‘Wait for meee’ B screamed running after the car, pulling up her joggers that we already nearly to her knees. I looked out of the rear view mirror of my black clio, i could see the humous from here, i slowed down the car and turned to look at Eggy who was keeled over in the back litrelly crying with laughter, surrounded by sweets and crisps and shit for our journey. I stopped the car and B got in the front seat laughing, dished out a few insults, and glassed me in the face with her empty bottle of water. I suppose i did derserve it, we had just made her run across the carpark of the service station, and she was sweating. I pulled over and waited for raquel, she had the others in her car as they refused to get in with me and raq was a much safer driver. I saw them coming and after a few rude insults to each other through the windows, (inspiration taken from the inbetweeners) and han’s dirty skank face we set off again up the motorway.

Within minutes we’d got Buzzin on the stereo and we we’re all partying like it was our birthdays, it was quite litrelly like a night club in the clio and when i felt a haribo off the side of the face i knew the party had really started. We we’re all absolutley buzzing because we we’re on our way to Cardiff for the weekend, and it was our first time away together as we’d just passed our driving tests. C’s dad had sorted us a really nice hotel for a discounted price and we we’re going to a concert on the night held by the local radio station there. We had all planned outfits a week in advance, although we were all now in our sherbet lesuire wear now, and eggy even had blue bits put in her hair.

B turned down the music (now on doing your mum, belter) and read out a bbm from raquel. We we’re nearly the hotel, but apparently she’d seen on twitter that the hotel for the performers (and this included one direction) was only 20 minutes away. Decision made and a few crude voice notes later we took a slight de-tour, to the annoyance of the sat-nav women, who b metaphorically twatted by throwing at eggy. 

As we came round the corner we could see a huge crowd of people waiting outside the doors of the hotel, and due to us being so hilarious, we wound down all the windows of the clio and blasted ‘move bitch’ nodding our heads back and forward as we drove past, trying see get a glimpse of anyone famous. Unfortuantley we didn’t see anyone, but we did get a round of applause from the waiting crowd. B airpunched and ellie waved like the queen and as we drove away, and i could see in my mirrors raquel had gone a shade of red and han had her head in her hands.

We pulled into the car park of our hotel and started to unload our bags. The other lot had gone straight in as C knew the deets of the booking, but we all had plently of bbm’s on our phones along the lines of ‘how embarrasing’, ‘omg i can’t believe you just did that’. I loled, ’we’re bloody fin nuts’ i said to ellie who was picking a chewed starburst out of her hair, not gonna lie, things had got messy on the M64.

We wheeled our bags across the carpark and into the lobby. The hotel was amazing, C was at the desk and the others were sat on some sofa’s in the corner waiting so we went and joined them. ‘Such a babe’ hannah said high fiving me for our ‘move bitch moment in the clio earlier, we all burst out laughing getting dirty looks from the employees near by. C came back and told us we had to wait for half an hour before we could go into our rooms, the hotel had an important last minute booking coming in and they gave us mints in apology, which of course b had ate before we could even tell C to stop playing in the revolving door.

We’d been waiting for about 20 minutes, and after a few andy samuels forever young impressions later, we we’re given our rooms keys and told to move quickly into the lift and upstairs. All the staff seemed really stressed and i swear half of them had more make-up on than before but we picked up our bags, and becky, off the floor (the maz handstand had back-fired) and made our way up. We got to the 8th floor and did the first thing any decent person would, dropped our bags and ran round the corridors. This went on for a good five minutes before we found our rooms and started oo-ing at the view out of the window and stealing the complementory soaps and dressing gowns. I put on a pair of slippers as eggy came in looking like she was potentially gonna go down, ‘stich, owwooft’ she said as she collasped on the bed.

‘What have you done with h you gooch?’ i asked, ‘i lost her on floor 12, oooh are they free?!’. I rolled my eyes and asked someone to come with me to find her, Raq agreed and so we set off, slightly sweaty to the lift. I pressed the button as we were both wetting ourselves at the han situ, imagining her still running round the corridors alone, she didnt even know the room number, we’d probs never see her agian. I heard the doors open and whilst looking at the floor checking out my free slippers went to step in (i love a freebie me) and heard raq from next to me go ‘bloody hell.’

