I sat at the breakfast bar, playing with my now soggy Cheerios. Disgusted I pushed my bowl away, just as the door to my apartment swung open. Janie Howards, my best friend since kindergarten, stood at the open door.
"This is it?" Janie asked, examining my carefully labeled boxes all over the floor, still packed up. I had only moved into my new apartment yesterday and I was still in the process of unpacking.
"Yes!" I said. I grabbed my bowl and dumped it into the garbage. Then I walked to Janie and grabbed her hand. "Would you like a personal tour?" I asked, using the most persuasive voice I could manage. Her face remained emotionless, so I flashed my best smile.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You know that's not why I'm here," she said and I noted the hint of scolding in her voice.
I decided my best option, the situation as being, would be to play dumb. "Oh it isn't? But as you are my best friend of all time," she rolled her eyes at that part, "I figured you would want to see my new apartment!"
Her poker face was still in full affect so I squeezed her hand. "As this is an important moment in my life and I want to share it with you!" I added.
She laughed. "What kind of a best friend do you think I'd be if I didn't want to see your first apartment?"
Relieved, I laughed with her. Phew. As long as I was in the clear for now...
"But don't think we won't talk about what you've been avoiding for the past month."
And she did it again. Dropped the bomb. Ruined my perfect moment with the truth of the situation. But she was right, I needed to talk to her about this.
"Take a seat," I gestured to the tote labeled with my mom's neat handwriting: 'Kitchen'.
She laughed and obliged as I sat on the hardwood floor next to her.
"Hallie. The concert is tomorrow. You know how much this means to me." Janie sighed. "And them."
I groaned in response. "What if they don't like me? I'm not even sure if I'm going to like them! I read in a book once..."
"Ugh, you and your books," Janie giggled. "Sometimes I think you spend more time with them than me!"
"There's nothing wrong with reading, now let me finish!" I laughed. "I read that celebrities can be very judgmental and quick to find faults in a person due to boosted egos."
Janie just stared.
"Ugh," I groaned, "sometimes famous people can be total haters," I said in simpler terms.
Janie's face lit up with understanding. "Oh! But Hallie, I know my cousin. They aren't like that."
"I trust my books."
"More than you trust me?" she countered.
"No..." I got up. Grabbing my scissors, I broke open the box labeled 'Books'.
"You would open that one first," she sighed and walked over to me. I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Come on, Hallie. Backstage passes! Why don't you just try it? If you totally hate the guys, you don't have to ever talk to them again." My focus remained on the books. She frowned, "Don't judge a book by it's cover, Hallie," She said, nudging my arm and smiling.
I looked at her intensely, trying to still keep my reasons straight. My reason is valid, I thought to myself. Yet, so was hers.
I sighed and looked down. "What time should I be ready by?"
Janie screamed in excitement before I quickly covered her mouth. "I have neighbors!" I gestured upstairs.
She nodded. "Is that tour still running?" She asked and looped her arm in mine.
I glanced at Niall. Occupied. Distraction: video games. Target: Nando's Takeout Bag on the table.
I felt like a spy as I tiptoed over to the table and clasped my hand around the handle. The plastic bag crunched under my hand.
Niall's head twisted to face me a second after I bolted to my bedroom.
Once inside, I quickly I locked the door and placed my treasure on my bed. Mission: success.
"Harry! Open the damn door!" Niall yelled from the other side of the door.
I laughed and responded shortly with, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"
"Mature. Real mature, Harry."
"I thought so," I said taking a bite of his potato and hummus. "This is good, Niall! Do you want some?" I laughed.
"You are so on my freaking last nerve, British Boy." Niall's obviously irritated voice mumbled.
"And you Irish Lad, are making my midnight snack all the more enjoyable," I chuckled, finishing off his double breasted chicken wrap.
"Harry, quit screwing with Niall and give him back his food," Louis' voice said from behind the door.
"Just because you're the oldest, Louis, does NOT mean you need to act like it!" I complained.
"Harry." Was all he responded with. Yet I knew the force behind that one word.
I sighed and unlocked the door. I threw the Nando's bag into the hallway and retreated to my bed.
"All you left me are the peri chips, the corn on the cob and wings!" Niall whined, "I'll starve!"
Zayn laughed. "You'll be fine, Niall."
I laughed too before my head fell onto the pillow and I drifted into sleep.