It was Just a Normal Day

In this story, a girl Amelia goes through the amazing experience of meeting One Direction, until some celebrity crushes get in the way... I hope that you guys like it, it's my first fanfic! My best friend and I wrote it!


7. In the Cheeseake Factory

. He came up to me and I said, “What are you doing here, I thought I was supposed to meet Harry?” He came up to me and apologized that he had to use Harry’s phone because Harry wouldn’t give him my number.

I became even more confused when another familiar voice came up from behind, “You bastard! I saw what you did on my phone!” The voice was Harry’s.

He swaggered up to Louis (Most likely trying to impress me) and shoved his phone in Louis’s face. “Why would you send Amelia a text like that? You knew that I liked her!” Then Louis proceeded to scream in Harry’s face, “Well maybe I like her too!”

I couldn’t believe it. Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson liked me. Is this a dream or real? Then I decided that the thought that I just made before, was false. It’s not a dream, it’s a nightmare. That’s when Louis threw the first punch.

It hit Harry straight in the eye, giving him a black eye. Harry hit back, proceeding to hit Louis right in the neighborhood. “How do you like that?” Harry spit in Louis’s face, “Doesn’t feel too good does it?” When I was just sitting on the sidewalk thinking about what to do, whether to go home or break it up, when Niall strolled down the street, stopping to see me in the middle of this conflict.

Niall snuck right through the small space near me and pulled up right by my side. “Hey,” he whispered into my ear, “how about you and I take those reservations, the lady is calling for you.” I didn’t know what so say at this thought, but agreed.

When Niall and I walked inside, the hostess looked at us and sighed. “Ah, young love.” Niall’s face turned redder than a tomato, but I stayed totally cool.

“It’s not a date,” I explained, “we’re just going to get some cheesecake as friends.” Niall looked somewhat upset at this thought, but he carried on as if nothing was happening. “I believe that we are under the reservation name of Amelia,” I began. The hostess scanned her computer and looked very bright.

“Yes,” she responded, “We have you right here and on time too, we were just about to give your table to another couple.” I looked at the hostess another time, even more annoyed than before.

“It’s not a date!” I yelled into her face.

“Believe me sweetie; it’ll be a date before you would realize it.”


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