I looked up and there in front of me were two members of one direction, Louis and Zayn. As i attempted to stop my chin from hitting the floor /calling everyone in my phonebook I tried to act natural and with a awkward hair flick and smile tried to make my now jelliod legs move into the lift. Raq had already gone in and was giving me a ‘get in here now you munter or ima kill you look’ and so i managed to move past them and to where rach was standing behind them. The doors closed and they boys started to make their own conversation, and i found it very hard to not come out with some sort of verbal direahha. Rach shot me ‘omg’ look and flapped her hands and i did a shocked face back, and a little dance on the spot andy samuels style. Wait till the others heard about this, they would literaly wee! As i was attempting to flatten my hair and make myself slightly more presentable (as was raq who i saw buff her hair and apply a cheeky layer of lipgloss), Louis turned round and looked at us with a puzzled face. I heard raq let out a ‘omgfds’ kind of sound and i looked back at him returning the facial expression ‘everything alright love?’ i said mockingly.

‘Yes thank you’ he said, both of them had cheeky grins on their faces, ‘I’m just wondering as to why your not crying that your in our presence, or asking for a picture or screaming, or trying to touch my hair, or even trying to get a photo of me when you think im not looking’. We laughed, he was as funny as looked in the video’s (little did he know this is what we we’re dying to do). ‘I do apologise’ i said, ‘i’ll be sure to throw at carrot at you next time’. They both laughed, ‘Is that all, are you not even going to question me on Harry Styles?’ he said. ‘Well i would go out and lick the windows of your car but if you don’t mind, i have got my slippers on’ I replied jokingly as we left the lift, thank god raq had remebered to press the button, ‘see you around’ i said as we left up the corridor and raq shot a cheeky smile over her shoulder as we left.

The 5 minutes consisted of me and raq having a meltdown, girlish screaming and flapping of hands before we went back to the hotel room (with found h, she had been running round the same floor shouting graeme for the last ten minutes) and telling them all what had happened. They all ran round in circles too going absolutley crazy and B exclaimed ‘shit the bed NO WAY!!’ before demanding we went searching round the whole of the hotel to find Niall, her favourite, as did eggy who wanted Liam. We barrackaded the door to stop them from having restraining orders before the age of 20 and sat down (well jigged about in excitement) to make a plan of action of how we would entice them tonight at dinner.

The rest of that afternoon, (we had arrived quite late because han had to finish her morning shift at lidl) was spent in the hotel pool and spa, and there was constant talk of the ways to real in the 1d boys, and what we would wear, what time we would go, what to do with hair, make-up, and the valid point of what to eat incase they looked over. B made the valid point dripping bbq sauce down your chin would not be a good look, and although it killed me, we decided the buffet would have to be kept to a minimal. I do love a buffet. 10 minutes later we realised we had nothing appropriate to gooch real, and set off to the london topshop to get new outfits. It was incroyable.

At about 7 o’clock we were all ready, relative dressey as we decided to try and go out on the night. We were all practicing our pouts in the mirror to kickstarts and i even attempted to do the jump and hand pump in heels before banging my knee cap of the dressing table. wow that kind of behavour was not gonn inpress lil ni. ‘Come on hann we want to goooo’. She always took a while, she was probably trying to look like jessie j. Not gonna lie, we all looked like sex god status, if someone put on some music we could have slow mo walked and hair flicked srsly. We waited 5 minutes before sending H to get back changed again due to her donning her claire maguire tour tee and left the rooms. C and Eggs had been down stairs to the reception earlier and got the goss that 1d were here because someone realised their hotel name on twitter and there was too many fans outside, and people were getting hurt (sounds like our kind of enviroment) and the people were causing too much congestion, so they moved them for health and saftey reasons. What a way to go.

We sat down at our table, and all looked around but none of us could see them. We started to eat, feeling a bit depressed. I was just tucking into my margerita and B and eggy were fighting becuase b had tried to have a fork full of her main when raq shouted, i repated shouted, ‘OMG THERE THEY ARE’ and began hand flapping and going red when she realised the loudness. ‘omg omg’ said c, as we all hair flicked and tried (tried) to look calm and collected.

‘Oh my god i don’t believe it’ i said with a face of a smacked backside. It’s not any of 1d. It’s bloody andy.