Love

I am a directioner. A simple normal plain directioner. Or was. I was one of the millions of their fans who lived in a very small city which meant no meeting them for me. Or so I thought. I never expected this. Never. For my dreams to come true. To hurt someone I love while they did. Now I scream when am alone because I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this heart I've managed to break. This is my story. The story of how I came much more than a directioner.

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4. Passionate love.

......me?

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I am in a room. I am in this room. I am in the same room. As One Direction. There are about 15 ahead of me. I stand in line eagerly. 12 people away. 8. 5. 3. 1. Paul's voice comes on a megaphone. "Excuse me ladies and genelemen. One of the boys had an emergency and will need to leave. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. There will be no more signing furthermore." His voice drops out. I can't believe this. I won't get to meet them. I slunk to the ground and start to cry. Someone taps me on the shoulder just as am dialing my moms number. I turn around to look at one of the most gorgeous boys I have seen. One of five. "Excuse me miss I just wanted to tell you you are much too beautiful to be crying like that." I look up into Zayn's big brown eyes. "........me?" I ask dumbfounded. "Is there anyone else as beautiful as you?" He laughs and says "let's get out of here."

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I'm sorry it's so short I'll try to make them longer!

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