Anything Could Happen

"Let's just participate in this contest. Looks harmless. Besides, the number of directioners are gonna lower our chances of winning,"

I never really liked One Direction. They were just another boy band that every girl would consider 'hot', 'cute', 'sexy'. One Direction would rinse out every penny that these poor, innocent girls have. And they would just break up.

I promise to never ever just 'fall in love' with people like that.

So why am I in front of One Direction right now, greeting them? This is all Lizzie's fault.


1. Chapter 1.

I don't think I'm you're average pretty princess.That girl who puts on short skirts and a revealing top. Heavy make-up that I don't even think makes her look like a human being anymore.

I'm Daisy. I must admit my name and style of clothing is a little 'girlish', but I promise you,don't judge a book by its cover. You want a food-eating contest? Sure. You want to play soccer with me? I'm fine with that. Just don't treat me like a baby girl most of the time and I'll be good. 

I don't like Justin Bieber, The Wanted oh... and I certainly don't like One Direction.







Do you know the feeling, where one moment you're just a normal girl going to school, and before you know it, you're dating a member of the hottest boy band in the world, One Direction?


Well, don't be upset. You're not the one to experience it. I am now currently the girlfriend of Niall James Horan. It was a long and a bumpy ride, full of emotions and decisions to be made. But here I am.

This is my story...






Lizzie, Luke, Gerald and I were hanging out at The Ahava, West Valley Town's most popular mall for teenagers to hang out. We were in 'I Heart Frozen Yogurt'. But here's the thing: I don't really know these people. My English teacher, Miss Ranliff, gave the entire class an assignment to know each other better, with four people each group, two boys, two girls. It was due two weeks later.

"I know that you don't want to do this, but trust me, you'll thank me later," Miss Ranliff said.

"So," Luke played with his pen, "How does this go again?"

"Write some a description of the people in our group," Lizzie was bored to the skin.

"Okay," Luke rubbed his eyes wearily, "Lizzie is annoying. Gerald is talkative, Daisy is disgusting, G-"

"WHAT?!" I protested. And everyone turned to stare at us. "I mean, WHY?" I repeated myself.

"You just look like it," he replies. Clearly, Luke was making unnecessary fight-to-be's and trouble. I shake my head and put on some music in my iPod. Gotta clear my mind first! But of course I can't always get what I want.

"Psst!" Lizzie hissed, poking me persistently.

"Yeah? I asked, with a bored expression on my face.

"I kinda have to go pee, and I don't know where the bathroom is!" Lizzie was a little panicked, as if she never had courage in her whole life before!

"Just turn left and then you could see the 'restrooms' sign on the ceiling," I showed her the direction but she protested, 

"PLEASE just show me the way!"

"Okay, okay," I stuck my tongue out a little, packing my things. Who knows if the boys would peep at my things? I shudder at the thought of it.

We walked past some shops, such as -ugh- One Direction World. I've passed it many times and I could see that place swarmed with delighted directioners all the time.

I kinda pity them, to be truthful. Their lives, their future (Well, for most of them) all destroyed just so they could 'worship' or 'dedicate their lives to them. The worst part is, actually, One Direction never cares of their existence. They would just come to a place, hold a concert, say 'I love you's and then leave with their money, going off to another city.

I could see a huge banner outside the shop saying,







Woah.. Doesn't that look scripted? I don't even think they wrote it themselves! How do directioners believe that?

"Ugh. I hate One Direction," Lizzie commented and a smiled formed on my face. What did she say? Did I actually hear that correctly?

"You WHAT?" I exclaimed, feeling joyful.

"No offense, Daisy, but I just honestly they are just a bunch of-" Lizzie reassured me but I interrupted her,

"I hate them too! No sweat, Lizzie!" I pretend-wiped my foreheead.

"Really?" Lizzie was shocked,. "Cause by the way you dress, I could be a stranger and pass by you thinking 'This girl could be a directioner'!"


"Hey! I have an idea!" 

"But what about your need to go to the toilet?"

"I just wanted to get away from Luke. Anyway! Let's just pretend we're directioners, and go participate in that contest thingy!"

"Um.. I don't think that's a very good idea. I mean, what if we win that thing??"

"Aren't you forgetting something? The whole world is participating! Our chances of winning are so low!"

I nodded, a bit interested. Wouldn't it be fun to lower all of the directioners' chances of winning just because we joined it? Yeah, I know! It's so fun!

I went to that website shown on the banner. We analysed the details, seeing if there were any parent-calling and apparently, yes.

"What shall we do now?" I asked, "There's no way they could accept me into that if their gonna call my parents!"

"Daisy, you have to chill! We are not gonna win this! Understood?"


 We typed in all of our information, contact of parents and clicked 'I have read the Terms and Conditions' before clicking 'Sumit/Participate' button as Lizzie quietly looked at each piece of information, as if she were digesting it. Perfect.

'Would you like to submit another one?' it read after that.

"No," I rolled my eyes, and switched off my phone.

"That was entertaining!" Lizzie said, elated, "Could we please hang out again? Besides, you hate One Direction too!"

"Sure! You seem like fun, anyway!"

"C'mon, let's go back to the boys,"

And we did. They were furious because we took so long. Pfft... Girls take their time in the toilet!





The following week, I was doing Miss Ranliff's English Assignment. Just then, my phone rang. I jumped up and did a little whimper as my mum came down and answered it. For the past few days, I've been jumping at every phone call that was for my parents.

What if I actually won the contest?

I ache to know.

Just then, my phone buzzed, indicating that a text message was received.


From: Liz

2day is the results of d 1d contest!gd luck!!


To: Liz

I am kind of worried.


From: Liz



To: Liz

ok,ttyl (:


From: Liz



I looked up to see my mum leaning on my door frame, holding the phone with a displeased face.  Uh oh.





"You didn't tell me that you joined some idiotic contest, and now you're going across the world?!" my mum scolded me. And by scold, I mean ear-deafening, face slapping, butt caning kind of scolding.

"It was just a joke!" I cried, begging for forgiveness.

"How is it a joke if you sent five thousand entries?!"

"What? I only s-sent o-one entr-y," I was trembling.

'Don't lie!"

"I-I'm n-n-not ly-lying!"

"Go to your room! I am so disappointed in you!!"

I dragged my feet upstairs and started crying. How did this even happen? Didn't I only send one entry? Then I remembered: Lizzie peeking at my information. She mus have sent more entries later that day. But how did that get to five thousand? Isn't that just a bid weird? Unless she got help....

But I can't fix it now, the damage has been done. 







A/N: Hi! This is my fanfiction from Wattpad, and I just wanted to share it with you here. And this is my altered plot. Also I just join Movellas yesterday. It's really different from Wattpad, so sorry if I mix things up. Hope things would work out here.











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