Stand By Me (One Direction Fanfiction)

Amelia, or Amy as she was known to her friends, was an ordinairy girl living in London. Well, she wasn't the kind of girl to follow the crowd. She doesn't like One Direction, she likes listening to Beethovan. She watches Doctor Who, loves school and is a nerd. Her and her friends are the outcasts at school, but her life turns upside down when she meets One Direction and friendships develop between them.

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4. Chapter Four: Telling Anne

 

 

Hello my fellow earthlings!

I had SERIOUS writers block when writing this and the only way I can carry on writing a story when I have writers block is to charge through it.

Please nejoy and please don't be too harsh!

Many thanks!

Enjoy!

Oh and P.S please read my blog.

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"What do you want to watch next?" I asked Anne, we were having a movie marathon, even though it was just past lunch, and we had just finished watching Titanic.
"I dunno. I'm too depressed to decide. Why did you pick that movie. Its so sad." replied Anne, lying on one of the bean bags I had set out for watching the movies.
"I've never seen it. I thought you were exaggerating when you said it was sad." I answered. Anne was about to reply when my cell phone rang interrupting her. I picked it up. It was from an unknown number.

"Do you want to hang out? Today is the only free day we have for a while."  the text read.
"Who's it from?" asked Anne curiously
"I don't know." I said as typed the reply.
"Who is this?" I texted back.
Five minutes later I got a reply.
"It's Louis!" the reply said.
"So, who is it?" asked Anne from across the room.

I hesitated. I mean, Anne was my best friend, we had been best friends since we reception when she came over from where she had been playing and dumped a bucket of cold water from the water trough on me. In response I threw a handful of powder paint at her. We got in big trouble but were best friends after that. On the other hand she wasn't a massive fan of One Direction, but she always freaked out when it came to celebrities.

"It's Louis." I said,
"Louis? Louis who? I don't know a Louis." she said confused,
"Yes you do. Not personally, of course, but you know him." I replied waiting for her reaction.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"What! Are you telling me you know Louis Tomlinson? The Louis Tomlinson, from The band One Direction?" she exclaimed
"Uh yes. Actually I know all of them." I answered cautiously.
"Oh my Lord!" cried Anne, her Scottish accent becoming more prominent as she became more excited.
"He just asked if I wanted to hang out." I answered. Anne froze.
"Louis wants to hang out with you?" she asked shocked
"Do you want to hang out as well?" I asked
"Oh yes please!" she cried throwing herself at my feet and begging.
"Sure, I think. I'll ask Louis." I replied.
"sure, I can hang out. Can my friend hang out too?" I texted back
"Of course. The more the merrier. We'll have to come over to your house if that is alright." Said the reply.
"He says yes." I told Anne as she keenly waited on my bed for the answer. Anne leapt up and started dancing, it was her happy jig. A cross between highland dancing and a really weird jig while I texted back my home address.

"This is so cool. You know famous people." Anne said as we waited for them to arrive.
"We only met once." I said to her as she bobbed up and down on my bed. She stopped in mid bob, a serious expression replacing her excitement.
"They won't replace me as your best friend, will they?" she asked seriously,
"Of course not!" I exclaimed, then the doorbell rang once.                                                                          "Of course not!" I exclaimed, and then the doorbell rang once. I got up from where I was sitting and walked downstairs to get the door.

 

 

“Hi!” I said when I opened the door to reveal Louis, Harry, Zayn, Liam and Niall waiting outside. Suddenly I heard a shriek come from behind me. I turned around and saw that Anne had come downstairs and started doing her happy jig again.                                                                                  "What is she doing?" I heard Niall asked sounding confused.

“It’s her happy jig. It’s like a mixture of Highland dancing and her version of a jig.” I explained as they watched her dance around the room. There was silence as we watched her skip, jig and dance around the room until she realised we were watching her. She stopped suddenly and went beetroot.                   

“Uh, hello.” She said casually as if nothing had happened, brushing her red hair out of her face as we burst out laughing at her embarrassment, breaking the awkward silence.

 

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