When you spend a whole paycheck on a one night's stay at their hotel, you know you're dedicated but also a creeper. Would you call it commitment to call in sick to work just to see them and then the next day swap shifts just to utilise the hotel's facilities to the fullest? I don't know but whatever, the views of the harbour (bridge and Opera house included) were to die for and we were two floors above One Direction. I'd post photos but I can't be bothered so you'll have to wait a bit.
EDIT: here's a photo
I'm not one to believe in anything BUT fate is actually real or at least it was up until this moment. It could still prove itself but let's just wait and see. I know that it probably seems like I'm just going to start fanning over them but I'm not...or am I? Lolz, we'll see. Being the rowdy 18 year olds that we are, you've gotta walk into the room, scream, jump on the bed and pop a bottle of champagne to start off the night then have a sparty. Oh wait, maybe that last bit was just us. Because I like food and am just a fat person on the inside, I decided eating in the spa was natural.
And to prove that this sparty wasn't just a cry fest alone with food, these two joined me. They go aight right? To the left is Ali and the right Marina.
ANYWAY, we were just chillin' in the lobby before going out when Harry and Zayn walked past us. You know how in videos you see people screaming their lungs out, well we were the complete opposite. It was silent besides Harry saying "Hey". It was good though because we gave them space. But after that we went back up to the room got changed and headed out, prepped to catch the train to Kings Cross to hit up World Bar but nup, it started to poor so taxi it was. We're high rollers so we can pay for taxis, lol jks. Anyway the valet asked where we going, we said the X and he was like "No, you wan't to go to Scary Canary." OMG, why was he being the greatest person in existence? That taxi ride there was one of my happiest trips on Sydney transport, fruit fight aside. If he was trolling we would've killed him.
We walk in and who is to our left, Zayn Malik and motherfucking Harry Styles. What is life? Why were we breathing the same backpacker tinged air as them? For those who don't know about Scary, it practically goes off every night because backpackers never sleep but you'd never think it'd be the place famous people would go. Though thinking about it now, the median age is 20 and everyone is British so I guess it felt like home. You've gotta make yourself seen right? My friend "accidentally" crashing into Zayn is one way. Hey, it worked they got double takes and later on in the night got into the VIP area with them.
But my personal experience, whilst I won't go into specifics, happened in the bathroom. Where else are guys meant to talk privately? But it's not like that. You're probably calling bullshit on all of this but I shit you not, I'm not lying in the slightest. When they left, so did we. Back to the hotel, we were shitting bricks at what had just happened; greatest experience ever but wait it gets better. In the morning, what is this? A voicemail? If I knew how to put up voice clips, I would but in the meantime, here's the transcript.
Machine: Message received today at 1:34am
Zayn: Yo
That one syllable word was replayed more than 50 times, not even being hyperbolic. He left the club at like 1:25am and if he called us at 1:34am, he must've wanted Ali alot. But wait for it, it still gets better. What is this? The option to recall the sender? Ring ring. "Hello," said Zayn. "Hey is this Zayn? It's Ali." I have these on video, yes there's more than one phone call, so when I'm sent them, they'll be uploaded.
But in all seriousness, what is life? Was I not best friends with Harry Styles ? Did my friends not get hit on by the biggest celebrities in the world at the moment? So many people liking my statuses and asking my friends and I about it, we're practically famous. People did scream when I did go to the window, so obvs I will sign autographs if asked.
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