Struggle. { 1D }

The concert.

•Harper•

"Harper"

"Harper get up babe"

"HARPER"

"HARPER GET THE FUCK UP"

I woke up to someone yelling and shaking me. That someone being my annoying bff, Layla.

"Ok, ok I'm up are you happy?" I say with my face still shoved in my pillow.

"You know Harper," I hear her say as I feel the bed dip down from someone siting on it, "I have to admit I'm not very happy," as she says this I start to feel something cold and wet dripping on my face. I turn my face, so I'm facing my ceiling, as I wipe the cold substance off my face. As soon as I open my eyes I'm showered with ice cold water. Just as soon as this happens I jump out of my bed, instead of just sitting in the cold liquid. I hear Layla laugh, then start running off down the hall.

"I have a feeling someone isn't going to live past tonight" I sing as I chase after Layla. Lucky for me I'm pretty fast, so I caught up to Layla in no time.

"Do you wanna know who that person is, Layla?" I ask as I grab hold of a wad of her shirt, from behind.

"Not really" she whimpers when I turn her around so she's facing me. I grab a fist full of the collar of her shirt and get in her face.

"Well darling, it's going to be you if you don't march your little ass right back into my room, with your blow dryer in hand, and blow dry my bed until it feels like the fucking Sahara Desert" I whisper in her face. As I back away from her she makes a pouty face.

"Hold on a second, Harper?" Layla questions me.

"Huh" I say kind of confused about what she would ask me.

"A second ago were you implying that I have a small ass, because the other day we checked and I have a bigger ass then you" She states.

"What in the world are you talking about, Layla?" I question my petite blonde friend.

"Well a little bit ago you said march your little ass back upstairs" She says as she puts her hands on her hips. I just stare blankly at her face, feeling like I'm forgetting something. Then I look down at her Liam Payne shirt, and remember what I'm forgetting.

"WAIT, WE ARE GOING TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT TONIGHT" I scream at her, freaking out because I have no idea what time it is and we have to be at the concert by seven. Layla starts laughing at me in my frantic state.

"Harper calm down you have plenty of time to get ready, I'll pick out your outfit while you shower" She tells me, trying to help.

"Layla it's four thirty in the afternoon, that only gives me two hours and thirty minutes to prepare for the biggest night of my life" I ramble off as I'm running past her to get to the shower, totally forgetting about the water soaked bed I'll have to deal with later.

As I get out of the shower I wrap a fuzzy towel around my thin frame and wrap another towel around my waist length dark brown hair. I walk into my room to see Layla sitting on the edge of my bed with an outfit picked out for me to wear.

"Thanks babe" I say as I go to check out the outfit she picked out. Its a pair of black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, a loose black crop top, and a black, red, and white flannel to go over it. After Layla sees that I approve she leaves my room so I can get ready. When she closes the door I go over to my nightstand to get my phone and check the time. I click the home button on my phone to check the time and I realize that it's already five o'clock! I should really start taking shorter showers.

I get out my blow dryer and blow dry my hair until it's dry enough, which takes quite a bit of time being as my hair is long and thick. I'm not really a fan of make up so I just put on a little foundation and some mascara around my bright blue eyes.