I have arrived.
I have just arrived at their house to meet One Direction for the very first time. I don't know what to think, and I feel like if there is a ball of energy inside of me, waiting to escape and be free.
The driver helps me with my suitcases despite me insisting I can handle it myself. He knocks on the door and we both wait a couple of minutes before someone opens the door. It's their manager. You don't have to be a mind reader to tell how excited he is. His smile is wide and the smile reaches his eyes. His perfectly white teeth are showing and he says, "I am so happy to finally meet you." We shake hands and he welcomes me in.
His mind is racing, and it isn't just because of the multiple thoughts buzzing in my mind.
Why must we do this?
Where is the point in this?
She must be some crazy and fucked up fan.
Part of me wants to break down right there and leave, but I know that there is a job for me to do and I must do it. Part of me wonders why I decided to accept the job position in the first place.
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On Tour With One Direction
Fiksi PenggemarThere is one thing which you should know. Well, technically, there are a few things you must know. My name is Raven Croft. I'm a writer. Well, I would consider myself as a successful writer. I am a One Direction fan, and clearly, I am not afraid...
