I'm Yours

Jordan Taylor was just a typical 18-year-old girl who had recently moved to London from America. But she was different from in a way. Unlike every other girl, America or London, she wasn't so crazy over the boyband known as One Direction. One day, she falls, hard. Why? Let's just say a certain blue-eyed, Irish blonde boy was involved...


1. Falling Hard

"Jordan! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" My mom yells from the bottom of the staircase.

"Coming." I rush around, grab my bag, and take one quick look in the mirror. Passing my mom and brother, Nick, I see him roll his eyes.

"You take forever," He whines. I just ignore him. We load into the car and I put my Beats by Dre headphones on. A One Direction song comes on as I switch to the music on my iPhone. I wasn't a "fangirl" over the actual boys of One Direction, but their music wasn't bad, I guess. I'm a good girl. I don't pay much attention to boys. My friends in America thought it was crazy for me to not have a boyfriend and the boys always hit on me. I guess I was considered one of the "pretty" girls in the school? Their words, not mine. They were constantly trying to set me up and it was SO ANNOYING! And they went on and on about the One Direction boys.

"OMG, Harry Styles is so sexy."

"Oh, Niall Horan is so cute."

"Liam Payne is so handsome."

"Louis Tomlinson is hilarious."

"Zayn Malik is so hot."

One Direction this and One Direction that! Blah blah blah! JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! Like really, why am I even friends with you? I tried to tune them out but it was hardwork. They screamed and "fangirled" whenever One Direction was even mentioned. Ugh, I guess I'm kind of glad to get away from that but I have a feeling that it won't be any better here in London, maybe even worse. I hope not.

We pull up to the soccer stadium's parking lot and take an empty space. Today we were going to watch my dad's friend's son play soccer. He was only 18 like me but supposedly really good. 

"Mom, I'm going to get some food," I say to her. I was hungry. Well, I was always hungry. It was so funny when I went out with friends and ate like a pig, but I didn't gain any weight. I order a tray of fries and start to make my way to the condiments when I'm tripped by a blue-eyed, blonde boy, sending my tray flying.

"Ow," I say sitting myself up.

"Im really sorry," The boy says kneeling down beside me. He has an Irish accent. Four other boys walk up and kneel down too.

"Are you alright love?" A boy with blue eyes and brown hair says in an English accent. 

"Niall. Way to trip the pretty girl there lad," A boy with green eyes and curly, brown hair says in a deep, slow tone. Niall? That was the blonde boy's name.

"Do you need help up?" A dark-haired boy with brown eyes says. I try and get up myself but feel a sharp pain in my left ankle. I wince biting my lip and sit down back down in my original position.

"Let's get you to a doctor," A brown-haired, brown-eyed boy says. They manage to get me up onto one foot as I bite down on my lip hard. I can't even take one step without getting teary-eyed.

"Here, you obviously can't walk," The curly-haired boy says putting me on his back. They take me to a medical-looking room place and the boy gently sets me on the green, cushion bed that's covered with wax paper. The brown-haired, brown-eyed boy goes to get a doctor, leaving the other four boys and I in an awkward silence.

"I'm so sorry about this," Niall says breaking the silence.

"It's okay," I say shyly. We go back to silence until the brown-eyed, brown-haired boy walks back in with a doctor-looking person.

"Well, it looks pretty bad," The doctor says examining my ankle, "You'll need to go to the hospital right after this." He gave me some crutches and I hop out of the room, the boys still right behind me.

"Uhh, thanks," I say turning around to them.

"No problem. Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

"I'll have to ask." The boys stay in their place as I hop over to my family.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" My mom says worrying.

"Well I got tripped by some boys and I hurt my ankle pretty bad. They offered to take me to the hospital. Is that alright?"

"I suppose. Just call me later." I hug my family goodbye and hop back over to the boys. They lead me to their fancy car and help me get in.

"So what's your name love?" They ask.

"Jordan Taylor," I reply, "And you are?" They look at me surprised. What? Was I supposed to know who they were?

"I'm Louis," Says the blue-eyed, brown-haired boy.

"I'm Liam," Says the boy with the brown eyes and brown hair.

"I'm Zayn," Says the dark-haired boy with the brown eyes.

"I'm Harry," Says the curly-haired, green-eyed boy.

"And I'm Niall," Says the blue-eyed, Irish blonde boy. Wait a second. Oh my god. It can't be.

"We're One Direction."

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