"Ashley, quit watching those stupid videos and come help me make dinner."

My dad's voice ruined the rest of the video I was watching. Which by the way, was not stupid. Sighing, I got up from my chair and went to go help my dad make dinner. Being the only child and having no mother wasn't exactly the easiest job, but we made it work. My life was mostly school, work, and more work, but once in a blue moon my dad would let me have some free time to go online. I thought back to the video I had been watching while washing and cutting some tomatoes. It'd been about this band One Direction, a group of five dreamy guys from England. Because, the only place I'd ever see them would be in my dreams, considering I lived in Connecticut and, oh yeah, I was only 17.

But Zayn…

Zayn is my favorite from the band. His beautiful brown eyes and soft pink lips. His tall, lean body and-

"Fuck!" I yelled as the knife pierced my finger and a trail of blood trickled down.

"Language." my dad muttered, handing me a band-aid.

"Sorry." I said, wiping my hand with a cloth. Seems like all those boys brought me was trouble. Yesterday, my teacher caught me daydreaming, and I got a detention slip. Last week, my dad took away my phone when he found all the pictures of one Direction. Even my best friend was slowly becoming a stranger now that all she cared about was boys who we actually knew.

Dinner was quiet, the way it usually was with just me and my dad. I couldn't really talk to him the way I could with my mom without feeling awkward. Nothing had ever been the same after my mom died. I knew it never would be, either.

Monday morning. My alarm clock rang, waking me up from a pretty good dream about a dog in a meadow. Yeah, I'm random like that. I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a blue superman shirt, and blue Vans. And of course, my signature 2-year old, black hoodie. I dressed like this pretty much 364 days a year, the other day being my birthday.

I was already walking out the door when my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen, which read "One new tweet from zaynmalik". Yes, I get his tweets to my phone. Should I read it? I was already late for the bus, and most likey it was just a random tweet...but...how long could it take to read a little tweet?

I opened up the Twitter app, and started to read his tweet.

"Guess what guys? gonna be in NY over the weekend...might get to meet some fans while im there!"

ohmygod. ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. For a moment my entire vocabulary completely vanished. I couldn't think straight, my heart was pounding, and even though I knew my bus had long forgottn me, I didn't care. All I knew was...I was going to NY this weekend. I had no idea how, or if my dad would let me, but I was going.