- Wrong Number - s.m

19.05

Amelia's POV -

I woke up to the horrifying sound of my alarm. God that thing was annoying. I roll over and hit 'stop'.

I lie in bed for a while scrolling through my phone and i see that Shawn posted a photo of him entering a plane. OMG i forgot. His landing in New York. TODAY. Suddenly I'm not tired at all and hop out of bed and look through my wardrobe.

I had to look cute. Though theres no way he'd ever like me anyway no matter what i wore I'd still be so out of his league.

I put on a cute light pink strapless summer dress and a silver necklace to add some blinG. Hoop earrings and sprayed some Gucci perfume on. I put on some light makeup with pink soft lipstick to finish off my look.

I look over to the clock and see it's literally like 11am and he won't even be here till like 3pm. I had 4 hours free with no plans.

Well why not watch some Netflix? I catch up on some shows (the vampire diaries) and eat some 'breakfast' if you can even call it that since it was 1pm.

I roll over my bed and see I've still got 2 hours..
Why was I so obsessed ? I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Do I like him? As in like him like him? I mean how? I haven't even met him. He could be an absolute DOUCHE BAG. .

3pm.

Omg. It's 3pm.
Why isn't he here?
WHY ISNT HE HERE
!
Ok I'm obsessed. I text him.

To Shawn
Hey you still coming?

I sit and watch time past. Waiting for a reply.

But nothing .

Nothingness .

It's now 5pm and I've gottten no word from him all day.

I wipe off my makeup and lie back into bed.

His not coming.