Girl Meets Trouble #Wattys2015

Chapter 3: Just Can't Let Her Go

Deep breaths, I reminded myself for the thousandth time. Just take deep breaths.

OK. I need to stay calm.

It's not an earthquake or Armageddon.

In the scale of slipping infront of your crush to Doomsday, this is nothing.

Come on, Teddy. This is just a date, I tell myself as I tried to control my nerves.

I try to practice a smile, but as I catch my reflection in the limousine's mirror, I just kind of looked like an injured orangutan from the zoo.

Oh, God. Who am I kidding? I can't stay calm.

I'm going on a date. My first date.

With One freaking Direction.

And probably the most normal reaction about this is to have a heart attack.

I'm sitting nervously inside the black limousine, biting the insides of my cheek because I don't know what else to do to keep myself from acting crazy.

What do people do on dates anyway?

I don't have a single bloody idea.

But then, almost immediately, an idea hits me.

I fish out my phone from my pocket and open the Internet browser.

I open up a search engine and type in the words:

What to do on a first date

It takes a short while until a few web results appear on my phone, and I click on some interesting articles.

My eyes scan the words and found nothing that helped.

I make another attempt, typing another question in the search box.

What to do on a date with One Direction

Okay, my question looks crazy. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

I stare at my phone, waiting for it to show some articles, but the internet greets me back with a few words:

No results can be displayed for your search.

I sink into the plush seat and groan in frustration.

How the hell did I get into this situation?

"Ms. Wyatt?" the chauffeur asks, looking amused when he caught me slapping my own face.