In A New York Minute ☓NH •ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ•

We Meet One Direction Today, Ryan!(1)

"I'm coming. I'm coming!" I sighed as I lazily dragged myself out of my big, fluffy, bed and planted my feet on the cold, hard wood floor. Pulling down my giant grey penguin sweater, I slipped on my slippers and walked down the stairs slowly. "Yes dad?" I asked as I reached the last step.

"Why are you not getting ready?" He asked as he looked me over.

"It's 9 in the morning. The concert starts at 8 PM. I've got time." I said as I looked out the giant glass window, over the city.

"Darling, I told the boys you were a socialite. And right now you're being a shut in.  You and Destiny are to go buy new outfits for tonight. You have to look your best, there will be lots of paparazzi following you and the boys for the next few weeks. I'm giving you my credit card. I trust you not to lose Desi, and please don't take the subway again. Take a taxi, or get in a horse and carraige, I don't care as long as you're not on the subway." He said as he handed me his gold credit card. "I love you, Ryan. And please, please, please try to be on your best behavior with the boys, tonight. I'll be there to get Desi, at ten thirty. Then you and the boys can do what you want."

"Gee, thanks, dad. I thought being eighteen meant I had that right without asking." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Nothing, just saying I love you." I faked a smile. He nodded and went to find Desi.

"Socialite my left ass cheek." I said as I ran up the stairs to my room to throw on clothes.

Im not a socialite in any sense, just a girl with a famous father. And I'm not a big One Direction fan.  I mean their music's pretty good, but I wouldn't call myself a 'Directioner.'

"DESI!" I yelled, waiting for the little blonde girl to run into my room.

Desi, on the other hand was a hardcore Directioner. She knew every word to every song, she could recite the video diaries from the top of her head, and she could tell you most facts about the boys, especially Niall. She LOVED Niall.

"What Ryan?" She asked as if I'd interrupted her while she was doing something important.

"Ooo, Ms. Tude. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to Red Mango after we bought our new outfits, but now we're not going to." I said as I turned to my dresser, and pulled out a bra, undies, and socks.

"Ryan!" She whined. I giggled as I walked into my closet.

"Shouldn't have been mean, Des." I said as I found my favorite outfit.

"Ryan, I'm sorry." Desi continued to whine as she followed me into the bathroom.

I assessed the damage of my hair, and decided that it was fine to leave the way it was. It was in a side pony and it was wavy, only slightly knotty.  I brushed my teeth and flossed, then put on my face. I grabbed my sunglasses and my purse and slung it over my left shoulder so that it hung on my right hip.

She was over by my vanity, looking through my jewelry box, in my belly ring draw.

"Can you put this one in?" She asked holding up a dangling heart-shaped lock with a pink diamond encrusted key.

"Sure, Des." I smiled as she handed it to me. "We gotta go though."  I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the house.

We stopped at Starbucks, since it was next to our house/hotel/apartment [I don't know what to call it. I never have, and it pissed me off.] so I could get some sort of nutrients in me. A  venti double chocolaty chip frappucino is nutrients, right?  Des got the same thing, but grande. Venti was too much sugar, plus she'd never finish it.

We haled a cab, although Des protested because there was a horse and carriage right behind our cab, and she loved the horses. But I won that battle by telling her how awful the drivers are to the horses, and how they're overworked to the point that they often collapse. I told the driver to drop us off at Toys R Us. I knew the city like the back of my freshly manicured hand.

"Where to Des?" I asked.

"Forever Twenty-One!" She smiled. And off we went, walking through the streets until we came upon the huge store. It was perfect for both of us.

As we walked through the giant store, grabbing anything we found appealing, I asked Desi about the boys, trying to put a name to each face.

"Harry's the curly-q?" I said, it was more of a question.

"YES! See you're getting better at this already." She said with a cheerful smile.

"The blonde one, with the cute crooked smile, and the Irish brogue is Niall." I said. That one, I knew for sure.

"Liam's the one one that has the light, curly-ish hair?" Another question, rather than a statement.

"Yes!" She said as she looked at a lacy tank top.

"Zayn's the one with the black hair." It stopped sounding like a question after I got Liam right.

"And that leaves Louis, the one with the pretty eyes, and the side-swept hair." I smiled.

"Des, give me facts about them." I said as I looked at a white dress, with little black roses all over it.

"Liam's afraid of spoons."

I cocked my eyebrows at her. "What?"

"Liam. He's afraid of spoons." She said simply. I couldn't help but giggle a little. "And he only has one kidney, and Directioners call him Daddy Direction 'cause he's sensible."

"Okay. What about Harry?"

"He loves cats, and he runs around naked a lot." Oh this should be fun.

"Lou?" I said searching for the right size dress.  "He's OBSESSED with carrots. He and Styles have a bromance, Directioners ship them as Larry Stylinson. He's completely random and immature. OH! And he sleeps naked sometimes." She said as she handed me a dress in my size.

"Zayn?"

"He's in love with his mirror. And his hair styling products. He has three sisters. Directioners call him the Bradford Bad Boy."

"And Niall?"
"You're telling me that in the years that I've been obsessed with Niall, you've never absorbed anything I've told you about him?!" She asked, seeming extremely disappointed in me, to which I just gave her an apologetic shrug and matching smile.

"He plays guitar, L O V E S to eat. Especially Nando's. He likes to fart." She giggled.

"How are you this calm Desi?" I asked as we walked into the dressing room. The child was CRAZY about One Direction, yet she was calm, cool, and collected. 

"They're always getting bombarded by screaming fans. They'll notice me more if I'm the only one not freaking out." She said as we both undressed, then slid a new outfit on.

We both walked out and took a good look at each other. We both gave each other two thumbs up. I was wearing the white dress with the flowers. Another check on my checklist for being tour-guide Barbie to One Direction.