Story Of Our Senior Trip (One Direction FanFic)

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CHAPTER 5!

KAYLEE'S P.O.V.

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"UHHHHHHHHH" I groaned as I sat up in the bed. The McDonald's didn't really settle well last night because I couldn't sleep because of my annoying stomach that decided to sing me whale songs all night. I unplugged my phone from the iHome and checked the time. 10:48. Wow I'm up early! There's no chance I can go back to sleep because I'm pretty excited to see what we're going to today. I know Haley would have an idea on what to do but never in a million years would she wake up this early just because. I decided to check out my twitter to pass the time waiting on Haley to wake up. I did my everyday routine I normally do on my phone like tweeting Harry, Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam and checking to see if they've posted anything new when I saw that they actually have posted! 

"@Harry_Styles Unidentified gel in deceivingly small tube does not taste the same as toothpaste. Fact."    Oh Hazza, What are we going to do with you?!

"@NiallOfficial Finally in London ! Ahhhh I'm so stoked ! Meet and greet and O2 Arena in two days then we get to chill ! I love you guys! xxx"  

"@Louis_Tomlinson Big love to everyone :) @NiallOfficial just dropped his tea all over his trousers just to let you all know !!"  

"@Real_Liam_Payne WASSSSS UPPPP London?!!!! xx" 

DID I JUST READ THOSE RIGHT?! THE BOYS ARE ACTUALLY HERE!!!! I re-tweeted and favorited all of the tweets and called my mom to let her know we were here and that we were doing okay. I forgot to call her yesterday even though she reminded me like a billion times before we left. Okay maybe I'm over exaggerating but she still reminded me a lot. After I hung up with my mother, I jumped out of bed and decided to get dressed.

I entered my walk in closet which had dresses and shirts hanging on the top clothes racks, pants and shorts folded on the shelf, and shoes were lined up neatly against the wall. I replaced my over sized sweatshirt with a grey Beatles muscle shirt, even though I don't even have arm muscle to showcase I still have muscle shirts for some reason. Oh well they're comfortable. I put on some black skinny jeans and threw on my red vans. Next, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and put on mascara and a tiny bit of make up over my breakouts. UHHH stupid acne! I then took out the braid I had slept in as night and threw my annoying hair into a messy bun and put on a red bandana as a headband to make it look like I wasn't homeless. Sometimes I wish I was bald. I slid my fake RayBan's over my eyes and walked out of the bathroom. I wish I had real RayBan's. Oh well. I put my phone in my back pocket and money in the other one and walked out of my room. Haley was luckily still asleep because she couldn't know where I was going. I put sticky notes saying I was leaving and I'd be back around 2:30 and not to do anything stupid on the first three places I knew she would look. Her phone, her Niall poster, and of course, the fridge. I grabbed my key to the hotel room and walked to the elevator. I know exactly where I am going. 

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I got out of the cab thanking the man who drove me here and walked through the doors to the O2 arena. The place was huge, and I was only in the lobby! There wasn't too many people around and I was actually pretty surprised. I walked to the window where a younger looking guy sat on his phone not bothering to look busy at work. 

"Sup bro, can I get tickets here?" I said trying to sound cool but by the way he chuckled I probably just sounded like an idiot.

He coughed and cleared his throat to speak. "Depends who do you want tickets to?" He asked with a smirk.

"BARNEY." I stated flatly with a fine tone of sarcasm in my voice. He was clearly amused by my answer because he let out a pretty loud laugh that sounded like a dog bark.