Stuck (One Direction)

4 - Sleepover

As we ran into the elevator I bit my lip, excited for the night ahead. Although I hadn't even got permission yet, I could tell it would be fun. Five crazy boys plus one crazy girl plus room service...I could only imagine how late we'd stay up.

"Bitzy...Bitzy!" Harry said, cutting into my daydream. Once I shook my head a little and looked and him, he smirked. "How exactly do you plan to get your parents to say yes? You made them sound pretty...tough."

"Yeah, I know, but they can't say no if you're there!"

"And why's that?" Liam asks.

"Because you're international superstars! One does not simply say no to that." I smiled and took out my phone, checking my Twitter.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks.

"Oh, just checking my Twitter."

"Wait, you have a Twitter?" Louis asks, eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, who doesn't?" As I showed him my phone he lifted an eyebrow. "What?" I asked, taking back my phone and checking it for damage.

"Forty-three followers?" He chuckles.

"Yeah," frowning I went to my mentions, "I'm not famous, how do I get more followers?"

"Just wait, by tomorrow you'll have some." He smirked and I stood there, confused.

"Okay, well we're almost to my floor. You guys tidied up, right? You all have cologne on?" Rushing over to each boy, I scanned them for any mis-perfection that they might posses. I hated (and still hate) to admit it, but my parents were pretty stuck up--I guess you would say--people. When we went to church, or parties, they liked to dress fancily and make sure everyone knew we were polite with the utmost proper poise. It was sickening, seeing I was the most different of everyone in the family. My sister didn't really care, she just went along with it as long as she got her phone and my brothers (seeing they're only ten) didn't like it, naturally. But mom and dad would threaten them then they'd go along quietly.

Me? I was more of a trouble.

I guess it just never really bothered me I was different than my sister and little brothers until I started actually understanding it all, then it made me sort of...depressed. But I hated being so...fancy!

After I inspected the boys (who were in tip-top shape) the elevator door opened. A wave of nervousness washed over me. What if they didn't like the boys? What if they thought they were im-proper? Would they forbid me from ever seeing or talking to them?

As I tried to brush this off, I took a deep breath in and stepped out of the door, beckoning the boys to come with. They didn't look nearly as nervous as I was, in fact, they were pretty cool and collected.

"Hello?" I called out softly, scanning the room for my family. "Anyone here? Mary?"

"We're all here," dad called out. He sounded suspicious, and he had every reason to. "Why are you asking?"

"Come on," I whispered back to the boys. "Well, I have some people for you to meet and a question to ask."

My dad put down the paper and my mom looked up from her book. Each one was skeptical about the boys, eyeing them carefully.

Dad hummed while mom's eyes shifted to me. "Are these those One Way boys you and your sister wont stop talking about?"

"One Direction, mom," I sighed, throwing an apologetic look at the boys, "and yes, these are them."

Each stated their name clearly and somewhat formally. Then they shook hands with both of my parents.

Dad smiled, "they seem like respectable well-to-do men!" I bit my lip to hold in my laughter and glanced at mother, she was smiling too. "What was it you wanted to ask, darling?"