Waiting for You (1D)

8. The ocean of screaming girls

The boys are here, the boys are here! You know, like in HSM but here insted of back... Anywhooooo... Due to certain words in the last chapter, this story has been rated PG-13. Eh ;) xx

8. The ocean of screaming girls

It was now. Well, tomorrow. I had received all the details two weeks ago, and tomorrow was the day Georgia and I were going to spend a day with One Direction.

It was at a radio station, and they had to do a few interviews. I didn’t mind though; it’s probably best for them not to spend too long with me at once. Actually, best for me; I’m going to need some time to scream after playing it all cool.

Georgia was spending the night at my house so we could both get all prettied up in the morning. Well there’s no harm in trying.

Neither of us could sleep. We both kept laughing and wondering what we would do… And how we would stop ourselves from doing it. We started singing WMYB horribly out of tune and really loudly to annoy my sisters.

A few hours later, we fell asleep whilst singing it for the umpteenth time. That mental asylum may be coming closer and closer.

“7 AM waking up in the morning! Gotta be fresh! Gotta go downstairs” I sat up and started singing just like in the music video. At least it was actually 7AM.

“Gotta look like a doll, maybe have cereal, cos today we’re gonna meet One Direction” Georgia continued with her own version as she too sat up. We laughed and went downstairs to have a quick breakfast.

Pancakes!!! Yum. We were careful not to put too much syrup on them though. We both got hyper really easily and when we were together it made the situation ten times worse. To the untrained eye, we look drunk.

We were done by quarter past seven. We didn’t eat much, we were too excited. We both got dressed and Georgia curled my hair after I curled hers. We applied some delicate make-up, put a load of stuff in our handbags, including our phones, iPods, lip gloss and perfume. I felt a bit faint as I walked downstairs. Was this really happening?

Georgia and I got in the car before my dad started driving to the studio. Georgia and I giggled like idiots and talked about nonsense only we would understand. We stopped when we heard screaming.

“We must be here” Georgia said, looking out the window.

We had to drive round to a back entrance. I saw what looked like thousands of girls all screaming and holding up banners. I’m was glad my dad was too busy driving to read some of them.

Correction girls: They cannot have your babies, for they are males.

Once we go to the back entrance, security approached us. I got out of the car to hand them the card I had to print out. The security guy took it, examined it, then nodded at Georgia and I. Georgia got out of the car to stand next to me.

“Can I come back later to collect them?” my dad asked. He clearly wanted to leave the ocean of screaming girls. The security guy nodded, and my dad whizzed off within the blink of an eye. “Well, goodbye to you too”, I said after him. Georgia just laughed before the security guy showed us in.

We made our way up some stairs and were led into a room to wait. There was a window in the door. I went up to it and looked out. Between two walls, at the right angle, I could see a glass window.

It was then that Niall walked past it. I let out a slight scream.

“What?” Georgia asked, joining me.

I pointed at what I was looking at. Standing behind that window, was Zayn and Harry. They were in the middle of an interview.

“The interview is almost over, then the boys will come in here and you’re day will with them will begin”

the security guy explained.

“Due to safety reasons, you will have to stay in this building, but there is a private garden which you can go into. There will be an interview later which you will both need to make an appearance in, since you will be asking the boys questions. Other than that, you can do whatever… within reason of course”.

“That’s great!” Georgia said a little too perkily. I on the other hand, was trying not to faint.

One Direction were only 10 metres away from us, and would soon be entering this room.