- A One Direction Fan Fiction -

Leila Brooks, Natalie Chapman and Jara Martinez are three best friends, about to leave home and become individuals in the world.

Each friend has their own personal goal in life;
Natalie aspires to become a respectable journalist. Jara dreams of making it in the world of sports science and working with some of the most elite athletes. And then there's Leila, who dreams only of finding one famous boy to change her whole world.

But what happens when one friends fairytale becomes a shocking reality?

With the world as she knows it flipped upside down into an alternate reality, will Leila Brooks be able to handle her new life ? Or will the carefully constructed dream come crashing down, along with her confidence in her own aspirations.


1. Rich & Socially Awkward.

‘Leila Jessie Brooks, this is honestly not acceptable,’ my Dad announced as he read through my school report. He always started his lectures with this, so I was preparing myself for a long conversation as I settled myself into the large armchair in the corner of his private study. ‘We pushed you, encouraged you in all the right areas throughout your school life, payed for you to transfer to an expensive, private school, and this is the thanks we get? This is how you reward yourself in your final year of secondary education? By flunking maths and science you’ve left your mother and I with no choice but to hire you a tutor so you can pick up your grades and complete the final exams during summer school,‘ He sighed dramatically, taking off his glasses and looking me directly in the eyes. Good one Dad, nice attempt at intimidating me, but we all know you’re pretty much blind without your glasses, so you can’t even see my properly right now anyway. I could be rolling my eyes at you, and you wouldn’t have a single clue. Besides, why was he suddenly being such a drama queen, I mean, so what if I had just completely flunked in both my maths and science exams? It wasn’t like I was planning on becoming some form of scientist or mathematician. Currently, my life goal consisted of meeting a rich, wealthy, gorgeous heartthrob celebrity; make him fall in love with me, get married, live off his fame and fortune, the end. Leila lives happily ever after.  Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t quite gotten around to meeting someone who checked all those boxes, and even though I insisted one day it would happen, my parents just didn’t seem to believe me. Sure, now that I think about it, I can kind of see where they’re coming from, but they don’t understand the gut feeling I had about this. I knew it was going to happen, and well, when Leila has a gut feeling about something, it’s pretty much guaranteed to happen... in my dreams. A tutor though, is he serious? C’mon Dad, I don’t need threats from you about hiring tutors, making it seem so casual that he’s spending all this money on my education, it’s not that we didn’t have the money, because trust me, we had plenty of it, it’s just that I honestly didn’t need a tutor, or any form of education enhancing. I’m not bad at maths or science; it’s just not something I seem to be able to motivate myself to study for, considering I’m never going to use it again in my life. ‘Really Dad, a tutor? That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?’ I asked finally, meeting his gaze as he finally placed his glasses back on his head. ‘I know it’s tough sweetheart, and I’m sure it will cut into the time you spend at parties socialising, and whatever else you teenagers do these days, but your mother and I have agreed that it has to be done,’ he responded calmly, his tone of voice altering from authoritative to almost sympathetic. I began to cough loudly and my Dad shot me a concerned look. Did he just say parties and socialising? Last time I checked, I spent a majority of my Friday and Saturday night’s stalking celebrities and deciding which ones were marriage material, more often than not with my friends Natalie and Jara. It’s pretty obvious I’m not the social type, but when I’m married to a lovely, and filthy rich celebrity, you are most welcome to stop by and say hi. Of course that will have to be when you’ve finished with your quality high school social lives which I’m sure are much livelier then mine currently are. My coughing fit hadn’t stopped and my Dad grew slightly worried for my health as he rushed over to my place in the armchair and began patting me on the back. My coughing turned to laughing and I finally managed to splutter out a few amused words. ‘You think I have a social life?!’  ‘Well isn’t that what you and your friends get up to on a Saturday night? Socialise?’  Oh Dad, sweet, naive Dad. ‘Not particularly,’ I replied, trying my absolute best to act casual and pray he wouldn’t ask any more questions because, to be honest, who on earth knows what will come out of my big mouth next. A typical awkward silence filled the air and I’m going to take a wild guess and suggest that he was most likely contemplating how on earth he was so lucky to have gained such a social butterfly of a daughter like me. ‘So,’ I began, interrupting his thoughts, however flattering they may have been, and changed the subject, ‘Will you drop me off at Natalie’s on your way to the barbecue at the Cobalt’s this evening?’  I knew I was taking my chances asking him, so I threw in some pouting lips, in a way that I hoped would make me look cute, because c’mon, what kind of Dad can deny a pouting daughter what she wants? I may be 18, but I’ve still got it. ‘Leila, were you not listening to anything I just said?’ he replied in a frustrated, yet semi-amused tone. ‘Well, you said something about a tutor affecting my barely-existent social life, and considering this is the first time we have discussed this whole tutor thing, I’m guessing you are yet to book one, leaving my social calendar well and truly free, ready for the lovely Natalie and Jara to fill the gap,’ I recited matter-of-factly. ‘Leila, before that,’ he sighed, rolling his eyes. ‘Oh, um, well that I can’t exactly remember,’ I mumbled. ‘You’re coming to the Cobalt’s with us,’ my father ever so kindly reminded me, ‘and gathering from your little speech, I know you have no other plans of real importance, so go upstairs to your bedroom and get changed into something presentable for the Country Club, Natalie and Jara will be there as well.’ Oh the Country Club, why didn’t he mention it sooner? This ‘garden party’ is a get together of the posh meetings the suburbs elite attend every few weeks and the constant chat of frivolous social happenings. Wow, that really makes me want to hit this party up even more... not. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I groaned as I dragged my fluffy socked feet along the hard wooden floors as far away from my father’s study as possible. Once I finally dragged myself up the stairs and reached my bedroom I grimaced at the fact my Mum has already chosen the outfit I was to wear for this grand occasion - note the sarcasm.  I hated these fancy garden parties, who even has garden parties in the 21st century anyway? In my own opinion, they’re just a fancy way of saying ‘hey, let’s all just have a barbecue outside and socialise.’ The stupid name wasn’t the only reason I hated these events though, it was basically because they all turn into one constant battle between the adults of whose child was the best, achieving the most and becoming a young adult fit for the Country Club’s expectations. Unfortunately, in my case, I was never the one you’d call the best.  Having just finished my last year of high school, and having flunked both maths and science, the two subjects my parents had pressured me into doing, I was going to find myself repeating them in summer school unless I could convince them that it didn’t really matter. I wanted to move to London and work as a graphics designer, which, last time I checked, didn’t involve the requirement of passing science and maths.  ‘Leila, we’re leaving in ten minutes, hurry up!’ My mother’s posh accent yelled across the upstairs as she stood in the doorway of my parent’s bedroom. ‘Okay, okay,’ I sighed as I quickly took the floral dress and practically threw it over my head, at the same time slipping into a pair of black ballet flats, multi-tasker extraordinaire, I know. The ballet flats had cute little ribbon bows on them. Well, they would’ve been cute, if I was five.  I quickly braided my loose brown curls and applied minimal make up, because honestly, who was I trying to impress? Slipping my bag over my shoulder and quickly grabbing my iPhone, I took off down the stairs in such a manner which may only be described as similar to that of a ninja. ‘I’m ready!’ I announced dramatically, smiling at my mother, father and my sister Laura.  Laura, AKA Angel child and God’s gift to the Earth was already well on her way to becoming a doctor, with her perfect grades and perfect attitude towards life, despite the fact that she was a good two years younger than myself. It was fair to say she was the most mentioned at these Country Club offspring battles. ‘Leila, you’re not taking that bag are you?’ my Mum questioned, looking directly at my black and white knitted cotton bag. ‘Um, yeah?’ I replied incredulously. I took this bag everywhere, and tonight would be no exception, although I will admit it did look quite unfashionable matched with the stupid pink floral dress I had been made to wear. She rolled her eyes at me, before ushering us into the lovely, eco-friendly range rover my father prided himself on purchasing a few months ago. Arriving at the Cobalt’s ten minutes later, my darling sister rushed off to find her, to put it nicely, mentally challenged friend Sophie. I on the other hand, took my time in finding my friends. I had no intentions of par taking in any conversation with anyone who I felt as though may be judging me for my peculiar bag, and instead, planned to find a seat in one of the corners of the Cobalt’s over sized garden and wait patiently for Jara or Natalie to arrive. ‘Leila, you could of at least tried to do something with your hair,’ my Mother moaned as she picked up my braid before dropping it, allowing the end to sting the side of my neck as it fell. ‘Urgh,’ I mumbled in response. ‘Be on your best behaviour,’ she muttered sternly into my ear before leaving my side to socialise with her elite and particularly snobby Country Club wives. Who did she think I was? A five year old who couldn’t control herself around others? Was she trying to hint that I wasn’t mature enough for my age? Because to be honest, I think that’s her fault for dressing me in shoes with bows. I’m 18 Mother; I can pick a perfectly respectable outfit myself! On my way to a lonesome chair in the far right hand corner of the garden, I spotted Jara engaging in conversation with an unfamiliar brunette boy. I made my way over to the pair. ‘Leila!’ Jara exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. ‘This is Louis, you know, from that boy band One Direction?’ ‘Oh, hi,’ I replied, waving awkwardly. At this point, I was already mentally cursing myself for being awkward. I did not just wave at him; I did not just wave at him. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I did. Can someone give me an L A M E, what does that spell? Leila. Well, not really, but you get my point.  I had just embarrassed myself in front of Louis from One Direction. I guess you’d expect me to run off and cry in a corner, or be all over Louis by now, like all the other fan girls are, but I wasn’t a huge fan of One Direction’s style. I didn’t know much about the band, and I hadn’t even recognised Louis until Jara introduced us. Anyway, I wasn’t too worried; it wasn’t as if I hadn’t met celebrities before. The Country Club threw all sorts of social events and there was always bound to be someone famous my parents pushed me to meet.  ‘Hi Leila,’ he chuckled at my awkwardness. Yes, at me. Before I could mentally bash myself anymore, my other best friend Natalie joined us, smothering both Jara and I in a hug. ‘Hi, I’m Natalie Chapman,’ she said professionally, introducing herself to Louis, ‘but everyone calls me Nat.’ She smiled at him kindly and he returned her smile. Good one Nat, make yourself look great so now he definitely knows I’m the charity case of the group. ‘So, what are you doing at such an occasion as this?’ Jara asked. ‘Yeah, I haven’t seen you around before, are your parents new members of the Country Club?’ Nat added. ‘Nah, they’re not, actually, I’m here with my cousin Nick,’ Louis replied casually. ‘Nick who?’ Nat asked, ‘We might know him?’  ‘Nick Ajak.’  ‘Oh,’ Nat replied, as both Jara and I burst into fits of giggles. Natalie had dated Nick Ajak last year as a way of defying her parents. She was a straight A student, but that never seemed to be good enough, and she felt like she needed change. Although she herself didn’t change personality wise, dating Nick was definitely something new to her. Nick was the known bad boy of the town, not typically the boy you’d bring home to your parents to meet. If I’d have told my parents I was dating Nick Ajak, I probably wouldn’t be at this event right now, instead I’d be locked in the cupboard under the stairs for some severe Harry Potter treatment until I promised to break up with him. Alright, maybe not quite like that, but they sure wouldn’t be pleased. In all honestly he was definitely attractive, but he was also a player, although Nat realised this soon enough, and ended their relationship before any real damage was done, Nick wasn’t happy about being the one getting dumped. Nat glared at Jara and I, before composing herself, noticing Louis' curious expression. Deciding to speak up and make a friend I continued the conversation. ‘So Louis, tell us about yourself.'

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