People always thought I was out of my mind when I told them my most sincere aspiration was to marry Zayn Malik. But I never was able to lose that little piece of hope that I would meet him someday, even though I didn't even believe in hope. But it just can't be helped when him and his band were just so flawlessly close in age so that there would already by the possible chance of anything happening.

I'm at the perfect age of 20 now, and studying photojournalism at the University of Northampton, along with my two best friends who thought "what the hell" to decide to come with me and study at the same school. It was pretty much the life. Though, we all felt seriously forever alone with all of the sexy English-accented guys around us, while we were the cute American girls who just transferred last semester.

"Oh my gosh guys, come over here right now," Zoey rushingly said from her chair of her laptop desk. We had the most amazing living conditions too; we were in a dorm-designated apartment across from the campus, with our three rooms all adjacent to one another; Zoey and Alison shared a room with their own sleeping quarters, but my family apparently wanted me to have my own room.

Prior to transferring, I was attending courses at NYU and living in an apartment in the city with Zoey. We both had actually carried out our little dream scenarios, though we never actually went to Seattle.

After I had gone through whatever depression I had during high school, I had decided to raise myself up; I got a job, a few during the summer, and started my funds for the future. When I told them I was transferring, they offered to pay for the college, but I wanted to pay my own tuition. However, my now-rather-wealthy grandmother refused to let me pay for anything, so she pays for my dorm rents and my food bills (which is always at its high). I wanted to refuse, but hey, I'm a hungry university student with two hungry best friends who are always stealing my food.

Well anyways, at the time, Zoey wasn't in college or even considering it, and just working in a coffee shop below our rooms. When I told her that I had decided to transfer and that I finally had the money, she obliged to try college herself (as unrealistic as that sounds) and she applied – of course getting offered a full scholarship, just like me – to the same university as the one I chose for courses on psychology, and she was actually, fortunately, enjoying it. Alison was already coincidentally studying some-equine-thing here when I was able to excitably tell her that her fellow still-Directioner-best-friends were 'acoming.

Alison and I got up from our own laptops on which we were writing essays for our deviled history class that we took together, and walked over to where Zoey was sitting with an all-too familiar window opened with tumblr. Pictures and gifs of the glorious (still famous but not as popular) One Direction members popped up all over her dashboard, but there was a specific post that she was scrolled up to:

One Direction has been scheduled to have a small performance at the hometown of Zayn Malik in Bradford on the 22nd of June. There will be no ticket sales as the performance will be a return of one of the band members to his hometown. The band will be playing at the Kirkgate Shopping Centre.

"Oh. My. God," Alison and I both said in unison. I continued, "We have to go. It's not even valid that we don't as they're going to be only two hours away. Oh my-"

"How much homework did the profs assign you guys for the weekend?" Zoey asked, as she had apparently already finished her shitload of work that we were always being given. However, our professors had been somehow lenient this weekend, and granted us with only one essay and a few pages of work in our other classes to complete, and all I had to do was create a mini-portfolio of any pictures that I wanted.

"Not a lot – oh my god. And Alison and I can finish these essays in about an hour and the other work we can do on the ride there, if it's okay for you to drive?"

"yeah that's totally fine oh my gosh. Okay I'll find some shitty motel room for us all and book it straight away from tonight until Sunday, since the shows going to be on Saturday?"

"'Omg' this is absolutely insane but yes Zoey do it as soon as possible!-" Alison shrieked until Zoey interrupted her.

"Done."

"I will never be able to figure out your creepy abilities. But holy shit we need to go shopping - like right now."

"'Tis in my fair agreement," I cooed, and we grabbed our worn out wallets – Zoey reluctant as always to go shopping (though Alison and I were able to easily influence her with the famous 'Harry Styles and his girlfriend just broke up though' saying) – and our bus passes and quickly piled onto a bus that was already in motion, though we were able to luckily wave it down by throwing our limbs and shrieking like crazy fangirls; sorry, the crazy fangirls that we are.

"Oh my god. I can't believe we're in the city in which the god of gods was born," Alison said as we grumpily unpacked Zoey's poor, beaten up Chevy, relieving its old metal of our typically over-packed suitcases. I knew that my girls were extremely excited from the looks on their faces. But I didn't think anyone could possibly be feeling the same as I was at the moment.

"Olivia, you know that this is totally going to be your chance," Zoey nudged me, while I swiftly unpacked my baby from my pink and blue camera case – my Canon EOS 5D that my parents had sent me from the sunny likes of California, where everyone was happily living with fairytale circumstances without me, as my grandma had actually won the lottery after all these years. I think you be able to suppose how much money that lottery might have been. What a freaking insane life I actually live.

"I know," I muttered back to her. Out of my peripheral, I saw her and Alison exchange a little glace, but I ignored it, rather happy for their understanding of how much this was all meaning to me. I took a few shots of the rustic-looking motel in a black and white setting, and all-too-soon put my camera back in its case. We went to the front desk, showing them our printed ticket-things and the creepy looking guy behind the counter gave us a key to our room.

