Ninas London (One Direction fanfic)

Prologue

Bing. Bing. Bing. Ba-bing. Bingaling. Babing, babing. Bing.

It's always awesome to be woken up on a Saturday morning by your phone notifications. Not.

I kick off my cream-colored covers and flip over to face my nightstand, skillfully grabbing my iPhone from its charging dock with my eyes closed. Squinting at the bright screen in the dim light of my bedroom, I can see next to the Facebook icon a red circle with the amount of notifications I have gotten since last night: 178. Sweet Jesus.

I quickly tap the icon and immediately the comments on my most recent wall post fill the tiny screen. Skimming through them, a few messages from my friends catch my eye:

"omg, how did I not know about this?! haha I clicked the link, let's hope we win :)"

"ahhh I clicked the link, omg wat if it was us 2 that won!! just imagine meeting our future hubbies lol"

"I clicked that sucker like 628162937395 times haha man I wanna win sooo bad! if we win you should take me :D plus you wanna move to london right?"

Um. Let me explain myself.

So yesterday while studying for a physics test, I decided to turn on the radio on my laptop, you know, because I'm an easily distracted freak like that. So I go to the local hit music station online, and I'm about to hit the "listen live" button when all of a sudden I see the front page announcement. I didn't give myself enough time to read the entire text, because all I was focusing on was the words "meet One Direction."

It turned out to be a sweepstakes that, for two lucky girls and a friend of each, would fly them out to London to meet One Direction during their week-long break in between their summer Euro tour. After getting over the heart attack I somehow survived after reading the announcement, I entered the contest. I mean, duh. Why wouldn't I.

Well, I entered the contest on the radio station's website and then, to increase my chances of winning, I could post a special link they gave me to Facebook. Every time someone clicked on the link, it would automatically register another entry under my name. Plus they could enter for themselves, but who cares. As long as I got tons of chances to win!

So yes, to answer any questions, I am a fan of One Direction. No, scratch that. Don't classify me under such a low class. I am a hardcore Directioner, baby. So is my best friend, Caitlin. Seriously, we are obsessed. Obsessed as in, searching for Tac-O's at the supermarket and boycotting spoons from our utensil usage. Obsessed as in, performing The Handshake every time we meet and mocking Directionators for their confusion. Obsessed as in, being known on Twitter as the #TwoTomlinsonTramps and running two highly dedicated accounts, @nina_boobear and BLANK.

Ok, you get the point. Back to my story. Caitlin and I both posted our links last night, not even caring about the hate we'd get from our male friends or some annoying chicks who pretend not to love One Direction. And, by the looks of things now, I have over 175 entries in the contest!

I sit up and tie my wavy brown hair back into a ponytail. I tried to part it like Eleanor a few weeks ago, but there is sadly no way I will ever look like her. She's basically my fashion icon now; even the I <3 Louis tee shirt I'm wearing now proves it. I exit out of Facebook and dial Caitlin's number. It only takes two rings for her to answer, but she sounds less than ecstatic to talk.

"Whaaaaaat, Nina," she moans into my ear. I look at my alarm clock and cringe. 7:36 on a Saturday morning. Oops.

"Sorry to call so early," I say giddy with excitement. "But check your Facebook notifications! Did your link post go well? Mine did, I got 178 likes on mine and that's probably not even everyone who clicked the link and-"