"MOMMY!" I called rushing over to my mother waiting patiently for me.

"Bricklyn! Oh how I missed you." Mother pulled me into a hugging squeezing and rubbing my back.

"I miss you too." I smiled towards her recieving a smile back.

"Let's go home so Chelsie can bug you about the One Direction boys." Mother joked picking up on of my suitcases and leading me to the car.

While we drove home I had told her about the whole trip except the stuff that could possibly get me in trouble (like sharing a bed with Harry, the shower, the skinny dipping, the clubbing and so on), she was delighted that I had a great time and didn't appear to have done any damage to myself. Finally pulling into the driveway and making my way up to the door. It opened before laid my hand on the doorknob.

"Brick!" My dad grabbed me into a hug and swinging me around.

"BRICKLYN!" Chelsie called running towards me joining the hugging session.

" I am glad to find you intact kiddo."

"Yes dad, no harm done here." I twirled around for him to see that I indeed was all in one piece.

"You aren't pregnant too?" He sternly asked.

"Nothing is coming out of this body and nothing went in." I said rolling my eyes.

"Better not have been or else your old man will not be a happy papa bear." He grunted.

"I know dad, don't worry. I was on my best behavior." I said giving my dad a hug before I ran up to my room.

"What was it like hanging out with the guys?" My ten year old sister asked sitting on my bed watching me unpack. Of course Chelsie followed me up to my room just to bug me about the boys.

"It was fun, they are chill."

"I bet they are, do you think I could meet them sometime? Would Harry let me?" Her big blue eyes widening as she gave me a yearning look.

"Probably, since you are coming to the Chicago show right?"

"Oh yeah!" She rejoiced.

"Don't forget that you are coming out to see them."

"I can't wait!" She jumped off the bed and ran straight to her room. I chuckled as I heard her scream muffled from across the hall.

It was already the middle of August and I was again packing up for my sophmore year at the University of Chicago. Instead of sharing a dorm I was going to share an apartment with Rachael...again. We had flown out there a few days ago to meet up and search for a close by apartment which we had found one that suited us. We had advertised for another roomate due to having one empty room left. We indeed found one who was attending the university too.

I haven't seen Harry since leaving Australia except via Skype and we have been talking on the phone whenever he had the time. They had finished up with Australia and had a week break to spend so Harry flew back to London. He wanted me to come visit and to meet his family and friends but I was too busy with getting ready for college. But I promised him I would spend my Thanksgiving break with him, so instead of celebrating by eating my face off, I was going to London.

The day finally came and I was back at the airport. I said goodbye to the family and boarded my flight. I sat down and then someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see two girls staring at me with the wildest expressions ever.

"Aren't you Harry Styles' girlfriend?" One of them asked.

"Uh....Yeah." This was the first time anybody has asked me, which was surprising.

"Oh my god, can we like have a picture?" the other girl asked, she had dark hair while the other one had bleach blonde locks.

"I guessed." They leaned in and I smiled as their phones flashed.

It was a long flight.

"Finally you are here!" Squealed Rachael rushing to hug me.

"I know finally." I said smiling at Rachael.

"Sam is already here unpacking and I already have my stuff done." Rachael said referring to our new roomate. We had a chance to meet her and she was a pretty nice gir. She had the gorgeous brown hair I have ever seen and she was tall. I mean model tall.

"Great, well I guess I will just go and put my stuff up." I headed towards my room.

I finally got settled in and used the few weeks left of summer break to go job hunting and hang out with the girls. Sam was pretty chill and she even knew about the famous boyfriend of mine. She was also a fan but she reassured me she was a Zayn girl. She was a little stunned to find out I was still a virgin though after Rachael blurted it out.

"Isn't Harry a sex god though?" Sam asked confused.

"Yeah I guess." I shrugged.

"So you haven't slept with him and you guys have been dating for how long?" She asked still confused.

"It's been almost 5 months." I counted.

"Well he must have gotten pretty close to his hand then." She murmered making both me and Rachael choke. Rachael then proceeded to laugh while my mouth was agape.

"Oh my god, that was the funniest thing I have ever heard." Rachael giggled.

"Well if he is trying to be faithful and not having sex with you, there has got to be only one way to release." She said making a crude hand gesture. Again Rachael burst out laughing.

"Um....I don't know! We don't talk about that."

"I wonder if he is a right?" Rachael said out loud, which made me smack her arm.

School finally started the first week of September. I was still job searching while Sam and Rachael had already found jobs. Since Sam lived in Chicago already, she had the same old job. Since it was September it meant one thing. Yes, the boys were in the states. They had flown down to South America and had already been to most of the east coast. They were slowly moving in.