Something to Believe In part 11: “Hey you can take me home,

Something to Believe In

part 11:
 

 “Hey you can take me home, right?” Jordan asked, and I just rolled my eyes.
“No I’m leaving you here.  You have to hitch a ride home.” And she laughed as we got in the car.
“Can you just slap me really quick, so I know I’m not dreaming?” I asked, and she flicked my ear, and then said.
“No, this is not a dream, because if it was someone would run up and shoot you in the chest.”
“True.” I said, describing my reoccurring nightmare.  I wake up crying every single time.
“Did you get Niall’s number?” I asked, as I reversed out of the spot and started driving home.
“He texted himself from my phone, so now we both have each other’s numbers.” She said, and freaked out.
“This is not real life.” I kept repeating the entire ride home.
“So what’s up for tomorrow?” she asked,  and I thought for a moment.
“Okay so I was thinking of getting something to eat at the Phillies game, and then after I can take them to get water ice.”
“They need to get water ice, it’s the best.”
“Trust me, I know.” I said, and laughed. “My cousin works in one, so I can tell him to stay open for us.” I said, and thought more. “After the game we can walk around South Philly or even Center City if we want to go.” I said, and she nodded her head.
“Sounds fun, laid back but still stuff to do.” She said, and laid her head back in her seat.
“Niall Horan has my number.”
“Deep breaths.  Don’t fangirl.” I said, and she laughed.
“Oh please I did that in my room after you left.  It’s all out now.” She said, and then said.
“What are you wearing tomorrow?”
“Hmm, I’m going to wear my hair curly, and a Phillies shirt, probably with jeggings and my rainbows.”
“Okay, I’ll do the jean capris tomorrow.” She said, and we pulled into her neighborhood.
“I’ll come pick you up and then we can drive to Philly or whatever we end up doing.” I said, and my phone buzzed, and she checked it.
“It’s Zayynnn.” She sang, and I laughed and ripped it out of her hands.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” I said, and she got out of the car and ran into her house.  I read my phone and the text from Zayn said,
“thank you soo much again for tonight.  The boys and I really had a lot of fun. :) xx”
“I’m glad you had fun, Jordan and I both had a lot of fun too! (:” I typed as I sped home.  When I got home I washed my face and brushed my teeth as I went on my iPad and checked the twitter I had missed for the whole day.  At around 5ish (the math being done in my head from twitter’s standard “4 hours ago”) Zayn tweeted,
“The city’s gonna save her :) xx.” HE LOVED MY SONG!! I thought, and laughed, when I saw the text from Jordan on my phone that screenshotted that tweet.
“Great choice in songs.”  I texted back, and then read the other text I got from Zayn, it said,
“Niall has to be texting Jordan.  His face keeps lighting up every time he checks his phone.”
“No way, that is way too precious!!” I typed back, and just imagined him smiling and her practically screaming every time her phone vibrated. My phone buzzed, and Zayn said,
“How should I prepare myself for tomorrow’s game? :)”
“Well, if you wear a Phillies shirt, you’ll blend right in.  Need to borrow one?”
“I think I can handle it, anything I shouldn’t do?”
“Don’t say anything bad about them, and everyone will love you. (:”
“Everyone?”
“Mostly everyone, probably not the other team.(:”
“Good point, so should I bother to tell Niall not to wear the Yankee’s cap? :)”
“If you want him to survive, he should leave that at the hotel.”
“Ay ay captain :)” he said, and I laughed.
“Alright I’m about to pass out, I’ll text you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be up early for the signing, so I’ll be here whenever.  Goodnight Lauren :) xx.”
“night Bradford bad boy.(:”
“hey, don’t hold it against me :) xx.”
“I’ll try not to. (:” I said, and I put my phone on my night stand, and fell right asleep.