Totally Normal

Yo people! The girlfriends arent in here, but that doesnt mean I have anything against them, k? This story is about five 19-21 year old girls named Natalie, Kayla, Vanessa, Vicki, and Bailey. When they get to meet the boys, what will happen? I dont know, read and find out! Please don't tell me you don't like it! I will cry! Hope you love it! NOW READ :)



Bailey POV

What were they screaming about now? I rolled of the couch and ran into the kitchen table. I forgot that was there. "Ouch!" I finally opened my eyes and stood up. Kayla had a satisfied look on her face, and I was surprised Natalie's organs weren't all over. She was jumping up and down and she didnt even stop when the painting fell of the wall. "BAILEY! LOOK! NOW! OR ILL THROW THE PAINTNG AT YOUR HEAD!" It's happened before, so I quickly took the paper out of her hands. OH. MY. GOD "SOMEONE HOLD ME!" As soon as I said that Natalie pushed me over and Kayla kicked me. But I couln't care less. I was going to meet One Direction. My boyfriends from another continent. What was this feeling? Hope? Joy? Or just the throbbing coming from where Kayla kicked me? I vote all three.

Kayla POV

I had been trying to hide the envelope. It was so hard though. I mean, how could I keep such an incredible thing like this to yourself? But their reactions were worth it, but i think I might have knocked out Bailey by accident. Oh well. I got a lot of the excitment out by kicking her, but not much. Natalie would be smiling for days. And Bailey would be in pain for days. Mission accomplished. I was still unsure how Natalie would handle this whole, 'Backstage' thing. She would probably be glue to Louis before we even got in there. I dont even think they paid attention to the fact that it was a front row seat (or that I used thier money). Oh well. God, I love these girls. But ya know what I love more than them? The fact that I'm going to meet Niall Horan.

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