A Directioner's War

What would the world be like if there was a war between Directioners and Beliebers? Meridia O'Day lives in the United States, and would do anything to go to a 1D concert. When she meets Niall Horan, her entire life changes.


6. Jetlag

*Meridia’s P.O.V.*  

The next day we spent resting and getting over the time change. Someone finally, around six or seven, suggested we go and get food.  

“Why not get room service instead?” Cashmere suggested, dropping to sit on the couch. We were all still pretty out of it from sleeping all day.  

“I second that.” I said, finding the book and flipping through the various entrees.  

“But don’t you want to see the city?” Sparkle asked.  

“Yeah, Sunday, after the ball tomorrow night.” Lacie countered then looked over my shoulder at the book.  

“Fine,” Sparkle sighed, “I say we get fish and chips.”  

“What other way could we celebrate being in England?” Cashmere laughed, “Well we will get to celebrate tomorrow night pretty well too, won’t we?”  

“Yeah buddy.” I giggled, realizing what I had said.   

Lacie offered to call in the room service as long as we spilt the bill. Thirty minutes later and we were biting into our dinner.  

“Mmm,…” was all we could say.  

After, we all laid out on the couch bellies full and eyes drooping we immediately woke up when we heard One Direction mentioned on television.  

“These five, that we all love so well, plan to have a closed concert here in London tomorrow night. Apparently they sent invitations to select fans. Don’t be alarmed to be hearing their voices throughout the city tomorrow, along with thousands of screaming fans.”   

Some time later, I heard someone say, “No, don’t wake her. She’ll be pissed.” I was in that state of sleep where you’re halfway asleep, but you can hear things around you. Yes, its weird and I might be the only one that experiences this. Anyways…   

I slept for a little longer, until my back started hurting and I forced myself to go to bed. Somehow, I managed to drift to sleep and had a nice dream.  


This time when I woke up, I heard music playing from the living room, along with the smell of breakfast food. Jumping out of bed, I straightened my t-shirt and sweat pants, then went to the kitchen.  

“Look who’s awake.” Cashmere teased, sitting down at the table with a mug in hand.  

“What time is it?” I asked rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.  

“Ten-thirty…” Sparkle answered.  

“Thanks for letting me sleep.” I said, and sat down in the empty chair.  

“Well if we didn’t, you would have ripped our faces off.” Lacie said and Sparkle giggled, “You think I’m joking? Try it sometime.”  

“No, no. I’m good.” she said.  

When I came to my senses, I realized the table was full of food. Scones, French toast, biscuits, jelly, butter, a tea pot, eggs, and a bowl of fruit.  

“How did you all get this?” I asked.  

“Fridge and cabinets are stocked in here, and they brought the tea and scones.” Cashmere explained, pointing at a little service cart in the kitchen,  

“Wow,” was all I could say, then we started passing things around the table. Filling our plates up until they couldn’t possibly hold anymore.  

The thing was, when we wanted jelly on our biscuits, we had to find a way to balance it on the small butter knife. We all had sworn off using spoons, because of Liam. - Just because the war and the threat of death was on us in the states, doesn’t mean we cant have the little directioner things like that.    

We ate and talked about what we were going to do tonight. How we would fix our hair, how to do our make-up, what jewelry, everything.  

“Meridia is great at jewelry decisions.” Cashmere said finally, as we cleaned off the table.  

“All I do is pick simple things. Like if your dress is made of all sequins, you don’t need a flashy necklace.” I explained.  

“I can help with hair.” Sparkle said, putting the teapot and clean plate the scones used to be one, on the small service cart to be sent back to the hotel kitchen.  

“And I got make-up.” Lacie added.  

“Good, because I’m helpless on that.” Cashmere laughed.  

When we got done with cleaning the kitchen, we noticed it was passed noon. We had to be ready by seven so we can get to the ball.  

The ball starts at nine, but figuring that we would be fighting traffic and others going tonight, we need to leave early.   

“Go take showers, I’ll wait.” Lacie said.  

“Are you sure?” I asked. “You can shower first.”  

“Yeah, I’m going to get all of our things out for tonight… And I’ve found that it doesn’t take me too long to get ready.”  

“Alright,” we all said at the same time, and went off to shower.      

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