im not afraid

im 17, short, long blackish brown hair, big emerald eyes, i live for one direction, i never thought i would get the chance to meet those 5 beautiful boys, but i did.


1. Strawberry frap.

"MAYBRY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED NOW!" coltons voice made rage fill my tired body, i rolled over to the edge of my black sheets and stood, tripping over my own feet and stumbling into the wall.
"what the hell do you want?" i snapped as i came to the top of the stairs, he glared and gestured for me to come towards him. rolling my eyes i sat on the railing and slid down, when i jumped off he grabbed my wrist.
"how many times do i have to tell you not to do that?" coltons such a grump in the mornings, actually hes a grump almost everyday since our parents left, apparently the fact that there in there early thirties made them think leaving there teenaged kids home alone for months on end was a good idea.
"thats up to you... im still not going to listen." i ran my free hand through my hair and rolled my eyes, "im nearly 17. you can no tell me what to do coltypoo." i snapped pulling my long straight hair into a high pony tail that reaches my upper back.
"i wanted to know if you were coming out with me for breakfast?" he seems slightly hurt at my rudeness.
"uh. yeah... can i have like twenty to get ready?" i asked, feeling bad. he nodded and i skipped over to the spiral stair case and jogged up. i pulled on a light pink shirt that just covers from the top of my bra to a inch above my belly button, it has little skeletons over it. i dug around in my messy clothing covered closet until i found a pair of black high rise skinny pants.

i pulled my hair down and let it fall down past the hem of my shirt, applying a small amount of makeup and running a brush through my hair. I jogged to the steps and just to piss Colton off slid down the railing, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Why do you dress like such a hoe?" He joked elbowing me in the ribs.
"why do you dress like a hungover lumberjack?" I joked back, gesturing to his flannel shirt.



"Thanks for the burger." I stated, hugging colton after changing into my gym clothes.
"Where are you going?" He asks as I pull on my pumas reserved for just working out.
"just a jog." I reply walking out the door. I started walking and then broke into a jog, running down the busy London streets around my home. I could reeeeallly reeeeallly go for some Starbucks right now... I walked in and ordered a strawberry frap. And payed the hot guy. I picked up my phone to change the song 'moments' because its too sad and it's getting me out of my good mood. I glanced up as someone held the door open for me and nodded in thank you.
Finally! I found 'one way' and pressed play, just as some clumsy asshole bumped into me, crushing my plastic cup, spraying my cold coffee all over my gym shirt.
"WHAT THE FUCK BRO!?" I snapped looking down at my now destroyed tank top. 
"Shit... Let me buy you a new one, and a new shirt. Uh sorry." I felt my heart stop. That British accent, it nearly matches the one singing into my ears right now. 
"Nice one mate." An Irish voice chuckled, I felt a hand lightly wipe some off my cheek, making me look up and see two of my idols.
"L-Liam p-p-Payne..... Niall horan..." I whispered, my pulse raced. In my mind Ive went through this senecio a million times, fantasizing about meeting them, I was always calm and collected but not that's it's actually happening I'm terrified.
"Please don't scream." Liam begged, I'm just not noticing that there wearing black hoodies with the hoods up and dark glasses. "Harry left a hoodie in the car... Ill grab it for you." Liam turned to walk to the car and I stood my ground, gaping at Niall.
"I love you." I whispered, starring at him. He grinned and looked at the ground when he looked back up I had gathered enough strength to ask what I've always wanted to. "C-can I have a horan hug?" I asked, feeling like a retard.
"Not until you change your shirt." He replied, Liam got back and handed me Harry purple jack wills hoodie, the one that I've fantasized about wearing for months. I smiled and walked into the Starbucks, using the washroom as a changing room. I pulled off my sticky shirt and yanked the hoodie over my head,  checking my hair and makeup.

"Here you go." Niall handed me a strawberry frap and I grinned at him.
"Thanks." I muttered sheepishly.
"Can we get your number?" Liam asked suddenly, my heart skipped a beat as I pulled out my phone.

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