Is this Love?

This is my first Movella about One Direction :) It's about a girl called Charlotte who sees the boys crossing the road but they don't realize a truck is coming straight for them. It doesn't take a second for her to start running across the road and diving infront of the truck to save them.. read on to find out what happens ;) (BTW.. In this story, none of the guys have girlfriends) ;) xx JUST LIKE TO ADD THAT ON THE 23RD OF MARCH, I SAW ONE DIRECTION IN BIRMINGHAM! BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! <3


1. Pain.

Looking out of my bedroom window I thought today was going to be.. well.. normal. I couldn't have been more wrong. Something felt different, I just couldn't decide what. I guess now I know exactly what that was.

It all started this morning, I got up, had breakfast and got changed. I wasn't out to impress anyone, so I chucked a white tank top, hoodie and sweats on. After brushing my teeth and quickly putting my hair up into a bun, I did what I did every Saturday morning which was going for a jog around the block. I suppose you could say that I was mad, jogging in the freezing cold but it's the only way I can think positively about the day. My parents had split up when I was about 11, 4 or so years ago, my Mum ended up going off the rails and is in a mental institution and my Dad, the less you know about him the better. He's a runaway from jail, convicted of burglary about 7 times, I lose track. As you probably realized, I'm a child in care. At the moment, I've been in a couple of foster placements, none working out. I just don't fit in. The last home I was in, I got called abnormal, that I was going to end up like my Mum. I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave until Tony and Lucy came to get me. I screamed at them that it was bang out of order for them to say that. Tears streaming down my face, I left everything I owned there, I never wanted to go back.

So there I was, heading around the corner of my road, glancing at the church's tower, I see that it's 9 o'clock, I'm already half an hour behind schedule, headphones in, music blaring, jogging to the beat when I spot a group of 5 teenagers coming towards me, they're all talking, chatting and I instantly recognize them. One Direction. Momentarily distracted by them, I suddenly notice something else. A huge Apple delivery truck coming straight for them. I see all five of them stepping in unison off of the pavement straight in the path of the truck. "Stop!" I shout, they can't hear me, the noises of engines, overbearing the sound of my voice. Crap. Either I watch as one of the most famous and loved boy bands get squished and or I save them. Leaving no time for me to think about what I am doing, I am running, full pelt towards them, at the last second they notice that something isn't right. I sprint, flinging my arms out in front of me, the force hitting them all backwards safely onto the pavement and I'm left in the path of the truck.

There's no time for 'Thank yous', no time for smiles or anything, the driver, obviously too tired to notice a girl in their path, is oblivious to the fact that he's about to kill someone. I have time for one quick glance in their direction and that's it. I am hit, fully blown in the chest, my phone and iPod destroyed into tiny pieces. I am flying, then falling but it doesn't end there. The impact from the accident knocks me into an electricity pylon, this then swings into the truck and finally the truck comes to a stop. I can hear voices, but they don't make sense. I can feel people checking my pulse, but I can't grab their hand and tell them I'm okay. All of a sudden, pain. It was as if someone had punched me in the face, arms, legs. Like I had been dragged through a war zone, my body landing on mines and exploding into millions of pieces. Pain like no other thing I had ever experienced. Then, blackout. 

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