I Love You - A One Direction Fan Fiction!

Vanessa Williams hates One Direction. Anything to do with them, and she'll scream. And NOT because they're 'great'.

One day, Vanessa heads down into London with her best mate Laura, and they take a walk around. It's no surprise when One Direction wiggle their way into Vanessa's life, and to be honest, it's not how she expected...

Maybe they'll just fall in love.
But is it possible to fall OUT of Love?


1. London.

Vanessa's P.O.V


"Bitch, turn that music off!"

My hand flew out and grabbed Laura's phone. I knew she wouldn't stop me because it had happened once before ; I'd accidently knocked her phone flying into her fish tank, and electrocuted her poor fish. (RIP Ben & Jerry).

When the crappy music had been shut off, I gave her the phone back, and straightened my denim jacket. One Direction were my...worst enemy?

Laura patted her phone against her knee, and as soon as the giant, red double-decker bus had stopped, we both climbed on. The sky above us was grey, threatening to rain. I really didn't need rain on my perfectly straightened hair.

We took two available seats on the right side of the bus. Laura sat beside the window, and gazed out dreamily. It didn't take a genius to know what she was thinking.

I myself looked down at my chewed fingernails, and forced myself from bringing them to my lips to chew them further. I didn't know what my problem was, but I had a bad feeling about our shopping trip. I felt as if something was going to happen. I knew, of course, I was being silly, but still.

"Hey, look over there!"

Laura pointed out of the window to a giant crowd, all screaming and throwing themselves at the security guards. I could just about catch the logo on some of the stupid fan's tops.

"Hey, I think One Direction are over there!" Laura cried out excitedly, and I hit her on the arm. She pulled back from the window and glared at me.

"It's only VERY often we actually get to see them in London. They tour around the world so much, it's like they don't even have time to stay here and enjoy the British fans anymore."

After that, Laura stayed in a huff, crossing and un-crossing her arms. I watched her face light up as the bus came to a stop a few doors away from Harrods. We both climbed out, and strutted into the store like we both owned the place.

This was one of the most frequent games we played. I mean, yeah, we were 15, but what's the fun in staying at home, listening to shit music, pretending to have the time of our lives, when we can be rich snobs that shop in places way to expensive?

I stuck out my chest, and fiddled with my jeans so they fitted properly. Then, I walked around the most expensive items, pretending to check some really ugly pottery pieces. Laura laughed when one of the shop assistants spotted me, and gave me such a look, I thought she was going to throw me out. I would probably have sued her if she'd done so, but instead, she just shook her head and walked away.

After an hour or so, we both got bored and decided to head down the street in search of a coffee shop. I hung my bag on my shoulder, and linked arms with Laura. We both cat walked out of the store, and made our way down the street and into the nearest caffeine shack.


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