"That's Liam Payne. From One Direction?" I shook my head again. "Oh my god, I can't believe you've never heard of them. They're like huge here…" she said, staring off in the direction that Liam had walked away. I couldn't help but not believe her; there's no way someone famous would go for me.

"Let's just shop." I laughed, linking my arm into hers.

We walked through town, stopping at her favorite shops. By the time we were done it was past dinner and I was starved. I was lugging around maybe ten shopping bags and my arms felt as though they'd fall off. "Can we go home now?" I complained although I was ecstatic with my new wardrobe.

Misty nodded, still reeling from meeting this famous 'Liam Payne'. We walked to the car and drove home and Misty wouldn't stop talking about him. I half-listened to her ramble on about Liam and this band that he was in, tuning her out without trying.

This whole day had been absolutely surreal. From finally coming to London, to practically buying a whole new wardrobe, to meeting Liam. A slow smile crossed my face. He really was very attractive, and he seemed very nice.

I pulled my phone out, checking it even though I knew there wouldn't be anything new. There's no way that he would actually call me, not someone as famous as he was. I had one missed call. My heart began to race as I clicked the number to see the caller ID. Liam Payne.

My hand flew to my mouth as I realize that he did call me. "Misty!" I screamed her name and threw open the bedroom door to find her.

She was in the lounge, reading a book. "What are you screeching for?" she replied, getting off the sofa.

"He called me! Liam called!" I jumped up and down, grinning like an idiot.

"Honestly?" Misty's eyes widened and she jumped up and down with me.

"I can't believe this!" I said, grinning like an idiot.

"Are you going to call him back? Wait, of course you are! You have to call him! Go, now!" Misty said, pushing me back towards my room.

I giggled. "Alright, alright, I'm going!" I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me, my nerves growing with every step. I sat down on my bed, slowly dialing his number. I held my breath until someone picked up.

"Hello?" I heard that warm, familiar voice coming through the phone. I smiled, holding the phone tightly in my hand.

"Hi Liam, it's Erin." I answered, trying not to giggle.

"I was scared you weren't going to call me back!" he joked, laughing into the phone.

"Of course I'd call you back, silly." I replied, smiling at my feet.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Liam got right to the point and I laughed lightly.

"No I'm not actually. Would you like to change that?" I asked flirtatiously.

"I would love to." we made plans and talked for a few more minutes before we said goodbye. "See you tomorrow Erin."

"See you tomorrow Liam." I said, hanging up the phone. As soon as I hung up, I shrieked quietly, falling onto my back. I was going on a date. With a very attractive, very British boy. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

I giggled happily, apparently loud enough to bring Misty running to my room. "So, I'm assuming it went well?" she asked, standing in the doorway.

"Guess who's got a date tomorrow!" I grinned.

She shrieked. "No way! Oh, please tell me I can help you get ready. Please?" I nodded, laughing. "This is incredible!" she screamed, tackling me with a hug.

I giggled breathlessly, smiling at her. "I can't believe it." I whispered while we caught our breath on the bed.

"Well you better!" Misty laughed, jumping back up. "I'm heading to bed. See you in the morning lucky duck." I grinned as she shut the door and I changed into my pajamas, getting under the covers. After all the excitement of the day, I didn't think I would be able to sleep a wink.

To my surprise, the next thing I knew, I was waking up, bright light streaming through the window. It took me a second to get my bearings, but then I remembered. I was in London with my best friend and I had a date tonight.

I grinned happily, getting up and walking into the kitchen. "Morning Misty." I said, yawning.

"Good morning lucky duck." I grinned at her use of the nickname from last night.

"Please tell me you have some idea of what I should wear." I mumbled, getting some tea. Misty rambled on about what I should wear and how I should do my hair while I got the milk and sugar. "Thank god I have you." I laughed, sipping from my steaming cup.

We sat in the lounge for most of the day catching up and we eventually began to talk about Liam. "You should see the rest of the lads in the band. Just as good looking, voices of angels. It's surreal you'll be eating with Liam tonight." Misty giggled, running her hands through her black hair.

"The more you talk about him being famous, the more nervous I get!" I scolded her, jokingly of course. But the truth was, with each passing hour the butterflies in my stomach kicked up a notch and I was getting nervous about my date with Liam.