Our Story

Chapter Two

     I had gotten barley any sleep last night. In fact, I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. Had Harry Styles really ask me out on a date? The answer was, unbelievably, yes. He texted me the night before and said he'd pick me up at 12:30 PM instead of later on in the evening. I looked at the clock that sat on my nightstand and it read ten-forty five AM. I finally gave up on sleep and sighed loudly. I hopped out of bed and decided to get ready.

     I put my iPhone onto my speakers and set it on shuffle and "Love Bug" by the Jonas Brothers began playing. I smile at the tune and made my way over to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and ran a few squirts of hair product through my curls. I always preferred leaving my hair in it's natural state. I looked into the mirror, a bit unsatisfied, and decided that's as good as it was going to get.

     I skipped out of my bathroom while singing along to the next song that had come on. "Tears of Jupiter" by Train. I groaned as I slid open my closet doors.

     "I have nothing to wear," I mumbled. I searched through every piece of clothing that I had and my hope of finding something to wear scooted along with each hanger that screeched across the bar. I stood in front of my closet with my arms folded and whimpered. This isn't happening.

     I looked at my clock. It was already twelve. He was going to be here soon. After a few more minutes of searching and complaining, I had decided to wear my tribal printed romper along with my tan laced Toms.

     Ugh, I thought, so painfully average.

     I walked over to my vanity and whimpered again. I hadn't noticed the dark circles under my eyes that had formed from the absence of sleep and presence of stress. And just as I thought it could not get any more stressful, my doorbell rang. Thankfully, I had my own apartment so I could at least avoid the awkward meeting between Harry, my mom, my dad and my dad's shotgun. Thankfully.

     I gasped as it rung once more. I grabbed my purse and dumped in whatever  I thought I needed. The doorbell rung again.

     Crap! I thought to myself. I hurried out of my bedroom door and towards the stairs. As I made my way down, the doorbell began to ring at a slow and steady pace. With each ring, I felt more and more guilty for making him wait.

     As I was about to open the door, something stopped me. I heard voices over the sound of the doorbell repeatedly ringing. I pressed my ear against the door and listened.

     "....on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and shootin' some---"

     I swung the door open abrubtly and there stood Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson. They both jumped in surprise.

     "Oh sorry," said Louis. "We were just using your doorbell to sing the Fresh-Prince theme song." He smiled at me the way a child smiles when he's caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I giggled.

     "It's okay."

    "Hi, Grace!" Niall said. He gave me a warm embrace and I was shocked that he remembered me.

     "Ready to go?" asked Louis. I tilted my head in confusion.

     "Go? Um, I'm actually supposed to go out with Harry..." my voice trailed off as my heart sank. Was he standing me up?

     "Oh about that," Louis explained, "he said he was going to pick you up but he was called into a meeting with managment last minute. He didn't get a chance to tell you so he sent us. We get to hang out with you for the next couple of hours until he's done!"