A Dream

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We were supposed to meet them in a Hotel in London. It was a Saturday so there was no suspicion of anyone. The whole flight and stay would've been covered but my mom insisted on paying herself saying that it would already make us look like a separate independent party and I understood. I was concerned the whole time that someone I knew would see me but obviously that would be very unlikely in London. We drove in a taxi from the airport to the hotel and I was looking out of the window. What did I expect from this? Harry falling onto his knees to apologise? No, it was very unlikely he was even going to be there. But how would they try to cover it up? And I was sure they would. We paid the driver and got out. After checking in, the very blonde woman in the entrance hall gave us a letter from management checking up on the info we already got. It also included them reminding us to be on time. I felt sick thinking about that meeting. Something about it just seemed strange to me. I couldn't sleep that night. I kept looking up at a bare white ceiling while my mother was snoring next to me. She was an easy and deep sleeper. No way to disturb her dreams. I smiled. I thought back to the things we did back at our holiday house. It was just such a weird coincidence. Winning the lottery, buying a house in England, living next to Harry Styles' mother... what are the chances? As I was thinking about the kiss I must've fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I remembered was the very rude peeping sound of my mom's alarm. We got dressed and headed down a few halls to the conference room we were told to go.