I know everyone says this, but it really seemed like a good idea at the time. A foolproof plan; not something that was likely to get me, oh, say, thrown in jail. All I was doing was trying to help my five-year old sister, Skylar, beat cancer. She's been so afraid of this upcoming surgery that I decided to step in.
I told Skylar that I had a genie, and I still had two wishes left. She could use one for anything she wanted and one to make her surgery go well. I knew she'd ask for the new collection of singing One Direction dolls. It's all she talked about since their new album, Take Me Home came out. She was especially a fan of Harry.
But there is no such thing as a foolproof plan when it comes to five-year-olds. Instead, she asked for Harry and the rest of One Direction to come sing with her. And now I have just a couple of days to drive to Florida where they're on tour, find Harry-who I must admit, is pretty hot-and convince him and the guys to visit my little sister.
At times like this, I think I could use a genie myself.