1. No Way...
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed into my best friends' ears. Whoops. They looked angry. Very angry... Pissed.
"What the hell is your problem?" Makaela, one of my best friends, asked me.
"Radio. Contest. One... One... One..." I was stuttering, tears of excitement and happiness and joy streaming down my face. Just thinking of it made me ecstatic.
"Just freaking spit it out, Lindsay!" my other best friend Chloe told me. But I couldn't find my voice. I was shocked, excited, thrilled, ecstatic... So damn happy.
I took a deep breath. "I was the sixteenth caller on 106 KHQ. There was a prize. Tickets. Tickets for ONE DIRECTION!!!!!!!!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs.
"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!" they screeched in unison. "How many?!?! When?!?! Where?!?! Oh my gosh!! Holy SHIT!!!" Makaela was leaking out a ton of questions. Chloe was staring at me, as if she hadn't heard what I said at all.
"Chloe? You okay? Did you even fucking HEAR me?" I asked. I was stunned; how could she not be freaking out?
And then it started. "HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NIALLER! NIALL ZAYN LOUIS LIAM HARRY... LOUIS!!" she shrieked. I thought it might hurt her throat the way she was screaming.
I remembered Makaela's questions, and decided to answer her. "Saturday, the 21st. 7:00. One Direction. You, me, and Chloe. This is real. This is really fucking happening. Holy. Shit," I babbled. They both stared at me, jumping up and down. "It's in California. Three tickets. I told my parents. They said yes. I asked your guys' parents already. They may have known before you guys," I said with a wink. "And we might have backstage passes..." I trailed off, letting that sink in.
"I'M FUCKING MEETING LOUIS TOMLINSON!!!!" Chloe screeched, while Makaela yelled the same thing, only she said, "I'M MEETING FUCKING HARRY STYLES!!!!" They seemed just a little bit excited. I had the exact same reaction at first, but I was somehow controlling my excitement better now. But when I thought about it for too long... Niall
Horan. I was meeting Niall. In just a week. Oh my gosh...
Yeah, I only got extremely excited when I thought about it too much. And I just thought about it for five whole seconds. And that was definitely too much.
That did it.
"NIALL!!!!!!!!" I screeched. "One Direction!!!! A week!! BACKSTAGE PASSES!!!!" I yelled. My throat hurt. I didn't care. "Niall," I whispered. Niall Horan. I was well aware that my league and HIS league were two very extremely different things. All those girls that wanted him... They were all a million times prettier than me. I was just plain. I'd never in a thousand years have a chance with him. Yet still, the thought of him made my heart sing. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Well come on! We have outfits to plan! Oh! I have to decide how to greet Harry!" Makaela said. Okay, so maybe they were more than just a bit excited.
"Okay, okay. Come on. My house?" I asked them.
"Yeah! To the lake!" Chloe said.
And we raced back to my house.