It was a normal day in Texas. The sun was blazing hot, the air conditioning was turned up to high, and as soon as you stepped outside you would start sweating. Alyx, my best friend, was over at my house. She was always here and we were always together. We kind of just click. There isn't another way of describing our have the same sense of humor, same taste in music, same taste in clothes, and same taste in men. We've been close friends since my junior year of high school and her sophomore year. It has never really bothered us that we're 2 years apart in age. She's 16 and I'm 18. I don't know what I'm going to do without her when I leave for college which is only a few weeks away. I don't think she's really accepted that I'm leaving yet.

We were laying on my bed listening to music, reading magazines, and talking about which concerts we should go to later on because I'll be in college.

" You've got to be kidding me," Alyx sighed longingly at some teen magazine. They were pictures of Louis Tomlinson.

" What now, Alyx?" I asked not really caring what she was doing while turning slightly from where I was laying on the bed to see what she was gawking at. She began tearing the pages out to put up on her wall," That's a keeper."

She shoved the magazine in front of me and rolled off the bed and started to pace frantically, " It's Louis. I can't. He's perfection! Can you believe that they're going to be here? In Texas? One Direction... breathing my air?!" Then she changed the station, then turned up the radio, and started dancing while touching up her make up. We didn't do much except go to concerts and hang out with each other and occasionally with other friends from school. We both liked to keep to ourselves and that's why we were such great friends.

I picked up the crumpled magazine as she walked around going on and on about what their wedding would be like. The picture of Louis that the page fell open to was one of him with his shirt off vacationing on some gorgeous island with some gorgeous girl on his arm. He was obviously playing up his charm for the paparazzi. I scoffed. Alyx glared.

I do have to agree with Alyx, they are really attractive. I'm not a crazy fan like Alyx is. The only thing is that they're humans too. I feel like they just want someone to talk to them as a person, not as a celebrity. I bet they have tons of those 'caring' fans already. Another thing I disagreed with Alyx about, is who is the most attractive out of the group. Don't get me wrong, they're all out of my league. I wouldn't say that we were ugly at all either. We're both really tall and lanky. Not exactly the ideal woman from what magazines say. I'm 6 foot and she's 5'11. Alyx has long, deep red hair and I have blonde. Alyx has chocolate brown eyes with tons of freckles everywhere and I have green/grey eyes and I'm really pale. I'm really hard on my self and always think the worst and never get my hopes up. Alyx says I'm really stubborn. She has a thing for Louis, but for some reason I like Harry the most. So do about 10 million other females. I know I have like zero chance in the world to ever meet them and I was perfectly okay with that. Alyx was determined though.

" Ally." She demanded my attention and was snapping at me to look at her.

I must have zoned out looking at the magazine. "Huh? Oh, Sorry..." I tried to play it off. I had no idea what she was talking about or how long I wasn't listening to her for.

" Ugh, just enter this radio contest really fast so we can maybe win some tickets to the One Direction concert this weekend with me. It's our only chance of getting to go to this concert. Please?! Don't be a downer!" Once she goes into in her 'anything's possible' mood, there is no room for logic or reasoning.

" Alright, alright. Fine." I agreed, and she was off on explaining the rules and how to enter the contest to win tickets as well as possibly 'meet' them. As soon as we entered the radio contest by texting about a thousand times Alyx squealed at me, " Now, we wait for the winner to be called!" She crossed her fingers the walked over to turn the radio up, never letting go of her phone while she paced the room, pretending to be distracted. She made a non-human sound when the Dj decided to play ' What Makes You Beautiful' for the 100th time that day. I grabbed my lap top and I decided to look up when other bands we liked were coming into town to play so she wouldn't be too disappointed about not seeing One Direction.

" Haha Alyx, come on. You don't have to pace around like that. It's not going to help us win. When they go to the commercial break, they'll call the winner. They're going to call, I promise. It's part of the rules of the contest, remember?" I was trying to calm her and get her to sit still for more than 10 seconds. She was giving me a stress headache. This seemed to work because she sat down and threw her hands up in the air, frustrated, after a minute of silence.

" Ugh, Ally. You don't understand! I have to- no, NEED to go to this concert. One Direction. Live. In Texas! Just imagine..." Alyx drifted into deep thought. I sighed and shook my head.

I took that moment to look through the magazine again while she was telling me about what she would wear to one of their concerts on the slight chance she got to see, or even crazier, meet them, " ... I would definitely wear my converse, like Harry has, to give us something to talk about."

I wasn't really listening to her full story. I don't tune her out a lot, I was just making sure we didn't miss the contest. I had been tuning in and out until I heard the radio Dj say, " ... and here we go! Let's call our lucky winner up, shall we?"