The Day We Met • NH

1; Beginning

Living alone at an apartment with full anxiety would not let me go outside. Secluded, mind-numbing, and dreary, all I can put into words to this life of mine. Being an adult is such a burden to my arse, I'm not stressing this piece of art just so I could help myself, that makes no sense and it's the perfect meaning to life.

I left the apartment to visit my dear, loving mother. Drove my silver Toyota corolla to her house, which was my 18th birthday gift from my dad, something to brighten my day before it goes down realizing shit is about to get real. I'm legal, I could get arrested at any time I do the crime, trying to steal a boy's heart.

Close to the front door, I rang the doorbell. I was greeted by my mom with a grin, loads of kisses filled my cheeks, I groaned.

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I woke up to the most tedious day ever. I have to keep on hyping myself up since no one else will. My phone kept on buzzing, and it's making me irritated.

I grab my phone from the bed, popping on screen were notifications blowing up from twitter, second by second. I scrolled down rapidly finding the source,

'Comeback20**.'

posted 10 minutes ago

"no no no this is impossible, this can't be happening." My hands are shaking, lips quivering, happy tears formed in my eyes. I shook my head in assurance, It feels like I'm on drugs reading that shit.

Is it even real? Or is this just part of my brain playing tricks on me.

Yes it is.

Seeing the official One Direction account tweet it had me dead, I wanna jump off my window, Literally. I wanna scream on top of my lungs until I run out of breath. If I could.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could and went to find my mom in the kitchen. "Hi mom." trying to be sleek as possible but deep inside I'm panicking and my insides are about to explode. I can't miss the concert. I can't. Because you never know they'd be dead again in a few months.

"What do you want?" she asks, abrasively. I just want to say it to her straight to the point, but I couldn't, I probably need to trim the whole front yard with tiny ass scissors before I can convince her.

"It's about that one band? like you know." She stared at me dead. She knows what's gonna happen. I was just smiling at her the whole time knowing my face is red trying to contain myself not to freak out.

"1D? I think that's them on the news." she pointed at the TV and walks towards the couch. News? They just posted confirming their comeback and it's already on TV? What kind of sorcery does One Direction have?

"Just some future references, if they go on tour." My mom froze and looked at me behind.

"So?"

"Maybe another advanced birthday gift?" I walked behind her on the couch trying to get her attention, she knows I can't go since I have nothing at the moment. But I mean who wouldn't want to go? That's every fangirl's dream. Just seeing them from afar would be my second greatest achievement in life, and of course, the first one would be meeting them personally.

"No, you're old and rotting laying in bed all day on your phone without blinking. Seriously Alissa, I don't think you can go."