"Ba ba ba ba ba baaa ba…" I turned my iPod on once we were back in our motel room, and of course, skipped right to our favorite songs. I whipped out my makeup bag and straightening iron and got to work.

"I tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at youuu, I can't ever be braaave, 'cause you make my heart race," Alison sang along to the tune I had just put on.

"Shot me outta the skyyy, you're my kryptoniiite; you keep making me we-ak, yeah frozen and can't breathe," Zoey chime in from across the room where she was putting some type of pretty eye shadow on her eyelids and then wiping it off right after. I laughed at her before I started to sing again:

"Something's gotta give nooow, 'cause I'm dying just to make you see: that I need you here with me now… 'cause you got that one thing," I finished off the section of lyrics as I applied some powder matte foundation. I smoothed it over my face to check if it was applied evenly, and as my face was baby-butt soft, I smiled at my achievement.

"SO get out, get out, get outta my head, and fall into my arms insteaaad, I don't, I don't-don't know what it is, but I need that one thing, and, you've got that one thing!" all three of us sang together at the same time, which made us laugh and jump onto the bed and smack each other with pillows.

With our makeup brushes as microphones, we finished off the song, alternating the solos between each other. I sang all of Zayn's flawless harmonies while Zoey chimed with Liam and Harry's solos and Alison covered Niall and Louis'. Oh gosh, we are such freaks.

When the song ended, we fell into a fluff of feathers and laughed everything out, actually realizing that in about an hour we were going to be seeing One Direction. Uncannily in unison, we all sighed, which caused us to laugh for about another five minutes – but we stopped right as we all noticed the time that had just struck 10:30.

"Uh-oh," I said, and we all went back to our preparation positions of the room. I applied a bit more foundation, and then put on a light shimmer of a sparkly white-ish pink eye shadow on my eyelids and tear ducts. I added some on my lower eyelid line just for an extra shimmer. I crimped my eyelashes and brushed on a tiny bit of mascara to keep them in place.

"Aye, bros, what are you doing with your makeup?" I asked, wondering if I had put too little on or something. Alison came over first, flashing her simple, but elegant winged eyeliner and a light, baby blue shimmery eye shadow on her eyelids. Ugh she always had to look so perfect, I thought, said aloud, and chuckled at. She glared at me and flicked my arm, then went back into the bathroom to change.

Zoey had no makeup on yet, as she had been procrastinating with tumblr. I made a face at her and then took her laptop away to her silly protests. "Do you want any makeup, or?" I asked her, while I inspected what outfit she had put together for herself.

She had picked out high-waisted, light wash jean shorts with black buttons that reached the top of the material, and she had a pale green, button-up flimsy woven blouse with a loose neck tucked into the shorts. She paired the outfit with black oxford-wedges that were about three inches high. I nodded my liking of her outfit; I was very proud.

"Eh. I dunno, I kind of just want Harry to see my natural beauty, but I suppose some eye shadow and mascara can't hurt."

I rolled my eyes at her, but nevertheless, threw my makeup bag at her face. I had to finish getting ready and, oh gosh, we had to leave soon, so I yelled for Alison to help Zoey, and she just grunted in reply, causing me to laugh at her, like I always do.

I went into the bathroom to where Alison had just gone, and she was all ready and adding finishing touches to her hair. She had on a white blouse that came stooping a bit across the front chest-part, with frilly sleeves that only came to the edge of her shoulders; she had an adorable, plain navy con-skirt that also had apparently matching frills going around on the bottom. She had her hair in a loose side braid that ended with a pretty bow hair tie.

"Oooh, I like your outfit," I complimented her. She looked at me, still in my sweatpants and cami, rolled her eyes at me again and left the bathroom for me to change. "I saw that!" I yelled back to her, but all I got in reply was a chuckle. My dress and such were already in the bathroom so I just immediately changed, trying carefully not to wipe my makeup off on any of the fabric.

My dress was a light pink silky fabric; it came up in a U-shaped neckline just below my collarbones, with a bit of an elastic creasing. The sleeves were like that of a tank top, and the back dipped into another U-shape, though the back line was lower. There was a light blue silky ribbon that came around my waist, cutting of the top fabric to make it look like an overlapping portion, and the ribbon tied into a bow in the front. There was a very pale blue slip under the dress that barely showed through the dress, though it would if I sat down or something.

Basically, because I had pretty much no hips or boobs, the dress fit perfectly and looked like a rather casual, vintage-y style. I slipped on my new light blue Toms (that Alison had bought me as an early birthday gift to match the dress) and I left my "best friends" puzzle piece necklace outside of the dress.

I let down my hair from the tight ballerina bun, which fortunately had left nice beach waves and curls. I used my hot iron to princess-curl the shorter, side pieces of my hair and blow dried my bangs so that they fell over my forehead in a swept fringe style. I put some hair wax in for texture, and thought of Liam and his obsession of hair wax which caused me to rush with everything else as I thought of the soon approaching performance.

When my hair was properly fluffed, I put on some shiny pink lip gloss and a few sprits of my Flowerbomb perfume (I sure hope Zayn likes floral scents…). I went into the other room to see if my girls were ready. Alison had crimped Zoey's hair, which was now so poofy and curled, though it really looked good with Zoey's structure and outfit. They both jokingly whistled at me, and I did a little twirl and winked at them both before laughing and skipping up to them to jump in anticipation of our day.

We grabbed out little jackets, and I of course, snatched my camera bag (that coincidentally matched my outfit oops). It was around eleven when we left, and as we were walking in the perfect light, I just had to take pictures of my friends who currently looked like models. I got some photos of myself too, don't you worry.

I couldn't help but to think about what it would be like to see the boys and if they would even notice any of us. But I didn't want to get my hopes high, so I just inhaled and relaxed into the summer morning.