I’m looking for good One Direction Instagram accounts to follow. Tell me your 1D Instagram username and I will follow you. Only if you are a 1D account though.
Oh, and, my friend and I’s Instagram is upallnight41d :)
24 5 / 2012
Chapter Eight
I woke up scrunched up on the couch next to Julie, with the credits from whatever film we were watching last rolling across the television screen. I yawn and carefully stand up, making sure she’s still asleep.
I make my way to my bathroom and shut the door behind me. I sit on the closed toilet seat and put my head in my hands. This whole Zayn situation is driving me nuts. Why can’t I just forget about it?
I glance up at the clock on the wall. 11:47.
Wait a minute, what was supposed to happen today that we needed to wake up early for?
My thoughts are interrupted by Julie’s shriek from the other room.
“KELLY!” She yells at me.
I run out of the room and Julie is standing there, taking out her braid from last night.
“What?” I ask. Her panicked look turns into a what-is-wrong-with-you look.
“We’re going to a One Direction concert today and we slept in!!” She reminds me, and I finally remember.
This is my last chance to meet with Zayn again, I’m not going to blow it.
Julie pulls her hair up into a messy bun while I run to my room and grab a pair of sweats and a hoodie for each of us. My hair is in a high ponytail and we run out the door, pulling on some old sneakers.
“Our outfits need to be perfect,” Julie says as we walk toward the mall. “So where do you want to get them from?”
I start to consider a few places, but we both know it would be better for her to choose, considering my sense of style.
As she drags me into different stores and pushes me into change-rooms to try stuff on, the only thing I’m thinking about is Zayn.
This is your last chance, Kelly. Don’t blow it.
22 4 / 2012
Chapter Six (Kelly’s POV)
The cool air floods my lungs as we step out the door. I take a deep breath and remind myself, Stay calm, Kelly. You can do this.
Julie immediately takes off down the road, and I have no choice but to follow her.
“Where exactly are we going Julie?” I ask, hoping she will have planned this far ahead.
“Think about it Kelly, if you came to London for a vacation or something, where would you want to visit?”
Good point. I think about it for a minute, considering a few different places.
“I guess… hmm… I don’t know… the zoo?”
“Well then let’s start there!” Julie says excitedly, starting to walk faster as she pulls me along.
* * * * *
“Well that was pointless,” I say disappointed on our way out of the zoo.
“But it was a good start!” Julie tells me. “Lets think of some more places!”
Why does she always have to be so darn positive!? I can’t help thinking. But I move on.
“Ooh I know! Let’s go to the National Park!” she suggests.
“Alright,” I say, sounding less energetic than I’m trying to.
* * * * *
“Okay Julie! That’s enough! We’ve been everywhere, and we’re obviously not going to find them!” I say loudly, trying really hard not to scream at her.
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if we never find them. I don’t. I’ll find Jason again, I’m sure that there was something between us. Zayn is just another stupid obstacle in the world of love.
Julie looks down. She looks like a child who was just told that Santa Claus isn’t real. There’s a part of me that feels bad for her, that makes me want to keep looking just to make her happy.
But then there’s that other part, the more dominant one, that’s telling me it’s time to give up, and if I can get over it, Julie can. Why is she even this excited? She met them! She wasn’t pulled away! She doesn’t need them! She should be fine! But why isn’t she? I can’t figure her out!
“Lets just go home, okay?” I say, trying to show her that I’m just as sad as she is, but also that I feel bad.
She nods her head and we put our arms around each other, walking back to my house.
When we get back to my house, I decide to let her stay the night, we can watch some old movies and eat ice cream.
I lend her a pair of pyjama pants and I grab one for myself and we put them on. After I grab some ice cream from the freezer and two forks, not spoons, we settle on the downstairs couch and have a marathon of old romantic comedies, eventually falling asleep.
