summer love ∞ h. s.

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jasmine

Sleeping was honestly one of my favorite things to do. It was peaceful, and none of my problems mattered. Everything was okay, at least for a few hours.

Being woken up was my least favorite thing.

So when the buzzing of my phone pulled me out of my slumber, I was already grimacing.

I groaned, blindly feeling around the white end table beside my bed for my phone. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. When my fingers finally found the cool screen of my phone, I grabbed it and slowly opened my eyes as I clicked the lock button a few times to get the alarm to stop.

It was 5:45pm. I'd gotten up about twelve hours ago and run some errands for Renee, my older sister, but once I finally got back home around 2 or 3 o'clock, I'd decided to take a nap. That way, I'd be fully rested for tonight.

After scrolling through my notifications for a few minutes, I finally sat up, throwing my purple and white striped comforter off of my legs. The cold air gave me goose bumps.

I was supposed to pick up my best friend, Sierra, at 7 o'clock from her house. From there, we would head to Grilby's, a popular bar & grill in Southeast. And then. . .to the concert.

Yes, after a year of saving up, we'd gotten tickets to a One Direction concert. They weren't front row or anything, and we couldn't afford backstage passes, but I was content with just being able to see them for a few hours. Even if they never saw me.

As I put my makeup on, I couldn't stop the fantasies from forming in my mind. What if I did get to meet them? The thought of hearing Louis's laugh or seeing Niall genuinely smile up close sent chills down my spine.

Now, believe me, I was a fan, but I was no. die-hard "Directioner." I just liked their music. I didn't know their birthdays or hometowns or middle names. Hell, I probably couldn't even tell you their eye colors off the top of my head.

But the music. That was the best part for me. It was all I really cared about. Their music made it easier for me to handle a hard day. Singing their songs helped me stop crying or panicking. Sierra and I always had the best time singing their music together, in the pool, in the car, in her room. It was one of the ways we bonded.

So tonight was a huge night. We'd get to see them live, hear them live. I was so unbelievably excited.

My platinum blonde hair didn't need much preparation, fortunately. It had natural big, loose curls at the bottom, reaching from my shoulder blades to the small of my back. All I had to do was part it in the center with a comb and brush the rest of it, but then I saw a little pinkish bow on my dresser and decided to pull the top half of my hair back into a ponytail, pinning the bow on it.

(^that's her outfit and makeup.)

Once I was finally satisfied with how my eyebrows looked, I dabbed on some makeup setting spray with a sponge, grabbed my phone and mint-colored leather clutch, and headed to the living room.

My older sister, Renee, was lounged out on the sofa, watching TV. She glanced up at me, narrowing her emerald eyes. I had the same eyes. "Jas, I can see some of your stomach."

Of course she would make a remark. She couldn't just tell me I looked good; she had to bitch at me. I smiled innocently. "I'm almost eighteen, okay? A little skin is okay. It's just gonna be a bunch of girls and gay guys at the concert anyway." I grabbed my keys off of the table behind the sofa.

"Okay, okay," she mumbled. "Have fun, and be safe, okay? Don't hesitate to call me if you need me."

"Okay, Mom," I joked, patting her on the shoulder. She was really protective of me, but I guess that was her job since our grandmother and guardian didn't really care about us.

Sierra was waiting out in her yard when I pulled up in my silver Camry.

(^that's Sierra's outfit)

Her outfit was much less girly than mine, but that made sense for her. She'd always been more into grunge than I. I prefer pastel over leather.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them!" she squealed as she slid into the passenger seat.

I connected my phone's bluetooth to the car stereo and played a playlist consisting of only our favorite One Direction songs.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, "me neither."

The fifteen minute ride to Grilby's consisted of us both exchanging our fantasies and unrealistic hopes for the night. She wanted to meet Louis, and I didn't care which one I met as long as I met him. That would just be an unforgettable experience.

Grilby's was pretty packed, to say the least. That was weird; no place in Southeast Little Rock was ever this busy. I even saw a couple of news channel vans.

"Thank God we made a reservation," Sierra mumbled, gazing out at the sea of cars.

I ended up having to park at the hotel right beside the restaurant.

Inside, it was just as busy as I'd expected. Getting through the doors was hard enough; getting the attention of a host or hostess was basically impossible.

"Ma'am– Ma'am!" I pestered the redhead at the podium.

She glanced up at me, and I could see how stressed she was. I gave a gentle smile and said, "My friend and me have a reservation for 7:30. I'm Jasmine Blake."

After a few moments of searching the book, she nodded and grabbed two napkin things and two menus. "Right this way, ladies."

I was looking all around the restaurant as Sierra and I followed the hostess. Why was it so packed? Why were the news crews here, and where were they? I hadn't seen them yet.

I should've been paying attention to what was in front of me, because suddenly I walked right into someone. He was tall and sturdy, so he didn't stumble, but if he hadn't grabbed my waist, I would've fallen for sure.

"Oh! I'm so sorry–" And suddenly, as I looked up at him, I couldn't breathe. My eyes had just met those of Harry Styles.