Unexpected

Not According to Plan

So yeah.. I know. SORRY! Ugh, I haven't worked on this story since last year, back when the TMH tour started. Since I did base this story during the TMHT, I'm just gonna keep it that way. So that means Harry is still 19 lol. I'm still a little new into writing actual stories, so please bare with me :) Anyways, enjoy!

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August 9th, 2013 (concert date)

Christy's POV

*two weeks later*

9:00 A.M.

*BEEP*

*BEEP* 

*BEEP* 

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. Ugh, I hate that alarm… I turn over to look at the time. Shit! It’s 9 already! I was suppose to meet Ashley half an hour ago at the park and I still haven’t packed yet! I check my phone to see any messages.

*10 text messages from Ashley.*

Morning Christy! We got a big day ahead of us, don’t oversleep! See you soon :P xx

Christy where are you?

Ooooh cute guy spotted at my twelve o’clock! You should’ve seen him! Seriously where are you?! 

Have you woken up yet, please tell me you have! xx

You’re driving remember! I’m alone in the streets, and there are these men on a bench already giving me awkward stares! SOS

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and on and on it goes...

I start getting ready for the morning. It included a nice long shower and doing my normal morning routine. After that, I grabbed a navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a peter pan collar and ruffles, black ballet flats, a black headband, and a lightweight hoodie, just in case it gets cold, to put on. (oooh fact about meeee, I literally have like 4 different styles depending what mood I’m in: girly, punk/grunge, lazy, and somewhat trendy. You can guess that this morning I was feeling girly) I apply some winged eyeliner on my eyes, a little bit of mascara on my eyelashes, a little bit of concealer, and lip balm. Then I grab a pile of clothes, some bathroom utilities and stuff into a suitcase while managing to quickly dry my hair.

9:40 A.M.

I let my natural, dark brown, straight hair down and check in the mirror. Hmmmm… I guess I look decent enough. My hair didn't seem completely out of place… and I don't see my panda eyes or any of my nasty pimples.. (shout out to concealer) I’m ready. I go downstairs carrying my suitcase, grab an apple and car keys, and leave a note to my mom telling her I left to go to the concert.   

15 minutes of driving later.

10:00 A.M.

I see Ashley on the sidewalk of the park wearing a Superman shirt and black skinny jeans with her black Chuck Taylors, and quickly pull up in my silver Honda civic.

“There you are Christy!” She took one glance at me and said,“You overslept huh?”

I let out a guilty nod.

“Figures… It doesn’t matter, thank goodness you’re here now!” she says in relief and anger. “That old man sitting over there gave me a wolf whistle after the other guys I texted you about left,” she whispers.