This is our fate

My friend Marie is completely and utterly obsessed with this brit-irish boy band that I think is called One Direction. When she wins tickets and back-stage passes to their concerts in England; She drags me along on one of her many adventures. The only reason I'm going is because their's a Irish boy in the band, and well, I'm Irish. Maybe he speaks Gaelic. When we meet them we could talk about people and they would never know, maybe I would have fun on this little trip.


1. Chapter 1

Yeah, so I previously published this, but my ideas came down so fast, so I'm changing it up a little bit, so it'll be better. So this is all the background information you'll need to know :D 

Name: Dana Williams

Age: 17

Description: I have long brown hair, down to the middle of my back and icy blue eyes. I stand at about 5 foot and I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat.

Personality: I like to run around and be wierd. I'm wild and crazy and very unpredictable.

Home life: My parents were divorced when I was 6. I had to leave Wolverhampton and everything I loved behind. Including my mother and my older brother, Niall. I haven't talked to him, nor seen him since I moved to the States with dad.

(Niall and I have different dads. His dad and our mum split up, then my dad and our mum got together, he's only my half brother, but I consider him my whole brother because of how close we were)


Name: Marie Ryan

Age: 17

Description: I have long blonde hair, and deep brown eyes. I'm about 5 foot 8 and I'm super thin.

Personality: I like to argue with people because I'm always right. I'm shy at first but when you get to know me I'm crazy.

Home life: I have 2 little sisters and they are DIVA'S! My parents are still together and going strong.


Dana's p.o.v

"So, what's this boy-band your obsessed over called again?" I asked Marie.

"ONE DIRECTION!" She shouted. She got up and started dancing and singing a song I think was called Live While We're Young.


Don't get me wrong, I love Marie with all my heart, but she truly lives up to the dumb blonde stereo type.

"We don't speak Yiddish you dumbass, we speak Gaelic." I said rolling off my bed.

"Well, same difference! Please go with me or I'll take...I'll take Yanci!"

"Yanci has crohn's disease." I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh. I'll take Victoria!"

"She hates you." I rolled my eyes. She wasn't going to win this argument.

"I'll take-"

"If I agree to go will you shut up?" My eyes widened.

"YES! SO DOES THAT MEAN YOU'RE COMING TO ENGLAND WITH ME?!?!" She started jumping up and down.

"I guess." I shrugged my shoulders.

"YAYYY!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN OH AND." She started walking towards the door. "WE LEAVE TOMORROW MORNING AT 7 SO I WOULD START PACKING IF I WERE YOU!!" She screamed and closed the door. I heard her run down the stairs and out of the front door.

"That little son of a b-"

"Hey, why was Marie yelling so much?" My dad stepped into my room.

"Ugh, she won One Direction concert tickets and back-stage passes for her and I." I said looking through my closet for my suitcases.

"And you're going?" He asked.

"Yeah, we're going to England tomorrow at 7." I said pulling out all my suicases.

"Well, you be careful. Make sure to call me when you've landed, I need to know my baby girl is safe." He kissed the top of my head.

"Daid, beidh mé breá." (Dad, I'll be fine) I talked to him in Gaelic sometimes. Just to keep it strong.

"Ah! Feicim tú atá ag cleachtadh. Tá tú ag fáil níos fearr." (Ah, I see you've been practicing. You're getting better)

"Thanks." I said speaking English now.

"Faigh pacála. Seachas sin ní fheicfidh tú a chríochnú." (Get packing. Otherwise you'll never get finished)

He closed my door and I opened up my suitcases. I started thinking about all the places these suitcases have been, and all the good times, and memories. The worst memory though, was leaving home. I still remember it like it just happened.

***So this entire scene is in Gaelic, I'm so sorry about all the translations.***

"Mhamaí! Níl mé ag iarraidh dul go dtí Meiriceá! Ba mhaith liom a fanacht leat agus Niall!" (Mum! I don't want to go to America! I want to stay here with you and Niall!) I yelled as my father carried me to the cab that was taking us to the airport.

"Ná bíodh imní ort mil! Beidh muid a fheiceáil eachother go luath!" (Don't worry hunny! We'll see eachother soon!) She yelled from our front door.

"Mhamaí! Ná lig dó í ar shiúl ó dúinn!" (Mum! Don't let him take her away from us!) Niall yelled as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Is breá liom tú Niall!" (I love you Niall!) I yelled as dad shut the door to the cab and got in on the other side. I looked back as we drove away. That's a day I will never forget.

I snapped out of my transe and looked at the clock. It was 9:30. I had to start packing!

I grabbed skinny jeans and shirts and filled up one suitcase. In the next was jackets, vests, scarves and belts. In the one after that was my bra's and underwear and pyjama's. In the next one was shoes. I put my bathroom stuff in my carry-on case and I was ready to go. I glanced at the clock and it was 12. Great, I'm gunna get a whole 7 hours of sleep...If I can sleep. To be honest, I was only going because Marie said there was a Irish guy in the band. Maybe he'd be cute and we'd fall in love. I didn't know the names of any of the boys in the band. I only knew all the American girls over here dropped there panties everytime they heard them sing. I had never really actually listened to them either. I laid down in my bed with all these thoughts tunning through my head. When my eyes closed, they opened I swear it was only 10 minutes later. 

