Amazing Mums

“Ohmygawd!” Drew squeals in excitement. “That has to be the most romantic thing that I have ever heard! Well, not most romantic. He has a ways to go before he beats Zayn.”

I laugh and sort through her nail-polish selections. Pink. Pink. More pink. She has obsessively been wearing only pink nail-polish for over a month now. Ever since she found out that Zayn likes it when girls wear it. She now owns at least twenty-five different shades. “He doesn’t find that it weird that you know basically everything about him?” I ask gesturing to yet another shade of pink.

“I don’t think so.” Then she gets defensive, “It’s not weird!”

“Of course not. I just would get a little creeped-out if Harry knew everything about me.”

“He found out where you lived.” She points out.

 “Yeah, and I was creeped-out. I thought he was going to be hiding in my closet or something.”

“Now you are giving me the weird urge to check your closet. Not that I’d mind if I saw a member of One Direction hiding in there.” This sets her of in a fit of giggles. Her laugh is really contagious and suddenly I’m laughing, too. I blame all the soda we’re drinking.

We calm down a bit after a few minutes. “It’s just like I’d always dreamed… You with Harry, me with Zayn.”

“I thought that you dreamed of ending up with Louis?”

She frowns at me. “Actually I dreamed of ending up with any of them,” She corrects. “Except Harry, who I knew that you were destined to be with.“ I hold my hands up in surrender.

“Well, I didn’t have any dreams of ending up with Harry, but I guess that I don’t have a sixth sense when it comes to relationships, like you do.” I say mockingly. She throws a handful of popcorn at me.

My phone dings and I crawl across the room to get it. It’s a text form Harry saying: Tuesday night? At our hotel? Drew can come 2. We’re having a signing.

I show the text to Drew who dances around the room, squealing. “You better say yes. I will never forgive you if you don’t.” She adds.

“As if I didn’t already know that,” I say, rolling my eyes. But I don’t say yes. Instead I write: Maybe :1

My phone dings again. You r going 2 b the death of me Arianna Jackson.

I’ll b there…if I can.

:P I’ll c u then

“I have a date with Harry,” I yell dancing around in a circle.

The door to my room opens. “That guy that keeps showing up in the middle of the night?” My brother asks, frowning.

“Were you eavesdropping?” I accuse.

“No I was just walking down the hallway. You were loud enough that I’m surprised that they didn’t hear you in Africa,” He mumbles.

 “Out,” my mom appears behind him and orders, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb. He looks like he wants to stay there and demand answers so she drags him away by the ear, closing the door behind them.

“I love your mom.” Drew says for the millionth time. Today. “Or should I say mum?” she asks in a terrible fake English accent. 

Reviews

[Dominique]

I cannot wait for the date!!! I bet it will be amazing! These last two chapters are wonderful and I can't wait for more. Keep up the wonderful writting!

[Krista Weiss]

Ahhhh!! I'm so excited for their date!! Can't wait till the next chapter! :) < 3

[Legolas]

Great job...as usual.

[Pencrafter]

You have a nice flow to the story. Also, the way you write makes it easy to visualize the characters. Good job.

[luv2dream]

LOVE IT! "I'm surprised they didn't hear you in Africa."! LOVE IT! "I like your mom." LOVE IT MORE!

[Sophie]

I FLIPPING LOVE THIS CHAPTER!
in the first sentence you called Drew Macy

[Amanda]

Fake English accents are the worst :P but I thought Macy's name was Drew...?

[Brooklyn]

Where did I write Macy?

[Amanda]

the first sentence

[Brooklyn]

ooo...that must be fixed