Awaiting Destiny.

A girl who has been abused at home as well as school all of her life, gets the once in a lifetime chance to meet the fabulous One Direction! She wins a date with a boy of her choice, and we all know that picking between them is SUPER hard, but Niall has a little "surprise" for her. Who will she choose? Read and find out!


2. Pure Luck.

I run down the street, in hopes that he doesn't follow. Of course, I'm going to school. I hate it, so much. But, it is better than home. I get picked on, a lot. But, I do love to learn. I try my best to zone out all of the people making fun of me, and focus on school; because as soon as I graduate, I am getting out of here.

I'm not in that bad of shape, but I do get tired very, very easy. So, I am already tired. I stop, and try to catch my breath. I sit down on a rock close by.

Seeing how dreadfully terrible my life is, of course I have considered suicide. I mean what depressed person hasn't? I'll lay in bed and just imagine what would happen if I just actually fell off the face of the earth. No one would care? I sigh a long, pitiful sigh. But, I know that this is only a phase. I know that whatever is going on right now, will subside and thing will, indeed get better. In the future, I know I will be able to do amazing things, and I will excel in whatever it is that I choose to do. So I know, that suidice is not going to be what I am going to do. It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

I shake myself out of this trance that I am in, to see a little girl about the age of 7 or 8 staring at me blankly. I look back at her, with a hint of embarrassment on my face. "I love your shirt!" She says with a smile. I look down to notice that I had put on a One Direction shirt. I genuinely smile and say "Thank you, sweetie."

As I open the doors of the school, the air is freezing cold. They keep the temperature inside the entire school down so low, that it feels like you are in a meat locker. I guess they can't afford to have the heat up to a temperature that is actually habital by humans. As I pass everyone in the halls, I get snarls, dirty looks, and most popular, the finger pointing. I just smile and brush it off, even though it hurts me, so much. But, today.. Today, the mocking is different. They look surprised somehow. As if I won something. As I walk past girls I hear "I can't believe she actually got it." , "She doesn't deserve it." , "I should just go up to her and steal it right from her." Puzzled, I just continue walking.

What in the world are they talking about. I mean, I talk to absolutely no one. What could they mean by all of this? The bell rings when I am absolutely no where near my classroom, just my luck. I must have took too long when I sat down to think. I start walking at a faster pace. Everyone is going to their classes, and I am left alone in the hallway. My first period has to be on the other end of the school.

When I walked in the classroom, everyone emediately looked at me. I recieved raised eyebrows, pathetic laughs, and people shaking their heads. I imagined them all falling off of a bridge. "Miss Rose, would you like to take a seat?" Mrs. Johnson said expectantly. I didn't notice until now, but I had a slight smirk on my face from the thought of the entire class falling off of a bridge. I shake it off and take my seat.

"Soooo, how the Hell did you do it? Threathen their lives, give them money? What?" The girl beside of me asks. I don't talk to anyone, so I don't know her name. "Uhm.. What are you talking about?" I say, really confused. She looks at me with disgust. "Duh, you retard. Win the One Direction contest." My heart stopped, and I froze. Is she serious? Is this what they are all talking about? Oh My gosh. I let out a gasp of excitement. "Are you serious?" I ask. She shakes her head. "See you didn't even know about the f*cking thing, you don't deserve it." Her words are nothing to me at the moment because, I just won the contest that will change my life. I get to meet One Direction. No one, not a single soul can ruin this for me.

The rest of the day passes by so slowly. Surprisingly, I just want to get home. I knew that the envelope came in. I knew it. My dad, or course, pays attention to absolutely nothing. All he cares about is drinking, and bringing in random women and screwing them in his bedroom. He has done that his whole life. Which, has scarred me. Like I actually want to her the sex noises that come from that room. But, not even he can ruin this for me.

The bell rings to go home. I jump up as fast as I can and run out of the room, the teacher yells for me to come back, probably wanting me to apologize for running out of the room like that, but I don't care. Nothing matters besides that envelope. I push and shove people, not caring about the remarks that I get. I push the door open, and bolt outside. My house is like 7 blocks from the school. I can't bare to ride the bus, and I certainly don't want my dad driving me. My heart is beating a mile a minute. It hurts, but I'm not about to stop.

