One Little Lie

“Oh for goodness sake Jess, just go as a hobo!”

  My best friend’s irritated tones floated through my tired brain. It was 1 o’clock in the morning. I am not a morning person. 

“Nope,” I said.

 “For the 100th time, it’s not cool,” 

 She sighed, pushing her straight black hair out of her face. 

 “Okay love, One Direction are going to be at Horden Pavilion in seven hours. We don’t have enough money to buy tickets, so were are going to dress up as homeless people so they can feel sorry for us. Then they will take us in, and then Zayn will fall in love with you and you can get married and have gorgeous singing babies!”

 Ok. It’s official. She is mad. 

 Well I guess I’d better introduce myself. Hello there! I’m Jess, and I live in Sydney, Australia. My best friend is Grace Song, and she is crazy. We are both One Direction obsessed. She has her Harry and I have my Zayn. 

 We were all cool, until this moment. Grace had this genius idea that, because we’re teenage girls and don’t have enough money to buy a ticket to go see One Direction, we would dress up as homeless people, and go sit outside Horden Pavilion where they were performing. One Direction will see us, and become our besties because they felt sorry for us. Then Harry will take Grace back to London and they will live happily ever after. 

 And then I will be a loner. 

 Which is why, at 1 in the morning, I am grumpily ripping holes in my jeans, while Grace is happily throwing dirt in my hair. Damn my best friend for coming up with a plan like this. Damn me for agreeing to it!