Room 22.

That numer. It was always my lucky number, and my girls knew it. I almost started crying on the spot, but we all ended up giggling about the possibilities of the next day.

"We have to look our best. And Olivia oh my god you have to wear that perfect new dress you just got. It looks absolutely flawless on you. With the little black bomber you got last month. And your blue Toms."

"I will seriously never understand your uncannily secretive but incredibly sense of style," I said to my best friend who usually was never dressed up. Alison showed her agreement to me with a silly face and an over-exaggerated nod.

Our room was pretty nice actually. There were two queen beds with fluffy duvet blankets and poofy, clean pillows. The bathroom was complete with all those nice toiletries that are usually the best thing about going to hotels. There was a good, working t.v. though Zoey had to use the antena to adjust the static to the good channels. There was a mini fridge in which we unpacked our few bottles of Gatorade. Prior to leaving, we had stocked up on nutella and white bread, so we were probably in to gain a few pounds over the next two days.

Whatever, though, as long as I was going to be able to see the quiff god, I could care less about what we ate.

"Alright, well I dunno about you guys but I'm in the mood to explore," I laughed as Alison and Zoey quickly agreed with me. Though it was summertime, there was a slight breeze in Bradford, so I grabbed my bomber to wear over my over-worn (also, probably too short...) ripped black jean shorts and a simple violet floral tank I had on from the hot car ride.

Alison had some white capris on with a three quarter sleeve gray ruffled shirt, and Zoey was wearing this adorable taupe romper with her own brown bomber that I had gotten her for her birthday in September. I had no hope that she'd ever wear it, but I was always unnecessarily excited whenever she did decide to wear something I got her.

I grabbed my camera case and we set off out of our little motel room.

We decided against going back into the horrible car, so we just began our walk around the area. As if I were born for it, I all-too-familiarly clicked on my camera, and started to wander around the area, taking shots of whatever look shot-worthy.

I was extremely fascinated with all the new shots I was able to get: new flowers with vibrant colors and trees complete with different shades of green leaves; there was an abundant of different animals in the nature, and rainbow birds flew overhead; old, ancient looking buildings; some amazing clock tower with a park just down the street with all sounds of excitement coming from it. We strolled along to the area, until we reached a huge sign that was labeled with "the Kirkshire Shopping Centre."

"Well, at least we know where we're going, eh?" Zoey inquired. I took a few pictures of the unique shops before answering her.

"Do you think we should like, stay overnight? Or what time do we even come...?"

"I don't know, probably around noon. I can't imagine more that about a thousand of people coming, 'cause there was only like, 800 notes on that post on tumblr."

"Ah, okay. So we'll come back around 11 tomorrow, then." We walked around a bit more, before deciding to go back to the motel and planning out our faces and our outfits and everything else and such for the next day.

That night I dreamt. What of, I think you might guess.
I was strolling through the city, taking pictures of whatever came to mind that I wanted to add to my portfolio for school. I saw a silhouette of some beautiful figure and quickly took a few shots of it before it started to move towards me. I just stood there, agape of what was coming through the dark smoke of the unknown of my dream. He was the most beautiful thing my camera and I had ever seen.

I woke up around 8, and was unable to fall back asleep. It seemed that way for my roomies as well, because Zoey was on the computer, and Alison was finishing up a few problems she hadn't gotten from the homework.

"Let's get some brekky, eh?" I mocked with my almost perfect English accent.

"Yeah, I rather not eat nutella before we see the guys; I always get a tummy ahe after eating it and I do not want that to happen today," Zoey agreed. I hopped into the shower and used my sweet pea shower gels instead of the hotel soaps so that I would smell extra good for later. It would totally be worth it, I thought to myself.

I lathered up my body with my amazing-smelling Flowerbomb body cream, and put in a generous layer of moisturizing cream on my face so it would be extra smooth appearing later, too.

Deciding against makeup for now, I threw on my pajama sweats and someone's sweatshirt that was in the bathroom. I put my finally-long hair into a tight ballerina bun at the top of my head and left the warmth of the steamy bathroom.

Zoey and Alison took quick showers after me, while I finished my homework that I had fallen asleep on in the car.

We walked around until we found a nice looking diner and didn't feel like walking any further. The morning breeze felt amazing though, and as over used as it is, I felt like today was going to be a good day.

I ordered chocolate chip pancakes without even looking at the menu. Pancakes were always the best at diners. Zoey got her signature favorite of banana pancakes, and Alison got a vegetable omelette that actually looked rather good. We ate rather slowly, and by the time we were finished, it was already around 9:30.

We all gave money for the check, and rather speed-walked back to the motel to embark on the ever-lasting process of getting ready.