“Jennifer, honey, wake up,” whispered a voice beside my ear.
“Hm?” I murmured, slowly opening in my eyes to find Susan looking at me kindly.
“Good morning, sweet. Breakfast is ready,” she replied.
“Okay, I’ll be up in a sec,” I said as I buried my head in the pillow.
“Well, get up whenever you’re ready. There’s a fresh baked muffin and a cup of hot chocolate on the counter if you’re hungry.”
“MUFFIN!” I shot up and bolted to the washroom to wash up, hearing Susan chuckle behind me.
After cleaning my teeth, washing my face, and pampering up (I couldn’t take a shower, because there was no shower), I skipped happily downstairs to find my breakfast waiting for me. Wolfing it down, I went back into my temporary room and turned on the TV. I watched as the people on TV told everyone about the One Direction concert tonight. Excitement bubbled up in me and threatened to let loose a squeal of delight.
Then they started to play some songs that One Direction would be singing tonight. Slowly, I started to drift off to sleep in the middle of “More Than This”…
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I woke up to a soft shake on my shoulder.
“Jennifer? It’s already 5! You skipped lunch and you need to eat dinner and get ready for the concert!”
“WHAT?! IT’S ALREADY FIVE?!”
“Yes, hun, you fell asleep while you were watching TV.”
“Oh, okay, sorry, oh my god…” I quickly got up and brushed myself off. My hair was a mess and my clothes were all wrinkled.
“Now you go eat dinner so you can get ready to leave,” Susan told me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I walked over to the tables where a turkey bacon club sandwich was waiting for me. After I finished eating that, I washed it down with a smoothie and went back to my room to dress up.
Running to the washroom, I brushed my naturally wavy brown hair and applied a little bit of makeup to make it look natural. Then I went to pick an outfit.
After a lot of rummaging through my luggage, I finally picked out a sparkly cream-colored off-the-shoulder tank and a pair of simple black Capri’s. Then, I matched it with a cream-colored headband and shiny black flats. I looked in the mirror as I gave myself a quick once-over. Not bad, I thought, as I walked out the door to show Susan, meanwhile grabbing the tickets and passes.
After a load of compliments, we got in Susan’s car and drove to the concert, me rambling on how awesome it would be and such, while Susan just listened.
“Well, we’re here, Jennifer,” she notified me, “now you go ahead and have fun. I’ll be in the parking lot.”
“Are you sure that you’ll be okay?”
“Yes, I have a good book in here somewhere. Now you go into the stadium right now or you’ll be late!”
“Thank you so much, Susan!” I grinned. Sometimes it felt like she was the mother that I never had.
As I neared the stadium, I saw a little girl around 8 years old crying by the door.
“Hello, hun, what’s wrong?” I asked her.
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I Wish (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)
FanfictionJennifer Smith was just another ordinary girl that was obsessed with One Direction. Except she has an abusive boyfriend and no parents, and has been living like that for 2 years. But when she accidentally bumps into Zayn Malik at a coffee shop, her...
