Serendipity

Chapter 1

I woke up, my shoulders aching. The house was quiet and sunlight streamed through my windows. I glanced at my clock, 2:35pm. I let out a groan. No wonder I was aching all over, I'd slept for more than 12 hours. I rolled out of bed to shower and have breakfast. My sister was already awake, seated in front of the TV flipping through the channels.

“Mom called a while ago,” she said. “What'd she say?” I asked whiled pouring myself a glass of chocolate milk. “Nothing much really. She was about to head to bed and wanted to know how we were doing,” she answered.

My mom and dad had flown out to the US because of my dad's work a couple of days ago. They would be gone for about a week and my mom had been freaking out about my sister and I staying home alone. It was spring break, so we weren't too worried. My dad had stocked up on our snacks and our days consisted of sleeping, or just laying around and eating so we weren't really about to get kidnapped or anything. However, my parents weren't aware of the fact that my sister and I wold be using their car to drive around downtown in hopes of running in to One Direction since they would be here for the entire week doing promos and holding two concerts.

“Hurry up and get dressed so we can start stalking them before downtown gets too crowded,” I said as I finished my glass of milk and made my way over to the sink to rinse out my glass. “Should I pack my bag for my sleepover at Sarah's tonight?” she asked looking guilty. “Amelia!” I shouted. “You were supposed to have everything ready to go last night, not right now when we're about to leave!” I said exasperated. She was always leaving things to the last minute. “I'm sorry, jeez. It'll take two minutes,” she said switching off the TV and running to her room.

30 minutes later, we were in the car, and on our way to scoping out One Direction from the mass of people walking everywhere.

“Any new updates?” I asked my sister as I maneuvered my way around traffic. She scrolled through her phone, “nope.” I sighed, we had been driving around for about two hours without any luck whatsoever.

It was almost 6pm and I had to drop my sister off at her friend's house for their little sleepover. “Let's turn back, it's getting late,” I commented. “I can't believe we never found them,” she said leaning her head against the window. “We tried,” I replied as we stopped at a red light.

I spotted Dairy Queen and realized just how much I was craving a milkshake. “Drive!” my sister said nudging my arm a little too hard. “Ow, okay. Calm down,” I said putting my eyes back on the road.

We drove an entire two hours back to get to her friend's house. “Bye!” my sister said getting out of the car. I waved and drove off.

As I was driving, I couldn't help but think of how badly I wanted to meet One Direction. It honestly seemed like I wasn't ever going to meet them, even after trying so hard to win tickets, and then resorting to actually driving around in hopes of finding them. I deserved a milkshake from Dairy Queen, I thought to myself. I decided to drive all the way back to the one I spotted near downtown. It wasn't like I had much to do if I went home; and with my sister gone, I was bound to be bored and lonely as ever. I cranked up the radio and drove all the way back singing and staring at the city lights. I parked my car and went inside Dairy Queen to get myself that well deserved milkshake. It was awfully crowded for a Thursday night. I made my way through the mass of people to get to the cash register. I heard people murmuring the words “One Direction” and I couldn't help but feel miserable all over again.

“Excuse me, may I take your order?!” I snapped back to reality. “Yeah, hi, sorry about that,” I replied feeling embarrassed. “I'll take a vanilla milkshake, thanks.” “What size?” the cashier asked looking annoyed. I thought for a second, “I'll go with a large,” I said handing her the money.

She cashed it in and went to the back to make my order. As I waited, I glanced out the glass walls and couldn't help but notice a guy wearing rusty colored pants that were rolled up along with a gray beanie. It looked a lot like Louis. I shook my head, I was imagining things for sure.

“Your order's ready,” the girl behind the register yelled out to me. “Oh, thanks,” I said, grabbing my milkshake and speed walking out the door to avoid annoying her any further. As I approached the corner to where the parking lot was located, a figure bumped in to me causing my precious milkshake to spill all over me.