Janela character: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=dakota+fanning+face+claim&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=74FCD4F9CC03C69F1644714A82C6660EAA7D3008&selectedIndex=6
Janela's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/janelas_outfit/set?id=67708119
I've never really liked One Direction. I basically know nothing about them. All I know is that the curly haired boy is Harry, the blonde, Irish boy is Niall, the oldest is Louis, the one that fears spoons is Liam, and the one that says, "VAS HAPPENING" is Zayn. The only song I know is, 'Live While We're Young'. I'm not such a big fan but they are a bit cute. I'm just not that obsessed with them. I'm not like those girls who say, "OMG, IT'S HARRY STYLES!" Nope, not like that. I'm like, "Oh, so you're Harry Styles. Okay, thanks. Bye."
My cousin will be their manager for the year and the boys will be staying at my house while he is in Florida. Great, another happy day for Janela. Suddenly, the door bell rang. I looked out of my bedroom window, to find standing outside in the cold rain an Irish and four British boys. I walked down stairs with a moderate pace, directly to the door. I didn't care if I looked ugly; they're just boys. I was wearing a t-shirt, sweats, and my hair in a messy bun --who cares. I opened the door and the boys all smiled.
"Yeah, I know, One Direction." I said as I cut all of them off, with a slight roll of the eyes.
"You didn't let us finish --no fair. Anyways, hello, love." Louis said.
"Haha. I'm sorry. And please, guys, don't ever call me 'love'." I responded, stepping to the side a bit.
"May we come in?" Liam asked.
"Yes, you may." I replied as I smiled.
We all walk in and sat in the living room, looking at each other. I walked down the hallway to get towels for the boys. It was raining outside and they were practically drenched. When I came back, the curly haired one, Harry, was shirtless. I stopped and stared at the brunette, the towels making a soft 'thump' sound, as it fell to the ground.
"Oh! Let me help you with that, Love." Harry said as he walks over to get the towels from the tip of my shoes. His fingers lightly grazing my converse.
"Okay, thanks. And for the second time, please stop calling me love." I spoke with a slight cold tone.
A soft rumble of chuckles ran through the five of them; exchanging glances with each other. He hands out all of the towels and they dry themselves off.
"What's your name, so we can call you by it from now on." Harry asked as he sat down next to me, careful to not make me shift so much.
"Janela. You're Harry, you're Liam, you're Zayn, you're Louis, and you're Niall. Also, I'm not really a big fan of you guys--sorry." I responded, pointing with my index finger as they name each of the boys.
"Aw..." Niall whined with a playful pout and slump of his shoulders.
The boys laughed and smiled at the blonde's reaction to my commentary.
"Niall, I'm sorry. Shall we watch a movie?" I offered to relieve some tension in the air, and laughed a bit.
"TOY STORY!" Liam shouted in excitement. His eyes lit up as he offered the movie so excitingly.
"Okay then." I said, with a nod.
We walked into my room and I put on the movie, skipping most of the previews and hitting play. Harry took his place on my bed, so did I, but I made sure I wasn't really touching, or disturbing, him. The rest of the boys laid on the floor watching.