One Direction Imagines!

This story isn't exactly going to be a story. This book is a complete set of imagines! If you want an imagine written about you, just write in the comments your whole name, your eye color, your hair color, and which boy you would like to be with for the imagine! You can also add any additional information, such as if there's a specific place you want it to take place, if you want two of the boys fighting over you, if you don't want the boys to be famous in the imagine, etc.
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22. IDirection and All the boys!


                Chelsea was running through the woods, as lost as she could be. She and her friends had been in the woods, running and having an amazing time, when things had gone really wrong. A gunshot was heard, and one of her friends suddenly dropped dead. Then more gunshots were fired right at them, and the girls started to run, but Chelsea didn’t know who was left. She was almost positive that she was the only one left alive. She continued to run, when she was pushed on to the ground.

                A man was on top of her, holding a knife down on her throat, already slicing a little bit. Blood was pour out of her neck, and she was crying, words not able to escape from her throat. “What do you want from me?” she begged him.

                He was obviously drunk, and he had somehow found a gun, and was now threatening her with that. He had killed all of her friends, and now he was going to kill her too. “Goodbye, beautiful,” he whispered through his drunken state as he giggled. More blood was escaping, when suddenly the man was knocked completely off of her body.

                Another boy had tackled him, and now they were punching each other laying on the ground of the forest. The other boy was on top, and Chelsea tried to get up but couldn’t manage to move, her body had gone limp, and she was losing too much blood. She just watched, until a pair of blue eyes in front of hers was the last thing she spotted.

                The next day, Chelsea opened her eyes, and she was on a moving vehicle, but in a bunk bed. She sat up; a lot of pain in her neck and lower back. She looked around and saw three sets of bunk beds, and decided to get up and investigate. When she rose, she saw herself wearing an oversized T shirt and a pair of shorts. “Where am I?” she asked as she rubbed the back of her head and rubbed her eyes.

                Suddenly five boys walked into the room as she was about to walk out. “Who are you?” asked Chelsea, only remembering being attacked last night, and nothing else. The boys each helped settle her down and they sat her down and explained to her what happened last night.

                “So you still didn’t answer me, who are you?” asked Chelsea.  The boys each stood up.

                “I’m Harry,”

                “I’m Liam,”

                “I’m Louis,”

                “I’m Niall,”

                “And I’m Zayn. We’re brothers and we’ve been going on a road trip together around the world. And in case you can’t tell, we’re all adopted. That’s why we don’t look much alike.” Chelsea looked down and just started crying.

                “Oh my god, what’s wrong?” asked Niall as he sat down on the bunk bed and put his arm around her, Harry doing the same thing on the other side of her.

                “I’m just remembering last night. That man killed all of my best friends, who were like my sister. I miss them already and I’ll never get justice for that man killing them,” she sobbed into Niall’s shoulder, as Harry grabbed her hand. “I loved them and now they’re just gone, it’s not fair!”

                “We arrested him; he’s in jail for life. Our dad is a lawyer so we got him in jail without even a trial,” Liam told her as he got down on his knees and hugged her around the small of her back. She just kept crying into Niall.

                Zayn got down on his knees right next to Liam, and tried to make her smile. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her eyes up to his. “Your eyes look so much bluer when you cry, it’s a beautiful sight. I wish you could see the pure beauty I see right now,”

                Chelsea blushed and looked up. “Whose shirt am I wearing?” Louis raised his arm in the air. He smiled cheekily and kissed her hand.

                “Don’t worry, it was our mom that changed you, not us,” Liam joked. The boys took turns trying to make her laugh. Between kissing her on the cheeks, and making fun of each other, although soon things started to get bad.

                Liam started hitting Zayn every time he gave a compliment, until they were getting into a full on fist fight. “Woah, woah, woah!” Chelsea protested as she stood up and broke them up. “What is going on here that I missed so suddenly?”

                Zayn glared at Liam. “Every time I compliment you, he hits me because he’s jealous that you’d rather go out with me then him!”

                Harry then joined in, “No, she’s going out with me!” Suddenly all five boys were beating each other up, fighting over her. She knew she couldn’t break them up, so she didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Niall stopped fighting and walked over to Chelsea, sitting next to her as they felt the bus stop moving.

                “Hey, we’re at a dinner stop! So, if I ask you to be my date tonight, will you say yes?” Chelsea nodded at his cute Irish accent, and then he grabbed her hand, and they walked out, watching the other boys fighting over her, unaware she left. 


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