The Bucket List (One Direction)

''Wake up sleeping beauty!'' I shake her arm lightly, hoping to wake her up.

She groans, covering her body up again with the quilt, her arms bare.

''Come on, you're meeting One Direction in an hour!'' I tell her, cooing.

Tibby sits up, her loose ginger hair falling across her shoulders. She rubs her eyes sleepily, ''One hour? Is that all I have to get ready?''

''Yep!'' I nod, standing up properly. ''And they said they're on their way, so you'd better have a shower now. And breakfast after, I guess.''

''Okay! I can't wait,'' she skips from the room with a spring in her step.

~·~·~·~·~

''That was so awesome.'' Tibby comes bouncing towards me, Louis not far behind. I grin, and Louis smiles at me, looking happy with himself and us.

Tibby launches herself into my arms, squealing a thank you in my ear for such an amazing experience.

''And by the way, Sage is great.'' Tibby winks at me, giggling.

''Hmph.'' I reply, watching as she walks off to find the others.

Louis stays with me, by my side, watching Tibby and Sage talking, Sage coming towards us and Tibby leaving us.

''I think Tibby is lovely,'' he mutters.

''Yeah, she is. She has been my best friend since we were little.''

''Yeah. I wish I had a friend like that.''

''Aw, but you have us now, mate.''

''Yes, but I'd also like a girlfriend.'' His response surprises me and I gape at him.

''Where did that come from?''

Louis shrugs, watching as Sage laughs at something Tibby has said to her. My stomach does a forward flip as I watch her flick her long caramel coloured hair out and waves to Tibby, coming towards us again.

''I don't know man, I just feel kinda lonely. Seeing you and Sage, it just makes me want something like that.''

''But we're not even dating!'' I cry, very loudly.

''She heard you.'' Louis mutters sourly, as he stalks off.

''Sorry Lou,'' I murmur, as Sage looks my way.

Man, this is gonna be a long night.

 

~·~·~·~·~

The next day, the day of the sponsored run, I wake up with a hangover. We spent the whole day celebrating a great private performance and the fact that Tibby is okay.

For now.

Groaning, I get up from my bed and stagger downstairs, in search of some food and a glass of water.

''Harry! You're up, finally!'' Tibby smiles at me from the kitchen door.

''Yeah, finally.'' I groan, rubbing my forehead.

I enter the kitchen and look for an aspirin, which I gulp down with a glass of water and then Tibby hands me a slice of toast, with butter.

''Want a crumpet?'' she asks, a faint smile on her face.

I shake my head, ''No thanks. I'm fine with this.''

Tibby nods and then puts her leg up beside me, ''Look at my running pants. They're like leggings I guess.''