Two hours later, I was comfortably seated on a white leather sofa (talk about class) while 99 other girls milled about, nervously fretting or talking in hushed tones.
The One Direction guys were supposed to be meeting us. Well, not really 'meeting' us. They were just supposed to come in and sit on a sofa, while each girl introduced herself, by saying her name, age, and where she was from. There were one hundred girls. That was a lot of introductions.
When I had arrived earlier and had started gasping over the grandeur of the place, I had met a lady who looked like a permanent smile had been etched on her face, who herded me into the living room, bags and all.
"What's your name?" She had asked me. I replied with "Batman", keeping a straight face.
"Really?" She asked, with surprise. I just couldn't hold it in after that. I let out a bellow of laughter, most likely spitting in her face. She looked at me with an expression that said tell-me-your-name-so-I-won't-have-to-kill-you. I sighed and said, "Tori Rae Knightley."
She consulted her clipboard in a professional manner before looking back at me. "Alright, Tori. You have Room 205 which you will be sharing with four other girls. You may deposit your bags in your room, but after that, you must come straight to the living room where you will meet the One Direction boys. Here is the brochure of the activities of you girls." She turned on her heel and left.
I stared at her, dumbfounded. I was going to meet the One Diretion guys! Then I realized something else. How in the flapjacks was I supposed to find my room? There must be like five hundred rooms here or something. Ok, maybe not. But still.
I thought about going back to the smiling lady, but she had already disappeared around a corner. Just as I was beginning to worry, a girl who looked to be about my age appeared. She had straight black hair and green eyes, and seemed to give off a lively air.
Finally. Some human life.
"Hey, my name's Aiden, what's yours?" She asked politely.
"Tori." I replied. "Say, you wouldn't know where Room 205 is, would you?"
"Actually, I do! And guess what, I'm in the same room!" She said, rather excitedly. I replied with a "Great." but she was already leading the way to the room. How she knew her way around this place confused me.
We finally arrived, and the room was no less splendid then the rest of the house, er, mansion.
There were five beds, each with their own nightstands. Two doors were on the far side of the room, most probably the washrooms. Next to each bed was a white-washed cupboard. The walls were soft pastel colours, peaches and blues and yellows.
I put dibs on the bed next to the window and placed my bags there. Aiden took the bed next to mine. I waited for her to lead the way to the living room, seeing as she was my walking talking map. She and I started to talk for a while, and I hadn't even noticed we were already at the living room door.
So, I spent the next hour and a half busying myself by observing the girls around me. The gigantic room slowly filled up as more and more girls began to arrive, settling down, like me, onto the couches and attempting to get the remote to change the channel from Animal Planet, or moving about, like Aiden, striking up a conversation with everyone.
You can probably see who's the less social person out of the two of us.
Although I should've tried to make friends, I didn't, mostly because I was disgusted by some of the girls around me. Everything about them screamed fake. Nose jobs, dyed hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails, they repulsed me.
Woah, I had just used a big word. I need a reward.
Anyway, I classified these 'fake girls' as 'Fakes'. I know, I should probably get a medal for originality.
Before I had time to classify other girls, the permanent-smiling lady who I had met earlier came into the room.
"Well, girls, all of you are here, and I hope you have all settled into your rooms. Now, the One Direction boys will be here shortly. When they come, introduce yourselves with your name, age, and where you're from. That is all." She disappeared again.
I sucked in a breath. I was so excited, and I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was about to squeal, but then I realized that I was most probably on film. I looked around. There were hidden cameras all around the room. I'm pretty sure some of the girls noticed, but they didn't acknowledge it.
Just then, the door opened again. And a familiar voice, one that I had heard in so many interviews and concerts, said, "Ladies and, er, ladies. Hello and welcome to Keeping Up With The Fangirls. We're One Direction, as I'm sure you already know.
This was the Louis Tomlinson speaking.
And One Direction were in the same room as I am.