Last Christmas:
"Sara, you're kidding," this was unbelievable, and the feelings I was experiencing at this very moment were all too much to explain in actual words. I thought she was playing some kind of joke. I looked down at the tickets in my hands, scrutinizing every little detail. This just cannot be true. My mind suddenly acknowledged the fact that she was staring at me, and I glanced down at her, sitting on my bed with this huge grin plastered across her face.
"I'm not kidding G, they're 100% real. Ask your mum." she saw the disbelief in my eyes, and stood up. Well, now she's not happy with me. Shit.
"Gurveer, you listen to me," her voice was stern and I scowled at the use of my full name, which didn't faze her one bit. "I worked overtime for two months to buy these tickets, and pay for everything else, now be appreciative." she huffed and flopped back down on my bed in exasperation.
Then it hit me, full force, "We're going to England….to see One Direction?" I breathed deeply, waiting for that final reassuring nod. She smiled and shook her head. I tried to contain my composure, I really did, but it didn't work out that way. Letting out an ungodly loud scream, I jumped on Sara and hugged her so tightly, I thought I may kill her.
"Stop your screaming," Ki said, swinging through my doorway, phone in hand and a look annoyance on her face. I was smiling like an idiot, it was uncontrollable. I gave her a quick squeeze and ran out of my room to talk to mum, Sara trailing behind me, laughing the whole time.
Two Months Later;
Walking the streets of London, I was trying desperately to take everything in. It was impossibly beautiful here. Aside from the bit of cold weather, it was a lovely day to be out with my best friends.
"Sara!" I squealed, excitedly gesturing towards a small shop window. "They actually sell their merchandise here!" This was probably the best day of my life. The fact that I was here without parental supervision was liberating. I beamed at Sara, and dragged her up the street further where a small group had formed in front of a coffee shop. For once my height actually came in handy, and I got a glimpse of the huge commotion.
"What is it?" Sara whispered, standing on her tiptoes in a desperate attempt to see for herself.
"It's a poster," I was near speechlessness, and struggled to find the right words, "the boys are doing a meet and greet tomorrow." At the same moment Sara and I shared an eager glance before turning around to hurry back to the hotel.
The Next Morning;
An awkward sensation that I was being watched caused me to turn over and groggily open my eyes. I came face to face with Sara, who had the creepiest smile ever spread across her face.
"What the hell Sara," my voice low and scratchy from just waking up. She yanked my arm, pulling me out of bed. "What is your problem?" I glared at her from the floor and picked myself up slowly.
"Oh G stop your grumping and get your ass in gear. The boys, they're here, in our hotel." Her words didn't process quickly due to the fact that I was half asleep, but she pushed my towards the bathroom and shoved my makeup bag at me. Oddly enough, my hair looked fairly decent for just having woken up.
"Sara did you-" she laughed and ran out of the room, throwing clothes at me, and locking the door behind her. I could still hear her chuckling through the door.
"Fuck you," I laughed teasingly and dressed myself quickly.
We walked out the front door of the hotel, and I shivered when the cold air hit me. Sara had been wrong, and the boys were not there.
"You woke me up at 8 o'clock in the morning for nothing you bi-" I was about to smack her when I heard an odd noise. A pigeon's coo perhaps? Suddenly, a large flock of them flew out of the alleyway and right towards us. Sara's scream was shrill and was worse than the birds.
"Kevin! Kevin, you and your brothers need to stop this nonsense, you're scaring these poor girls," that voice was so….familiar. A chorus of laughter broke out behind us, and breathlessly I turned around, ready to give someone a piece of my mind for this bull shit.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled "see Loubear acts up a bit sometime, and we just can't control him. Sorry for the scare," I couldn't believe it, I furrowed my eyebrows in utter disbelief. I was dead. Definitely, there's no way this could happen. I'd fallen in the street and gotten run over by a car.
"You okay there love?" he winked and waved a hand in front of my face. I blinked quickly and tried to settle the thoughts, I managed to smile at him, and I extended my hand.
"So Kevin's run off now has he," I laughed, and smiled in relief when he and the other boys did too. "I'm, uh," well shit, this is why I hate my name, "I'm Gurveer." I kept eye contact, trying to seem confident.
"We call her G," Sara laughed and I turned in a 360 to look for her, only realizing she was talking with the other boys, particularly Niall who was looking down at her sweetly, intently listening to her every word.
"Ah, G," he snickered as a red flush spread across my face, "Nice to meet you babe, Harry Styles. Now don't think I'll let this go without noticed, you'll have to come out with us tonight so that I can make up for Kevin's air raid," as he spoke I realized his accent was even more attractive than I'd ever noticed. "Now take this, and call me when you're out of range of crazed fans." he handed me a small piece of paper, and walked towards the group.
"We love the fans, but sometimes they're a bit too much," Zayn said with a slight smile and with that, Sara and I were off on our way back to the room. This London adventure was a lot more than I'd ever thought it'd be.
