We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Chapter 1 - Ready Or Not

Hannah Montgomery:

  I remember when we broke up. The first time. Seeing this is it i've had enough. cause like we hadn't seen each other in a month, when you, said you, needed, space. What? 

   "UGH. Shut that off!" I groaned to my best friend, Daynah who seems to think the only way to get me up in the morning is blaring a Taylor Swift, or One Direction song in my ear. 

   "Oh fine!" She laughed, and pressed pause on her iPhone. 

   I rolled over in my bed so my back was facing her; and pulled the covers high over my head. She rolled her eyes, and pulled the blankets off the bed as I lay there in a sweatshirt and my boy shorts. I let out a tired groan.

   Daynah is my best friend, but she's much too cheery. But I've gotten used to it considering we live together. I moved out of Simon's place on my eighteenth birthday, and moved in with Daynah. I was playing my guitar downtown, and well she came up to me and introduced herself. I guess we just became friends from that moment on. 

   The only bad thing about her is that she's a fan of One Direction... 

   "Get outta bed you lazy, ass!" She teased, grabbing her phone and threatning to press play on the Taylor Swift song. 

   "DON'T PRESS PLAY," I said, sitting up properly in my bed, "I'M UP!"

   "Good," She laughed, "Now come downstairs I have something to show you." 

   She left the room, leaving me to drag myself out of bed. I groaned, got up, and brushed my hair; which was now dip-dyed pink, and then went into the living room down the hall. 

   "This better not be something stupid like a fly swatter." I said, tiredly. I went over to her on the couch, where she pulled out two tickets from behind her back. 

   "What're those for?" I quizzed, trying to read the tickets sideways. 

   "US!" She sqealed, "FRONT ROW ONE DIRECTION VIP TICKETS." 

   It's times like these I wished I'd told her about the fact that I don't ever want to hear the words 'One Direction,' ever again. She doesn't know why I hate them, or that I dated Harry. I'm too ashamed to tell her. It doesn't matter anyway. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

   "You're crazy if you think I'm going." I laughed. 

   "PLEASE?!" She pleaded. 

   "And why should I?" I asked, getting up and grabbing the milk carton ready to chug it. 

   "Because it's my birthday!" She smiled.