Someday My Prince Will Come...

Fairytales are made up. They can never be reality. But when 17-year old Olivia Lourdes meets famous boy group, One Direction at an airport, will her Prince Charming be found?

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2. Chapter 1

 On a normal morning, it was my alarm clock that woke me from my slumber. But this morning? It was my best friend jumping on the bottom of my bed. “Get up! I We’ve got a really busy day today, Liv. Well I think we do.” Rolling over to faceplant the pillow, she tripped over my leg, sending her crashing to the floor in a heap. It was no good going back to sleep, it would just be impossible, especially with Aria. I groaned, sheltering my eyes from the sun as she opened the curtains. “Oh God, you look awful.” She gasped, hands covering her mouth. It didn’t take too long before she dissolved into a fit of giggles. Removing the pillow from underneath my head, it hit her head with a thump. “I wouldn’t look this bad if you’d have let me sleep some more!” I threw the covers back, then trudged down the stairs. A coffee was sitting, waiting for me alongside a doughnut. I took a mouthful of coffee and a bite of my doughnut. Chocolate. “Seriously? You wake me up at,” I switched the TV on to see the time, “8 am! What the bloody hell were you thinking?” I rubbed my eyes and tore off a bit of pastry. “Anyways, you wake me up at 8am and leave me one mug of coffee and one doughnut? Not cool, Aria. Not cool at all.” I shook my head and turned my attention back to the TV screen. The music channel was on, and One Direction were playing. As if on cue, Aria came bolting into the room, her eyes so wide she looked as though she was high. Aria was one of the biggest directioners I knew. Sure, I was a directioner. Just not one of those crazed ones that knew everything about them. Like Aria, for example. “Oh my God! Liv, I forgot to tell you.” Her attention was now on me, since the song had finished. “One Direction are going to be in LA the same time we are!” She screamed. She was jumping up and down on my sofa, screaming like a banshee. “Aria, our plane leaves tomorrow, at 10am.” Instantly she stopped jumping and shut up completely. “You’re kidding right? Tomorrows only the…14th June…Oh. My. God.” Her screams started again. I grabbed her leg, yanking her down. She collapsed onto the sofa with a ‘hmmph.’ “Ok then Aria Mortez let’s begin packing.” I smiled excitedly, putting my now empty mug in the sink. She jumped over the sofa, looping her arm through my own. “Come on, Olivia Lourdes, help me track what flight One Direction are getting.” Crazy directioners. What a handful.

 

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