"GET UP! WE GATTA GO TO THE AIRPORT!!" Marie sang while jumping on not only my bed, but me.

"Okay, okay. Just let me dress." I rubbed my eyes.

"Don't even bother getting dressed." She said. I looked at her and she was in her high-school musical pyjama shirt and leggings. I looked down at what I was wearing. I don't remember changing last night, but apparently I did. I was wearing a black addidas sweater and black leggings. I shrugged and threw my hair up into a messy bun. Marie helped me with all my luggage. We loaded it into her car and I went back in the house to say good-bye to my dad.

"Tá mé ag dul a chailleann tú, fear d'aois." (I'm going to miss you, old man) He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"Remember what I said last night, be safe and call me when you land. Here, take this." My father handed me a wod of cash. Holy shit.

"Really?" I looked up at him in amazement.

"You're going to need it. Now go, don't miss your plane." He kissed me on the forehead and Marie and I were out the door. I slid into her car and she drove us to the airport. We got one of the luggage carry thingeys and put all our luggage in it. Some guy took her car and parked it in the car rental place. We walked in and got our tickets checked. We went through security and we were resting in the terminal. We heard a bunch of girls screaming and saw a mob. They ran past us and Marie and I looked at eachother.

"What the hell was that?" I asked Marie.

"They were chasing us." 5 guys came from behind the couch we were seated at.

"Who are you? May I ask." I asked them.

"Well, I'm Logan."

"I'm James."

"I'm Kendall."

I'm Carlos."

"I'm just the manager."

"Oh, yeah, you're that Big Time Rush band." Marie said.

"Yeah, we're on our way to England, we're opening for One Direction." James said, flipping his hair.

"Oh, no way! We're on our way to England for the concert." Marie laughed.

"So, we'll see you guys there? We gatta get on our plane before we get mobbed again." Kendall said.

"Yeah, bye." Marie and I waved.

"The blonde one's eyebrows are so fluffy." I said when they left.

"That's so MEAN!" Marie yelled.

"Flight 227 to England is now boarding." The loud-speaker spoke.

"Well that's us!" Marie screetched.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." I grabbed my carry-on and we went to get on the plane. The woman checked our tickets and we quickly found our seats. The flight attendant started talking, running through what we do if the plane looses oxygen, or what turbulance is. I've flown so much, I could recite it forwards and backwords. Before I knew It I had drifted off to sleep on Marie's shoulder.

"Hey. Bitch. Get up. We're in England." Marie slapped my arm.

"Hoe." I hated when she woke me up harshly. I lifted my head off her shoulder and stood up and stretched. I grabbed my carry-on bag and we got off the plane. We went to baggage claim and waited for our bags to roll around. We quickly found them and loaded them on the bag carrier thing. We wern't just staying for the concert. We were staying for about a month. We rented a red trail-blazer and we went to our hotel. Marie's mum got us a really nice hotel room. It was in a super fancy hotel. We unpacked our suitcases and shoved them on the closet. I'm so happy Marie is a clean-freak like me, other wise, Things wouldn't go very well. You know how people usually get jet-lagged? I never do. 

I'm going to SLEEP!" Marie yelled.

"Alright, I'm going all Dora The Explorer on this hotel." I said before closing the door. I started walking around the hotel. I went up to the top floor and it was dead. So I started singing.

"I am going away for a while, but I'll be back don't try and follow me, cause I'll return as soon as possible. See, I'm trying to find my place, but it might not be here where I feel safe" I turned and saw someone looking at me.

"You're great." A boy with short brown hair said.

"Oh my god, I didn't see you there! I'm sorry."

"No, It's fine. You have a beautiful voice." He smiled at me. "But, how'd you get up here? There's supposed to be security gaurds everywhere." 

"Why?" I asked quizically.

"Because, wait- you don't know who I am?" He said slowly.

"No..." I shook my head.

"I'm Louis. Louis Tomilson, from One Direction."

"Oh. My friend is in love with you."

"Me? Or One Direction?"

"You. She has a life-size cut out of you in her room." I laughed.

"Do I look cute?" He pouted.

"You look adorable." I smiled.

"Would you like to meet the rest of the boys while you're up here?" He held his hand out for me to take.

"Nah, I'm fine. I have to get back to my friend." I smiled and walked away.

"I hope to see you again!" He shouted from behind me. Well, he seemed friendly. I got back to the room and Marie was knocked out like she had just had 67 pints. I laughed and changed into my swim-suit. I picked the room key back up and headed to the pool. No-one was in here, fine by me. The less the marrier. If you haven't cought on by now, I hate people. I jumped into the pool and the water was cold as hell. I started swimming around and getting used to the water when the door oopened. Great, people. I groaned as a tan guy with dark quiff with a blonde streak in it approached me.

"Sorry, but you can't be in here." He looked down at me.

"Ughm, excuse me?"

"You heard me, now beat it." He pointed towards the door.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm Zayn, from One Direction."

"Just because you're from a world known boy-band you know have the right to kick people out of a pool? Well I didn't want to be in here while you and all you faggot friends twink around with eachother. Tosser." I lifted myself out of the pool and grabbed my towel. I hated dumbass celebraties. One reason why I don't fan-girl over the dicks known as One Direction.

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