From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.

I tapped my pen onto my desk with anticipation. Why did I deserve to meet One Direction? I stared at my lifeless paper. The question kept skipping through my mind like a broken record player. Why did I, Cher Marie Lovett, deserve to meet One Direction? Lots of ideas swirled my mind, but one caught my attention. Without thinking twice, I scribbled onto the paper, “So I can lick Liam Payne's abs.” I know what you're thinking. That's probably the dumbest reason ever. But, hey, it was 100 percent truthful and its not like they're gonna read it anyways. Pretty pleased with my idea from God, I skipped over to Mrs. Richards’ desk and slammed down my masterpiece. “I'm finished,” I smirked with a mouthful of victory. Little did I know that a simple, ‘I'm finished’ would be my biggest regret yet.