Sophie Stevenson

“A couple of years ago she used to have fantasies about being in hospital, leg in plaster after perhaps a car crash, or an incident in which she had rescued a baby from a burning building or something. In her imagination she would lie there while all her friends and family crowded around her bed, cooing with sympathy. One Direction would come and visit her themselves, in person, and bring flowers because she was a heroine. Zayn would fall in love with her and they’d become a couple. She’d be in the papers.”
― Louise Voss, From the Cradle