Tatum POV
Thank God, I set my time on my phone to London. I felt like I got thirty minutes of sleep, though, the jet lag had me staying up. Tossing and turning. All. Night. Long. But, I still had to wake up and do my running at 6:00 AM, so I did.
There were a few people out, and as My bright red Nike shoes hit the ground. My bright blue headphones bouncing as my iPod was in the pocket of my black Adidas jacket. My red, white, and black Nike shorts allowing my legs to longstride. The wind whipped my blonde ponytail and my face was cool from the air. My arms were swinging like a pendulum, my muscles working overtime due to my exhaustion. I was running for 20 minutes when my phone (which is also my iPod) alerted me that I got an instant message. My heart warmed.
Mr.i_got_styles20: hey babeeee. (;
Tatumsoccerbabee: hey (;
Mr.i_got_styles20: u n London?
Tatumsoccerbabee: yeah! I luv it!
Mr.i_got_styles20: cool. Wen do u start that oxford thing?
Tatumsoccerbabee: Wednesday
Yup, Monday morning. Wooohooo.
Mr.i_got_styles20: well im gonna be on the radio today in 4 hours u wanna cm? mayb we can go get starbucks
I was walking even slower than I was, but in truth I wanted to scream and shout and go frieken insane. I am about to meet STYLES! Styles, who is the sweetest person I have ever met. And he says he wants to meet me at a radio place, in broad daylight. Its safe right? I have to follow my heart, isn’t that what all fairytale stories tell you to do?
Tatumsoccerbabee: yes yes, a thousand times yes
Mr.i_got_styles20: great great (: oh and my friend Z & N said to wear something hot, but u dnt need to cuz u r beautiful
Tatumsoccerbabee: flirt (; and see u soon (;
Mr.i_got_styles20: bye babe (;
I finished my run, turning and heading back to the hotel. I hurried up the elevator and turned off my music. It ended on: Viva La Vida by Coldplay. I love that song, ever since One Direction did it on the X factor. Thank God for international television, right? Oh, and YouTUbe. Youtube helps. I pulled out my headphones and took off my jacket. Revealing my black shirt that had a huge one with a ‘D’. The hole in the ‘D’ was an arrow pointing to the right. The one and the ‘D’ were red. If you odn’t know what it is, you have been living under a rock for the past two years. I love One Direction, so much. Especially Harry and Liam. They are my two favorites, the flirt and the…I have no idea what Liam is, but he is damn near perfect.
“You’re back.” I heard Maya’s Netherlands accent ring through the hotel room.
I gave her a pitiful smile, okay a grin. Styles wants to meet me, nothing can damper my mood.
“Yeah.” I said and logged into my computer and played What Makes You Beautiful.
“Hey! I know that song! They play it on the radio!” She exclaimed and then I pulled up a picture of One Direction.
“I’ve seen their billboards before!” She said even louder. Hmmm, if she likes One Direction, maybe she isn’t that bad. God, Tatum, you sound fourteen years old!
At that moment, I didn’t care. I had to go all “Fellow Directioner” mode on her.
“That’s Harry, Then Zayn, Then Louis, Then Liam, then Niall.” I said and she bit her lip. “My favorites are a tie between Liam and Harry. I haven’t met them, but their voices are equally awesome and they are both sexy. But Liam is hotter.” I said and she pointed to Zayn and Harry.
