"OMG THAT'S HARRY STYLES!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LEMME GET HIS AUTOGRAPH!!"
I heard the screaming fangirl as I laid the dress back to the display rack. Well, I'm not surprised at all. I mean, I love Harry Styles. I'm a Directioner for sure. But the fact that Harry Styles was here really made sense to me. I had already known that he was gonna come. In fact that I was not screaming like all the girls did as well, didn't mean that I was not dying inside. Inside, I was fangirling.
I ran practically to the emergency exit instead of taking the normal exit door-- which was full of the screaming fangirl-- so this was the best way to reach Hazza!
One Direction due to have a press conference at a secret location in the city. Well, I wanted to attend! If I had the VIP ticket. So sad that I didn't get it! What a bummer when the promoter told me that I couldn't get in unless I had the private invitation with the VIP ticket attached. It was for the press only, you b*tch! Couldn't you see that I was just a student wearing a school uniform who wasn't happening to be a reporter on the other side?
Aha! I've reached the parking lot. I step on the ground that Hazza just stepped in. I breathe in the same air with him /dancing/.
I tried to find Harry Styles. Well, it was so damn easy to find him when he was just being surrounded by those screaming fangirl. That was stupid! I mean, when you met the boys *ALL FIVE!* or one of them, you should act cool! Stay cool and calm, like me!
The crowd cheered harder when Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, and Niall Horan had just arrived. So, the attention was not only for Harry Styles. The fangirl-- ah, I saw the fanboy too there, so lemme get this straight-- Directioners ran to the other boys. Which was the odds for me not to miss an epic moment to take photos with Hazza! Yeaaaaaaaay! #likeaboss
I penetrated to Hazza. I didn't mind about the annoyed Directioners who seemed to be mad about my attitude. Whatever it takes to meet Hazza!
God loves me. I finally reached Hazza. When I was ready to take my camera outta my purse for taking some photos, apparently the tour bus arrived. Paul told Hazza to get on the tour bus right now. Hazza said sorry and promised that we would meet again someday, perhaps at the concert?
I smiled at him but I was shaking inside. I was that close.... That close to take photos with him. That close to post the pic on my twitter account and set it as my icon and showed it all over the world like a boss. Holy crap!
I was mad! This couldn't be happening! Where was the justice when the other f*ckin' fangirl could take photos with him! I ran toward the tour bus, grabbed its back.
I didn't know how it got like that.. The tour bus shrank as I grabbed it! So did all the stuffs and the people inside.
So there was the situation.
I met One Direction, nearly took photos with Hazza, grabbed their tour bus, made their bus shrank. That should be enough to make Hazza attracted to me!
Well, not only Hazza but the other boys did too, no doubt!
They were coming outta the bus. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
How surprised I was when I found out that they were just so so so small. They looked tiny now. As tiny as Thumbelina.
So I grabbed them to my palm, then put them in my purse. That was the best souvenir I had ever had in my life.
Note: This is JUST A DREAM. Well, I dreamed of it last night and I laughed as I remember this. And this is the first time for me to do the post in English so perhaps I hit the wrong grammar. Please be kind. Just wanna share. Thanks for reading. Laffff♥
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