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Emily, the 17 year old directioner, from London. Who like most of the population of teenagers all over the world dreams of marrying him, her dreams get lost, is it really close to happening? No. This mystery man would give her feelings that no one else could give her, love, lost, and hatred. Would never seeing him, or thinking about him again going to help. surely not. Well, you could say that this story, these events would leave you wanting, wondering, maybe even crying.

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1. Is this really happening?

"EMILY BROOKES!" I heard, the head master was yelling at me once again, I heard the other kids laugh at me, call me names. What happened? Did I do something wrong? NO! Because I was the sensible one, the one that knew school is for learning and getting your head down. Well, could it be because I threw Jake's water bottle into the air? That would just be cruel to get me into trouble because of that! Am I really in trouble, though? SURELY NOT! Maybe I'm been praised for doing well on my Chemistry test. Or my English work. Well, I thought and though, but I decided to start walking to the front of the class, where Mr.Army was stood. He stood there looking at me, not a plain look that teachers give you, it was like he was laughing. What was going on? I decided to speak "Yes, Mr. Army?" I knew my voice was weak and shaky, but I spoke. "Emily..Your needed at the reception" He replied to me. As much as I hated the teacher that taught Maths, I was glad he only wanted me at reception. 

I walked to the hall, and through it to make my way to reception. I saw the desk. There was my auntie Lynda, that did faxes there. I waved, to see my father. What is he doing here? I wondered. "Emily, get in the car I need to talk to Lyn's..GO ON..GET IN!" He said, giving me the keys to his black land rover. I shook, my legs were like jelly, Ken Brookes, known for his good moods and how generous he was, was yelling at me. I made my way to the car to find 5 odd figures sat in the middle, and the two back seats. I wondered if I should make my way back, but from a distance I could see my father  yelling still at my Auntie and her co-workers. I decided to Unlock the doors. I clicked the button on the key and it made a gun shot sound. Now that I did this, the figures became men, 5 grown men. I looked at one with black hair, then one with blond hair, then the one with curly hair. OK  I should breath now. It was One Direction, In my car. Emily Brookes, the biggest directioner of St.Bernard College was stood in front of One freaking Direction. I was too scared to open the door. To even smile. I stood there, frozen until my dad came back.

It was getting dark. I looked on my iPod to see the time. 16:47. It was dinner time. Thinking about dinner made me feel hungry. My stomach growled at me. I looked up after patting my belly to realize that I still had my dinner in my bag. The one Chloe made me leave so she could go into the library. I opened the sandwich, but it stunk, so I decided to just eat my Cheese and Onion crisp. I sat down, so the boys couldn't see me eat. Even though they were my life savers I wanted to keep out of the way until my father came back.  My stomach growled once again. I looked up, to see my father coming towards the car, smiling. He looked happier, maybe he wasn't in a mood at all, maybe he just shouted. 

I knew my fathers job, he was a vocalist and song writer, he taught people like Pixie Lott, McFly, he even wrote a song chorus for Lana Del Ray..But working with One Direction had to be a step up for him. He saw me and approached "Emily why aren't you in the car, Its freezing!" He said rubbing his hands together. I pointed. "Who are those? One Direction. I mean Why are they here? In our car?" I said in a blank tone of voice. He chuckled. I looked up to see that he opened the doors. UGH. The boys were getting out. I felt a shake in my stomach.I saw Zayn, he made great eye contact with me then smiled. Is this really happening? I though. Then I saw my savoir. The boy that makes me feel weak every time he tweets or every time I see photos of him. They stood and smiled. "Right then lads Kirsty will be home in half an hour, we best get going and then we'd practice with the vocals, and the bed time routine will be difficult for these three weeks but we do have a big house! You tell 'em Emily!" My father said. Did I hear that right. They'd be spending three weeks with us? THREE? Wow that's something to tell Chloe! I made my way to the front of the car. I looked over to see these boys still smiling, but Harry caught my eye. He was looking out of the window, but then followed the boys and made eye contact with me. As soon as he smiled I looked away, I couldn't go red in front of these boys! We started to move.  

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