|One Direction Infection
Author: Shishkebab101010101 PM
My fictional experience as a directioner and a woman. I am a woman. Believe me. Fallopian tubes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 249 - Published: 05-10-12 - id: 8103716
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There I was, sitting in the lunchroom getting the same old same old mystery meat and stuff like that. The next thing I knew, there was the drama department, putting up posters for the school play. This was my chance. To be discovered. Next stop: Hollywood! I auditioned and to my surprise the play was the sound of music. It was such a good play that we put it on the Youtube, and got like millions of views.
So there I was, a simple teenage girl, over whelmed with Newfoundland freedom. I like this freedom. It feels well. R drama class kept on getting call and invites to be famous at Hollywood.
The call. It was 3rd black, I was sitting in class, just minding my own business, and then it happened – my period! Because that is how girls work, but also another thing that happened was a phone call. I said "BATHROOM?" and my teacher said, "Alright," then, I went to the bathroom. That was when I looked at my phone because it was too risky in class. Also the period was happening so that was urgent. When I got to the bathroom, I answered my phone. And who should talk to me but Harry Styles himself? I was aghast! He said, "Hey, do you wanna go on a date with me tomorrow night?" I said, "Yes!"
But I forgot about the time of the month.
I couldn't be seen by Harry Styles while cramping! Oh no!