My house is coming up into view, the stupid old shack is ugly, I hate it. But, hey it's somwhere to live. As I get closer, I get even faster. I am so close when, I feel my ankle go completely side ways. I fall to the ground, screaming in horror. I was running at full speed, so you can imagine the pain. I hit my head on the ground as I fall. For a minute, I sit there, soaking up the pain. Then I remember why I was running in the first place. I quickly look at my ankle. I scream. Blood is pouring. I am 100% positive that it is broken. I have had sprains before, and this is no sprain. I have cuts all over my legs and arms, and surely I will have bruises very soon. And of course I will have a knot on my head. Well, isn't this great, right when I get to meet my idols. I will look like complete sh*t. I get up, and shake it off.

It didn't happen. You didn't fall. What broken ankle? I try to pshyc myself out. And through all of the pain, I continue running until I reach my house. It's a really good thing that I fell so close to my house, or I wouldn't have made it.

My dad is passed out in his bedroom, with the door locked, thank the Lord. I limp to the kitchen table and go through every single paper there. Nothing. I get worried. I quickly shuffle to the mailbox, which has tons of mail in it. "Stupid bastard. Never checks the f*cking mail." I say out loud, shaking my head. I look through them, looking for anything with my name on it. And there it is. "Annabelle Rose" My heart rate picks up, and I throw all of the mail back inside the cluttered box. Not caring if any falls out.

The pain has completely subsided my mind at this point. I run up to my room, throw everything down, lock the door, and open the envelope. I take a deep breath and I read aloud. "Dear Annabelle Rose, thank you so much for your entry! It was simply amazing. Your life story intrigued the boys the most! They said that your story was touching, and they would love to make your life a bit better, at any cost. You get to be flown out to meet them! And have a date with the member of your choice! We know the choice will be hard.. They are all adorable. But, we wish you good luck! Your plane ticket is here in the envelope. And we hope you have the most amazing time! Have fun with the boys." And at the end it had "P.S. Niall saw your picture and said you were gorgeous and he can't wait to meet you! He also said he has a little.. surprise for you. Hmm, what would that be? He said choose him, and you'll find out. ;) And he made sure that we added the little wink. Like we said, good luck!"

My entire body freezes. I can't move. All the emotions you can ever imagine, goes through me at one time. I scream. This time, not out of hatred, frustration, or even sadness. But, happiness. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I dance around the room for a minute or two. Simply enjoying this moment. Then I remember; the ticket. I didn't see it in the envelope.

Panic runs through me, I run over to my bed, stubbing my toe on the foot of my bed, reminding me about the incredible ammount of pain I am now in, not from stubbing my toe, but all of the cuts, and especially my ankle. I grab the envelope, turn it upside down, and shake the Hell out of it. The ticket goes flying out of it and onto the floor. I let out a sigh of relief.

I grab the ticket, lay it on my bed stand, and sit down on my bed. I gringe at the thought of all of the damage I have done to myself. I change into a comfy pair of shorts, and a short sleeve shirt. I go to the mirror, limping, and fully examine myself. I gasp. I look awful. I wasn't aware of exactly how much blood was lost, but I now know that it was a pretty good ammount. My ankle is crooked, and it hurts to the touch. My cuts sting like a million siny bee stings, and blood has run down my face from the gash on my forehead.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself up, which takes a while. I put medicine on everything and wrap my foot up. Thankfully, when my dad got in a wreck about 2 years ago, they gave him an ankle braceand some crutches. This helps me a lot.

I go back to my bedroom. It's about 6:00 now. I lay down and let it all sink in. "I am actually going to meet One Direction." I repeat aloud like fifteen times. But, what did Niall mean by 'surprise'? I know he loves food, so could it be food? No he would eat it by the time I get there. I laugh. Niall is actually my favorite out of the boys. Don't get me wrong, I love them all. They are all perfect. But, there is just something about Niall James Horan that makes me absolutely love him.

And he wants to give me a surprise. I am the have to be the happiest girl alive.

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