I'll Be Your Romeo

Samantha Levine hates One Direction. Well, not hate, she doesn't know much about them. It's more of a strong dislike.I mean, who can obsess over man-whorish, carrot-loving, boring, vain, hungry, boys? Plus, the one song she's heard of them is kind of annoying and whiny. But when the boys come knocking on Sam's door, what will happen? Read to see if Sam can change her feelings for these 'special' boys.

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2. Chapter 1

"Sammie! Oh, Sammie! Wait up!" Connor shouts, chasing after me. I don't stop, when suddenly I trip over a tree root, falling on my bum in the dirt. I scramble to get up, but the boys reach me before I can. "Hey babe." Luke smirks, slapping my face. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes. "What did I ever do to you?!" I shout. "Well, I guess we just hate fat sluts." Ethan says. Hot tears sting my face. Connor punches my cheek. "Stop crying!" He shouts. "Wait- what's that?" I say, pointing the other direction. "What?" Luke asks. What a sucker. I scramble up with my bag, running to my house.

"See you soon, bitch!" Connor yells. I hate their guts. I finally reach the safety of my home. Luckily, my mum and dad are gone on business trips for two weeks, and they won't see me. I turn my radio up, and crash on my bed, exploding into sobs. I wept for a long time, until I had no more tears, though they stained my face with mascara.

"UGH!" I shout as a stupid One Direction song comes on. I change the station, and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my head resting on Sonny's giant body. He whimpered, and I stroked his fur. Stupid Connor. Stupid Luke. Stupid Ethan. Stupid school. Stupid- my thoughts were suddenly intureppted my the *DING-DONG* of my doorbell, somwhere around after dark. I groaned and got up, leaving a lazy Saint Bernard lying on my bed. So much for a guard dog.  I thought.

I remember when I got him. I was nine, and my parent's figured he would guard me while they were away. You can see how that turned out. But he is a great pillow.

I opened the door to see 5 older boys looking down at my short self. "Umh, hi, are your parents here- are you alright babe?" The black haired one asks.

I roll my eyes and sigh, "Umh, I'm fine." I say, wiping away my tears. "And, no, my parents aren't home. I live by myself mostly. I'm fifteen, not ten; don't be confused by my height." "Oh.. Sorry." He blushes.

"So can I help you?" I ask, leaning on the doorframe. Hmh. These boys look familar. Where have I seen them before?

"Know where a gas station is?" Curly hair asks. I slam the door; I hate rude people. I hear another knock. "What?" I ask, slightly annoyed. "What Harry here meant to say was, do you know where we can get some petroleum, or where a nearby hotel is? We were meaning to go to Niall's place-" A boy with a nearly shaved head says, pointing to a blonde boy."-and we got lost. So would you happen to know any places?" He asks polietly.

"Actually, no." The boys shake their heads, and begin to leave, but I stop them. "Wait- The closest motel and petroluem stations are miles away. But... you can stay here if you'd like. We have two empty guest rooms."

"Really? That'd be great. What do you think Liam?" Blondie asks shaved head. "Yeah, but only if it's alright with.... I didn't quite catch your name love."

"Oh, well, er, I'm Samantha, but you can just call me Sam or Sammie."

"Alright. Are you sure though? Lou here is a bit rambunctious." He chuckles. "Hey!" A boy with straight brown hair shouts, before blondie elbows him in the stomach.

"Of course! It's pretty lonely here anyways. Come in!" I say.

They introduce themselves as they walk in, one by one.

"Hey, I'm Zayn." The boy with the black hair says, shaking my hand. "Sam."

"I'm Harry." Curls winks at me. "Samantha." I say. No flirting.

"Hi! I'm Louis 'The Tommo' Tomlinson!" They guy with the straight hair says. I could tell I liked him already. I love upbeat people. "Sammie's the name." I say. I reach out for his hand, but he shakes his head. "That ain't how we do things 'round here." Louis says, in a ghetto accent. I was a bit confused, until he pulls me into a huge bear hug. I smile as he walks in.

"I'm Liam. Nice to meet you Sam." He says, pulling me into a hug. He whispers in my ear, "The boys are a bit hyper-active. Sorry for any future damage they might cause." Liam chuckles.

I grin as Blondiee walks up to me awkwardly, his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. "I'm Niall. But you can also call me Ni or Nialler." "Well I'm Samantha, and you can call me Sam, or Sammie." He reaches for my hand, put I shake my head. "That ain't how we do things 'round here." I say, imitating Louis.

He chuckles and shakes his head as I pull him into a hug. His hug was amazing. I hugged Niall for longer than the other boys. I don't know why. Maybe it was 'cos he was cute or something. But where have I seen these boys before?

I walk in with Niall and Harry groans, "Hey, I didn't get a hug!"

"I didn't either!" Zayn pouts.

I sigh, and hug Harry and Zayn. Silly boys.

Wait. I know who these boys are. Oh fuck.

"You guys wouldn't happen to be in a band, would you?" I ask nervously.

"Please don't scream!" Niall shouts.

"We're in One Direction."

 

Sugar.

Honey.

Ice.

Tea.

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