All I Want For Christmas Is You

The boys took us back to our hotel and they apologized for all the crazy things that came about while we were with them. We gave our hugs as we walked into our hotel. I looked over my left shoulder to see out of the glass entrance that they got into their car and drove away. I looked at my feet, I was wearing Harry’s Converse because one of my shoes got lost last night. His was only a few sizes bigger than me… That’s what I got for being tall. I was also wearing his old purple Jack Wills hoodie. He said he never wore it anymore anyway, so he gave it to me with a pair of sweatpants, since I kind of lost my dress. Pathetic right? I was still very mad at him for what he did. He used me, when I wasn’t myself.
I looked over at Karla next to me and saw she was wearing what she was wearing last night, but she looked down compared to normal. Val was holding my hand tight and I patted her hair and she looked up at me with a sad, tear-stricken face. I felt bad for her. I couldn’t imagine going through what she is going through at that young of an age.
I led us up the elevator and we got into our room. As soon as we entered we all flopped down on our beds. I stared at the ceiling before dozing off into a deep sleep.

But in my dream… It was beautiful…
I was in New York City, and I was in Times Square, staring at the sky. The sky was pitch black, and I heard Christmas caroling in the background. I looked at all the light from the signs everywhere, and then I turned a few corners and saw Rockefeller Center, where the huge Christmas tree was. I looked at it and sat amazed for a few minutes. I then felt a hand brush mine and I looked to see whom it was, but the face was blurry. He spoke, but I didn’t understand. It was as if he was speaking another language. “Excuse me?” I kept saying but he interrupted me by kissing me.

Then I woke up.

I was the next day’s morning. I was in the hotel still and I flipped over to look at the alarm clock. It was one in the afternoon. I guess drinking was a bad idea. I told Karla. I knew it.
“Karla!” I yelled, sitting up quickly staring at her bed. She weakly sat up and rubbed her cheek. “What,” she croaked. I giggled she looked ratchet. She groaned and laid back down as I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. It just so happened that One Direction were on the local news again.

REPORTER: “So how was the show last night?”
1D – Nods
NIALL – “It was amazing. I really enjoyed all the fans!” waved at the camera.
LIAM – “I’d have to agree with Niall on this one,” giggling.
ZAYN – laughs
REPORTER: “So have any of you gotten what you wished for, for Christmas?”
1D – Gets caught off guard from the question.
ZAYN – “It’s not the holiday yet,”
LOUIS – “Honestly, I think we will get what we want… but you know… It’s not even time for that yet. We still have a few days. Give us a rest,” ends with laughter from all the boys and the reporter.
REPORTER: “What about you Harry? Have you met anyone? You know… That would be the one?”
HARRY – stares at the ground and then back at the camera. He nods. “I met someone, someone lovely at the concert, but it didn’t … erm… work out quite right. I guess I’m just too clumsy,” he looked sadly at the ground. Reporter is caught off guard.

I turned off the TV.

He couldn’t have meant me. But everything he said … It sounded like … us.
Even with the clumsy part… with the rack of clothes…

But I still hated him. This silly interview was ridiculous. I was I even watching it. Why had Karla gotten me into this anyway. This whole trip was a waste. I was used. I was a victim of being USED by a celebrity. I mean some strange people want it, but I am a modest person. I don’t do these things. Until last night. And it’s all Karla’s fault. Everything is. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.

“I’m going to get breakfast,” I said to Karla who was still lying in bed like a lazy cat. I woke Valerie and asked if she wanted to come with me. She nodded tiredly and held her arms up for me to pick her up. Her leg was still hurting her of course. So I picked her up and took her with me down the elevator into the lobby where the continental breakfast was being served.
There was a girl about my age, making waffles in the waffle maker and she glared at me. I shrugged as I set Val down super gently on the tile floor. She continued to glare at me, and I finally yelled, “WHAT?” and then she turned around quicker than before. What did I do to her? She doesn’t even know me!
“It’s your shirt,” Val said as she tugged on it. I looked at her confused. “What?” I asked. “You’re wearing Harry’s shirt, I bet she knows,” Val said as she scurried over to the breakfast burritos.
I went and sat down holding an apple juice and a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal. The girl came up to me and sat down near me. I looked over at her, and she was still glaring. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I finally let out my frustration. I HATED it when people stared at me.
“Oh, you were just on the news making out with my husband,” she said looking at my shirt. “You are the mystery girl… The one that Harry said he met last night on an interview this morning. Duh. Bitch,” she said. She was American as well, and she was probably the single rudest person I’ve ever met. She got up and yelled in my face. “Get off my man,” and then I yelled out to Val to come over to me. She walked quickly over and I grabbed her hand and helped her on my back, since she complained about her leg, and we went back upstairs to avoid that freak girl.

As Val and I stood in silence in the elevator I thought deeply to myself. How did the paparazzi get a photo? How did they find us? What do they want from me? Why did I give in to doing that?

We walked slowly back into the room, but I forgot the key inside. So I banged on the door loudly to wake Karla. “KARLA WAKE UP!” I yelled loudly. Suddenly I heard a thump, and soft footsteps pacing slowly towards the door. The knob turned and opened to see Karla… It wasn’t a pleasant sight. She needed to brush her hair at least.

“Well, you succeeded on waking me up,” she said as she flumped down on the bed again. I giggled and Val took her burrito to the couch on the side of the room. She ate slowly, without talking. The room was silent, and then I took a sip of my apple juice.
Then out of nowhere, Val started to cry. I ran over to her and comforted her, and told her everything was going to be okay. She didn’t need to be upset.
After I calmed her down, I saw the airline tickets setting on the middle dresser. I picked them up and saw that that plane had already departed. We were officially stuck here. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. And then I saw under the tickets was a brochure of a college. I opened the flaps and saw it was the University of London. That was when I remembered that I could go to orientation since we were stuck here. But all it would do would remind me of mom if I went there since she really didn’t want me to go there. And I wanted to please mom… But I want to follow my dreams… I don’t know.

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