A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

Nuisance On The Fifteenth Floor.

"You are just so embarrassing, Jayden." We were barely a minute into the arena before Sophia was already starting on him. "I mean, really. Two bags of popcorn? Three hot dogs? Why do you enjoy looking a fool?"

"Fogk yoo!" He garbled a response through a mouthful of half-chewed hot dog buns. Ketchup dribbled at the corner of his mouth as he tried to retort again. Sophia watched him in disgust.

I've known Sophia since kindergarten and Jayden since the 2nd grade. Jayden was the new kid in our grade and due to his then huge curly brown locks, all the boys in our class made fun of him. Being the little angels Sophia and I were, we offered him to play with us at Recess that day. The three of us were inseparable ever since. My father coined the phrase "the three amigos!" at my 10th birthday party, and Sophia saw fit to call us that ever since.

It's hard not to question what kept the three of us close over the years. As we grew older, we have all become increasingly aware of how different we were from one another. Sophia was your typical bronzed Latina beauty, with legs for days, thick black wavy hair and a perfect Columbian pout that drove every male in existence, crazy. She was a man-eating, Vogue reading, loud-mouthed Goddess. Even if we didn't agree on everything, I knew I could rely on her when it came to beauty tips, gossip, and loyalty. She'd never turn her back on me or Jayden, no matter how much we differed from each other. "You two are mi familia." She'd say this once in a Blue Moon. It was like her mantra. Her thick, Columbian accent liked to make itself known too, when she spoke Spanish, just to remind us that her Latina sass was alive and well.

Jayden, on the other hand, was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum from our Columbian Queen. His parents were of the good ol' Leprechaun decent, meaning he was as pale as the moon, freckled head to toe and went to Ireland twice a month to visit family. While Sophia held her party girl and social butterfly responsibilities very seriously, Jayden didn't even bother going to parties. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he never had the time. Growing up, Jayden was big into bikes -- dirt bikes, to be more specific. It started out as a hobby in the sixth grade. He joined a club out in Plantations, Florida, and every other month he had big competitions against other dirt bikers from different parts of the state. Amazingly, Jayden won every competition he was in. By the time we graduated high school, he was a professional dirt biker, sponsored by Monster Energy drinks. He was making the big bucks -- although you wouldn't believe it with the number of holes he had in his clothes -- and was always traveling around the country for press and XGames-related things. He had his dorky moments, mind you, but he was kind-hearted and always knew the right thing to say when Sophia and I were feeling down.

"Oh it's a full house tonight!" Sophia exclaimed, clapping her hands while I waved at Mark, the security guard that was securing our three seats by the team's seating area. "Thank God I saved my vintage Gucci dress for this. The cameras are everywhere!"

Sophia looked like a model tonight and rightly so. Her stiletto heels were at a record-breaking six inches and her dress was tighter than a Victorian corset. The girl knew how to dress, especially for the guys. They were the only reason she even came to the games with me and Jayden. She didn't know a lick about basketball, but she did know a thing or two about an athlete's biceps.

"Ay yi yi, Norris Cole is looking sexy tonight." Sophia bit her lip and pushed out her chest suggestively while she carefully pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She knew Norris had noticed because he hasn't been able to make a basket since we walked out into the arena. This was a common occurrence.

"Calm down, psycho." Jayden rolled his eyes, stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "Let the man practice."

Jayden and I, however, were looking less Vogue and more game time appropriate. Jayden had on Lebron James's jersey (a "peace offering", after the last mishap) and his usual black jeans and white lace-up vans. I opted for my cropped Dwayne Wade jersey with high-waisted black jeans and my open toe black sandal wedges. I had every single Heat jersey in existence, thanks to pops, and I always made sure to keep them in rotation when I went to home games. I even wore my black beanie with the Miami Heat Logo on the front, mostly because I was too lazy to comb out what was left of my salty blonde curls after spending the majority of the day at the beach.

Heat games in Miami were always the same: ridiculously rowdy, booming with die-hard fans and an atmosphere so thick with determination and zealous, you could suffocate. Lebron James had his trusty headband across his forehead while Dwayne Wade kept a keen eye on the Chicago Bulls team, which were standing by the opposite side of the basketball court. I didn't even bother to say hi to my dad because I knew he was too wrapped up in tonight's festivities to even acknowledge my presence.

The latest Kanye West song was on blast while the presenters finished getting touched up, the cameramen tested their equipment and the last of the fans were finding their seats. It would be another five minutes before the ball was thrown and the first quarter began. I could feel the anticipation from all around me; this was going to be a big game.

"Ay dios mio!" Sophia exclaimed, leaning past me to get a good look at who Security was escorting to the floor seats next (she leaned over enough to give the whole damn NBA league a good look at her breasts. Completely unaware of it too, of course.). "That's whatshisname...Bradley Cooper! Ay no, I can't stand it. Too many celebrities. I'll have a heart attack."

I caught Jayden doing another eye roll. I smiled in response.

"And oh! Look, look, Vita!" She viciously tapped my shoulder (more like punched my shoulder, in my opinion) to get my attention and pointed across the court to three guys, who looked about our age. "Oh my God. It's One Direction. No fucking way. My cousins would freak!"

"Can you stop scouting unavailable men for once in your life, Sophia?" Jayden started giving out. "Really, you're worst than...I don't know! Hugh Heffner!"

Sophia gave him an incredulous look. "Grosero, grosero! So rude! Can you let me and Vita window shop for like one second, please?"

"Wait, rewind. Who are they?" I tried to peer past Lebron and Dwayne on the court to get a better look at the three guys. One Direction sounded familiar, however, the guys I kept staring at, were not. One had shiny bright hair and fairer skin than Jayden-- I didn't even think that was possible?--while the one on his right had a buzz cut and the one to the left was decidedly ethnic.

"One Direction! Well, some of them anyways. I can't see the other two. They're a British band." Sophia continued. She pulled out her phone and started typing in the Safari app. "I wonder why they're in town? Perez Hilton should know. I check twitter."

I wasn't distracted by the band across the court or Sophia's babbling about the gossip behind the band for long because the basketball was thrown in the air and Dwayne Wade caught it in a millisecond. He had the ball through the opposing net in five seconds. A new record. Jayden and I were already on our feet cheering, leaving Sophia behind with her new research project.