Just A Girl

I woke with a start, feeling my cat’s whiskers tickling my nose and smelling her fishy breath. ‘Sparta!’ I picked her up and kissed her little head. ‘Thanks a lot! I was dreaming before you came along.’

‘Well I’m glad she came along or you’d never wake up!’ said my best friend Millie. I looked up to see her petit, slender figure leaning against my doorframe. She was wearing a loose, dark purple top with a silver studded skull on the front, paired with shorts and leggings and her favorite daps.

‘You look nice and… ready,’ I said, getting out of bed ‘What’s the occasion, it’s a Sunday?’

‘Ahh!’ She said, tapping her nose. ‘Get ready and be down in ten and you just might find out.’

Confused, I went to the bathroom and washed my face, looking into the mirror only to find a growing red spot on my cheek. Bloody things, I thought, grabbing my Clearasil and rubbing it in. Back in my room I quickly chucked on my favorite pair of black skinny jeans, a red shirt and my denim boots. Putting eyeliner on was second nature to me and I was done with makeup in twenty seconds. Hair, well I couldn’t really do much with it. I had Auburn (previously dyed) shoulder length hair, which had the most annoying tendency to flick up at the ends when I had to look my best. I sprayed some de-frizz stuff over it, grabbed my union jack handbag and ran downstairs.

Millie was waiting for me by the door. ‘Is this fine?’ I asked, gesturing to my clothes and putting on some lip balm.

‘Beautiful Cal, as always.’ She opened the door, making sure Sparta stayed in whilst I walked out. ‘Oh don’t exaggerate.’ I said. ‘You still haven’t told me where we’re going by the way.’ I plugged in my seat belt and accepted the muesli bar Millie was offering me.

‘Oh you’ll see my sexy bestie, you’ll see.’

We drove along the familiar roads, which lead into our nearest town in Somerset, Taunton. I thought I heard sounds of screaming as we stopped at the traffic lights before the car park, but quickly dismissed it as the radio. As we parked I was sure I could hear screaming now, screams coming from girls definitely.

‘God Mills what is that? Please tell me what’s going on you know I hate surprises!’ I whined, as the screaming got louder.

We turned a corner to the high street and there in front of the entrance to the street’s hotel was a huge crowd of screaming girls. I turned to Millie and her usual cheeky grin crossed her face. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the crowd, pushing me through tearful, loud girls until we were at the front, a couple of meters from the hotel’s entrance. It wasn’t a fancy hotel, more like a motel I guess, and I still had no idea why so many people were here. Turning to Millie to ask, I noticed a girl holding up a big pink sign with ‘We heart 1D’ painted on it. My heart skipped a beat, blood rushed to my head and I had to steady myself on Millie.

‘Finally you got it!’ She shouted over the screaming fans.

I wasn’t a massive fan of their music, but One Direction were funny and utterly gorgeous guys. What still puzzled me was why they were staying here, in my local town, in the crappy motel that I passed everyday to school.

As I was thinking this, the screaming got louder and I saw movement behind the doors, I thought I saw a flash of blonde hair. My heart stopped again, and I looked at Millie in excitement. She fished around in her big purple bag and pulled out my digital camera (shock proof because I’m such a clutz). I hugged her tightly, I respected her for keeping this from me so well, and I hadn’t had a clue.

All too quickly, the doors opened, and I speedily turned my camera on. I couldn’t get it working properly though; it was on a wrong setting. I swore loudly and pressed the ON button repeatedly, my palms began sweating with frustration. Suddenly my camera slipped out of my hands and I cringed, waiting for a smash or a crack as it hit the floor. But when that didn’t come, I opened my eyes, seeing a smooth looking hand in front of me, holding my unscathed camera. I grabbed it and looked up to thank my savior. I was going to have to start counting the amount of times my heart stopped that day, I think that was the third, because I was standing face to face with Niall Horan.