday night, scrolling through twitter. I knew i should be studying for my test the next day, but i just loved looking at funny pictures people tweet of this boy band i love so much. They live halfway across the world, and the more i thought about them, the more i wished i had lived closer to them. I lay my head back on the wall, and as i stared up at the glowing stars on my ceiling, i closed my eyes and dreamt about meeting one direction. I pictured Niall treating me to a Nandos meal, Liam kissing my booboo when i got hurt, Harry playing with my curls as i did his, Louis letting me try on his suspenders, or Zayn staring mysteriously into my eyes. I smiled a little bit then,

*ITS GOTTA BE YOUUUUUU* rang from my phone. Hesitantly, i snatched up my phone and poked at the screen, it was one of my best friends, Katie.

"Hey there" i said laughing

"Yea hey, oh my god Sara! go on twitter right now!"

"I am… why? what am i look…. OH MY GOD!" my heart stopped, i couldn't breathe, could this be my one chance of actually meeting one direction? "I…I…I'll call you back." I hung up the phone and stared at the screen, wide- eyed. A tweet from Niall himself read:

"Hello, the boys and I have decided to host a contest, the winner gets a big surprise from us. It doesn't matter where you live, you can enter. We will personally pick the winner ourselves."

I read this over and over again, hoping this wasn't a dream. I knew that a million other girls are entering this, but someone has to win, and what if that someone was me? I clicked on the link and entered my name, where i live, and why i love One Direction, and sent it. My heart raced, just like the song. I smiled and closed my laptop. I lay my head on my pillow, and closed my eyes only wishing that for some reason, they pick me.

I was walking down a long hallway, with 5 doors on the right side. I looked in the first door and there harry was, sitting in the corner banging his head against the wall. As i walked closer i heard him repeating,

"Why won't he love me? why won't he love me? why won't he love me?" I was confused and I asked him what he was talking about. He slowly turned his head around and screamed,

"IS IT BECAUSE I HAVE CURLY HAIR?" It startled me and i walked backward out the door, and closed it. I traveled to the second door and walked in, as it was wide open. Liam was sitting in a bright green beanbag chair with his computer on his lap and headphones on his head. He didn't look up, just giggled as he reached down to a bowl of fruit sitting on the floor by his feet. I peered over the screen to see what he was watching. It was a documentary on turtles. I looked up at his face as he stared down at the screen. He looked up at me and smiled, winked, then dropped his head down to the screen. I peeked my head into the next room and saw Zayn peacefully sleeping in his bed. He had fallen asleep to power rangers again, what a surprise. I then pulled my head out and leaned into the next room. Louis was shaving what looked like sculpture of Harry, out of carrots. Not wanting to interrupt, i walked out of the room. I knocked on the next door and heard Niall yell "come in!" i walked in and saw him sitting on the windowsill, paying his guitar and eating pizza. He got up and ran over to me, and hugged me. I had the warmest feeling, but then, a strange noise came from behind me. They were cowbells. I tried pulling away from his grasp, but i couldn't, he wouldn't let me go. The cowbells got louder, and louder. Then he whispered into my ear,

"Your insecure, don't know what for."

My eyes shot open. I tilted my head upwards to look at my clock- radio. *6:00 a.m.* lit up on the screen. I closed my eyes and listened to Harry's voice for a few more seconds. Then when i had enough energy to move, i lifted my arm up to hit the "OFF" button. I attempted at getting up, but i was wrapped up tight in my blankets. After struggling for a few moments, i escaped, leaped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. As i washed my hands i stared into the mirror. I dried my hands then wiped the crust from my eyes and let out a big yawn. I dragged myself back to my room, threw on a sweater, skinny jeans and some soft, fluffy socks, then, put on the "Up All Night" cd. I sat at my vanity and decided wether today i was going to care about how i looked. As usual, i caved and began straightening my hair. After 20 minutes passed, and my hair was pin-straight, I threw on some cover-up, a pair of Vans, turned off the cd-player and rushed out of my room. I shoved a breakfast bar and a glass of orange juice down my throat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door, onto the bus. I sat at the back of the dark bus, lost in my music, hoping that school wasn't going to drag again today.