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between july 15 and july 25 I will be producing a shitload (that’s the technical term) of chapters and moments!!! get ready bebzz
Aw thanks, babe! I’ll study hard, promise :)x
I’m not sure! I have Finals until June 12 so most of my spare time will be spent studying but hopefully I will manage to get a few chapters out soon! :)
I’ve been a fan of One Direction since October 9, 2010. Viva La Vida was the first performance of theirs I ever saw. I live in the USA so granted, nobody knew about them. I would walk around talking about them and sounding like an idiot but I couldn’t care less! I couldn’t buy any of their merchandise because at that time, none of it shipped to the States. Whenever I searched them on iTunes, just to see if any of their performances on X Factor had been put up, all I would get was that US One Direction. I waited and waited, watched the Final Results Show on YouTube the day after it happened, and was absolutely crushed, just like all of the other Directioners. I, though, knew it was not the end for my boys! I stuck with them, checking their Twitters and website religiously. It used to be just this black page with a bunch of news in one column! I lived on the Pokemon Diaries and the Tour Diaries until the website was under construction, indefinitely. I went to Spain for a few weeks over the summer of 2011 and when I got back, I immediately checked their website. There it was, the What Makes You Beautiful music video. It was on the homepage of their revamped site. I watched their first live concert as a headliner on a livestream that was being recorded from some girl’s cellphone! I checked Comcast OnDemand every day after the WMYB video was released to see when it would be put up. I listened to the VERY FIRST PLAY of What Makes You Beautiful in the United States! I sat at my computer, waiting for tour tickets to go on sale for 2012 but the site crashed and I couldn’t get any. My friend and I bought REALLY OVERPRICED lawn seats at the very very back of the venue for Monday in Camden but I would love to sell those for a more reasonable price if I were to win. I have been a fan since (almost!) the beginning and I promise I will be until the very end…although let’s be honest, there will be no end. Please click the link if you want my ultimate dream to be a reality! I really think I deserve it. :)
So jealous of her D:
The British Museum is this huge, imposing figure on Great Russell Street and as I walked up the steps to browse, all I could think about was Harry. It annoyed me to death that he managed to claim all of my mental space and taking a day to relax here and get him off of my mind was just what I needed. Rachel had given me plenty of maps so I knew I would not have a hard time finding my way around.
I started in the Middle East Gallery, staring at sculptures from Assyria and artifacts from the Islamic world. Then I traveled to Ancient Greece and Rome, pretending I lived in Alexander the Great’s time. Yes, I know it seems stupid but it really helped me to clear my mind. I eventually found myself in the Asia gallery, in one of the dimly lit rooms, looking at a lavish kimono that was pinned to the wall. Staring at the fabrics, my mind found itself back to where it had started. Harry. Why did he have to say what he did when he left yesterday? It would have been so much easier for me to just hate him and forget about it if he just hadn’t uttered those few words. “Shouldn’t it only matter what you think of yourself?” What bothered me the most is that I had said that to myself for years. I am an incredibly insecure person and as much as I try, I can’t shake what people think, or at least what I think people think, of me. I know that other people are irrelevant but to me, they aren’t. It hurt that Harry could see that insecurity in me, that I had showed him that part of me. I felt vulnerable…naked. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to face him again.
A couple minutes went by and then I heard it. A gasp. Quiet, but definitely there. I turned around and heard it again, along with several camera flashes. Suddenly, three girls broke away from their tour group and rushed around me. In thick Cockney accents they spoke.
“You’re that girl! That girl that kissed Harry!”
“He was talking about it on Radio 1!”
“Oh my gosh, can I have a picture?!” I felt claustrophobic. I had no idea what to do or where to turn. People were looking over and more girls joined the fans that were already surrounding me. I tried to keep smiling as I was well aware that these pictures would be all over Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and more in a matter of seconds.
“What kind of kisser is he?”
“Are you two dating?”
“OMG I’m SO jealous of you!!!”
“You are totes gorge!” I tried to thank everybody but just couldn’t take it anymore. Thankfully, a security guard came over and shooed the girls away.
“Thank you so much, I thought I was going to die.” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You are disrupting the peace of the Museum.” I was shocked.
“Are you serious?” I asked, wide-eyed. In response, the man grabbed me by my arms and started pulling me towards the nearest exit. I couldn’t believe what was happening. As I was escorted out, I passed by one of the many girls who had been complimenting me earlier and heard her mutter to her friend.
“She’s not even pretty, why the fuck is Harry with her?” Her friend laughed.
“She’s probably just going to be a casual sex-scapade, like the rest of them!” The other girl said and they started cracking up. I felt tears threatening to fall and after being shoved out the door, I pulled out my cellphone, angrily.
Harry, we need to talk.
Thank you! Hopefully, babe :)x
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