I sighed watching the video of One Direction on my computer screen. They always seemed to make me smile and laugh. Anytime I was having a bad day I would watch a funny moments video and everything would suddenly be better. The Olympic Games had just passed and I knew that if before being noticed by the boys was going to be hard... Now it was going to be nigh impossible. The boys had only had maybe three minutes on the Olympic staged. It was plenty of time though for all of them to gain close to 10,000 followers each on twitter. Was I forever going to be forced to know them but they to never know me? How could I feel this away about five people whom I have never met before?? It was absolutely crazy! Sometimes I actually thought maybe I was.
Shaking my head, I whispered, "Stop being so dang depressed, El! It won't do ya any good!" I stood up from my chair. No more sadness. I was going to make my dream of meeting the boys become a reality somehow. As I began to wonder how... I lost my motivation. It wasn't possible. I didn't have any money for a concert ticket and my mother wouldn't help me out. My entire family was tired of me CONSTANTLY talking about One Direction. Feeling the despair coming on again, I flipped on their CD and began to dance around my room. Every where I looked I was greeted by their faces. WMYB came on and I sang along with a pretend microphone in my hand, pointing at their posted telling them how beautiful they were.
Suddenly there was banging on my door and my brother, Robert, exclaimed, "Turn off that gay music! No one likes to listen to those homos!"
"They aren't gay and you know that!" I screamed back in protest. No one this dreamy could possibly be gay. The things I admired about them were the fact that they could be themselves even though pretty much the entire world knew their names. It was quite inspiring. It gave me the courage to be myself no matter where I was or who I was with! My brother's banging persisted on my door, so I turned down my music. My phone buzzed and I quickly scooped it up hoping I'd been texted one of the boys' tweets. To my luck it was one of them. A smile immediately graced my face even before I knew who it was. When I read Harry Styles, my smile broadened. It wasn't often Harry tweeted just to tweet. Most of the time he would only reply to people or it would be a one worded tweet with a picture he posted on Instragram. For example: Brilliant! (insert picture link)... This time it wasn't something like that. He was actually being himself and just telling everyone hello and interacting. Reading his tweet sent new feels through my body again! Oh how I wanted to visit England just for the chance of running into one of them! That would make all my dreams come true!
My phone buzzed again, it was my mom telling me it was time for bed. I groaned turned down the tunes and laid on my bed. I smiled at my posters of the boys, telling them goodnight as I rolled over to try and get some rest. As I lay in my bed dreams of meeting the boys were far better than I knew my reality to be. My eyes began to droop and I slept with a smile on my face and One Direction in my dreams and in my heart. :)
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