Story Of Our Senior Trip (One Direction FanFic)

Meet & Greet

OKAY SO WE HAD TO CHANGE THE MEET AND GREET TO SATURDAY AND THE CONCERT TO SUNDAY INSTEAD OF THEM BEING ON THE SAME DAY. YOU WILL SEE WHY. READ ALONG KIND PEOPLE OF WATTPAD.

HALEY'S P.O.V.

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"HALEY GET YOUR BUTT UP!" Kaylee screamed as she whacked me with a pillow for the tenth time today.

"NO!" I said back while shoving my face deeper into my pillow. I'm not getting up! It's wayyyy to early, well for me anyway, plus she can't make me. It's a free country! DID YA FORGET THAT YOU BOZO?!  I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask for? Nope, it's not therefore that is what I shall do.

"WE HAVE A HUGE DAY AND IT'S A SURPRISE. WE NEED TO LEAVE IN TWENTY MINUTES SO GET READY! I EVEN LAID YOUR CLOTHES OUT AND I'LL BE IN THE KITCHEN MAKING BREAKFAST!" She exclaimed as she walked out of the room to who knows where.

"UGHHH" I groaned knowing I needed to get up because there was no chance of her letting me go back to sleep. I have no idea where we are going because she wouldn't tell me no matter what I did. I even threatened to take away her one direction privileges and she wouldn't crack! She took my phone, laptop, and wouldn't let me watch TV because it would ruin the surprise. Or so she said. After all the nagging I did, I somehow convinced her to give my phone back but it's useless. She put a pass code on it. Meany head. I think I'm going into withdraws. I somehow pulled my body off the bed only to be plunged onto the floor. 

"NOW I'M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND." I yelled quoting Taylor Swift even though I don't like her at all. She wrote two clucking songs about our little Hazza! Like no that's not cool! I got back up and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and then my tangled hair and straightened it. I put on mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, and some light pink baby lips along with a few squirts of the greatest perfume ever. Our Moment of course! Walking to my closet, I found the clothes Kaylee had put out for me to wear. It was a brand new outfit with all the tags still one everything. A cream tank top, light blue sweater, high-waisted ripped blue jean shorts, brown ankle boots with a small heel, a black cross necklace, and a tan channel cross body purse. Well done my friend. Well done. I put the outfit on and put everything I needed in the brand new purse. My phone which still was useless, lip gloss, chap-stick, money, and some sunglasses. I left the bracelet I always wear which I had received from my sister on my sixteenth birthday. The last birthday of mine she had been to before she passed. (PICTURE OF OUTFIT TO THE SIDE!) 

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled shaking the thought about my sister but not completely. That would be impossible. Kaylee definitely knows me. I nodded at my reflection approving the look and walking out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where I could hear Kaylee clanging pots and pans together as she cooked breakfast. Oh good Gandhi she never ever cooks. This is scaring me. She's cooked once when I was around and it didn't end well. We were at my house an she tried to make us one of those pizzas you put in the oven and ended up burning it. Like it was on fire somehow. Long story short, she broke the oven, the pizza was no longer edible, and my dad got really mad and hasn't even let her make cereal at my house. Although my parents were furious, I found it hilarious.

"KAYLEE STOP!!" I yelled as I ran into the kitchen with my arms out.

"WHAT?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" she panicked as she turned around with her eyes popping out of her head. Well not literally. That would be gross and unnatural.

"YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T COOK!" I yelled and slapped her lightly.

"ha ha ha." She said sarcastically. "You're never going to let that go are you? That was one time!  I can still cook. Just not pizza." she said defending herself.