A Dreamers Dream

So many dates, so little time. Sydney, Australia

Maddie's perspective

"I really don't understand why on earth you're so nervous. Seriously? You've spent practically every night with Freddie since Birmingham, and you've never been this nervous about going see him before." I point out to Sammy as we're both getting ready for our respective dates the next day in Sydney.

As I am not due to meet Harry till eight, and Freddie is collecting Sammy at six, she's got first dibs on the mediocre supplies we have in our hotel room to get ready and is currently attempting to curl her hair in front of the dressing table mirror. Which is a feat in itself given the mirror is all of about two-feet square.

"That's different! All those other times, I've known exactly what to expect, exactly what I'm walking in to. This time there are expectations." Sammy grumbles as she unwinds another tight blonde ringlet from the curling iron, holding it away from her skin as it cools and sets.

"Surely the hardest part about any first date is the whole 'is he going to kiss me' debacle at the end of the night though, and you two are wayyyyy past that. You both already know you'll end up in bed together at the end of the night, all you've got to do is enjoy each others company until then."

"Sex is the easy part! That part I know I'm good at, fuck it, you don't know, I'm awesome at that part! Its the chitty-chatty-getting-to-know-you stuff that I absolutely suck at." She says frantically and almost curls her ear by turning to look at me mid-sentence with the irons still attached to her hair.

"You talk more than anyone else I've ever met in my life, Sammy. Trust me, you can do this. And, good to see your self-deprecating side is still alive and well!" I tease her, this is almost too easy, she's wound up tighter than any of her curls.

"Just laugh at his jokes, even if they're not that funny, be happy with whatever he has set up for you guys to do and don't drink too much and you'll be fine. I, on the other hand, am no doubt going to make a total and utter twat out of myself within ten minutes of arriving in Harry's room. Probably by falling over and breaking some stupidly expensive thingy-ma-wotsit in his suite, and then spend the rest of the evening turning deeper and deeper shades of red until I can come up with an excuse to leave." I complain, flopping down dramatically on my bed face first and letting out a loud moan.

"Why the fuck did I let you talk me into this?" I ask her for probably the thousandth time today.

"Well you've already managed to drop things and fall over in front of H already, and for some reason that I've not yet figured out, he seems to find that shit charming. Or else he wouldn't have been playing tonsil tennis with you in Melbourne, would he? He'll probably spend the whole night hand feeding you oysters and serenading you. Whilst, knowing Freddie, he'll drag me off to some dive bar and get pissy when I beat him at pool."

"I think we should just forget them both and stay in together, order a takeaway, watch some shit TV. Sounds like much less hassle."

"Aren't you the one who's been harassing me to actually try dating Freddie for weeks? I think maybe it's time we both just accepted that we are too damn hot to keep these men away from us. It's a heavy burden we bear." Sammy says sarcastically, as she releases the final curl from the tongs and steps back to inspect her handy-work.

"We are irresistible, it's true." I giggle, walking up behind her and pulling a face over her shoulder into the tiny mirror.

Currently, I am wearing a Minions pyjama top that sports a large picture of a unicorn and proclaims "It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!" Along with a pair of women's boxers, and Sammy is dressed in nothing but a shabby hotel towel. At least her hair looks good though I think to myself as I turn away from her and stare back at the dress I picked up on our shopping trip earlier to wear tonight.