Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.


5. Well Look Who It Is

Emily comes up to me and we start chatting. "Tomorrow's a free day, right?" Emily asks.

"Yeah. Then Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday are work days," I answer.

"That's and interesting schedule."

"I know. Anyways, our house is amazing. I can't believe it."

"True dat. Um, will One Direction talk to us?"

"Yes, they're our mentors."

"Oh, that's cool."

"I hope they're cool with how we do things. Ninety percent fun, ten percent serious."

Emily laughs, "Yeah."

After a few more minutes of walking, we reach the mess hall. "I wonder if they have snacks out." Sarah says.

"There's only way to fine out," I say, pushing through the doors. Inside is a ton of those long bench lunch tables. Then on the far side is a table full of snacks. "Question answered," I lead the way over to the snack table. We start eating whatever we feel like.

Minutes later, a husky, British voice fills me ears. "You're always hungry, Niall."

"A boy's got to eat," an Irish voice says.

All of us turn toward the sound of the voices. Around a corner come five boys. The owners of Camp Direction. It's the One Direction boys. They're looking at each other, but after a few seconds look at us. None of them say a word. None of my band mates say a word. Looks like it's up to me. "Hello boys," I cross my arms.

"Hello love," the super curly haired one says.

My face heats up slightly and I tense up. "My name's Amber. Leader of Dangerous."

Then my band mates get the message. "I'm Sarah."




"We're One Direction," all the boys say. A mixture of British and Irish accents.

"My name's Harry," the curly haired boy speaks up again. Giving a smile and showing dimples. His green eyes shine; looking straight at me.

"Niall," the bleach blonde haired, Irish accent one says. Beautiful blue eyes that look at Emily. From what I know, he's the only Irish one.

"Zayn," the black haired one says. Sexy, deep British accent; dark brown eyes looking at Sarah. He seems like a bad boy.

"Liam," the other curly hair British boy says. His light brown eyes take in Olivia. He seems to be the serious one of the group.

"And me, Louis," says the straight brown haired British boy. His dark colored eyes look at Delaney. I'm getting a sort of kiddy vibe from him. All these boy's accents are amazing, but niether me nor any of my band mates are crazy over these boys. Call me crazy; if you must.


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