Hating The band

You may know the book "Loving the band", It's a One Direction fan fiction. My opinion on the band is negative. I think they are just another pop boy band that all the 13 year old girls will love for a while then Two directions will come along and every tween girl will be fawning over THEM for a bit. One Direction are doing the same thing the Beatles were doing like 30 or 40 years ago. The only difference is The Beatles played instruments and people still enjoy them and reminisce about them from time to time.
All my fellow Anti-Fan Girls/Boys, you're about to be pleased :D.


6. A Clockwork Fangirl

Emily's P.O.V

Woah Woah Woah... I thought that the story was told all in third person?




Oh...Okay then...


Tina's P.O.V

Wait, we're in first person now?


Yup. But not for long!


Omniscient Third Person's P.O.V


Before Tina could continue with her plans, three men in black suits appeared on her doorstep, out of nowhere.

"Hello?" Tina said, opening the wooden door.

"Miss Jenson? You have been given a restraining order against the band 'One Direction'. Come with us" the men said monotonously. Tina's eyes grew wide.

"What? But-"

"Come with us, miss. Now". Tina hung her head childishly and dragged her feet over to the large dark car that the men had come in. 

"You sure this isn't a pedophilia attempt? That car looks well dodgy, is all" Tina queried, coming to a halt.

"Just follow us, miss" the men replied, still in monotone. Once in the car, Tina asked

"So, am I going to court or something? It's just this is all so sudden, and doesn't make sense to the plot at all!". The men simply answered

"You'll see" and started to drive off with Tina tightly buckled in. 


They soon arrived at a dark, shady building. Tina, now perplexed, started to wonder why everything associated with these men seemed to be black. 

"You sure this isn't some sort of terrorism stunt? I'm getting nervous, is all" she said.

"Please stop saying 'is all', it's not grammatically correct" one of the men said, still monotone. They sounded like robots. 

"You have been brought here to cleanse your mind of your violent thoughts. We know of your recent assault on the band, 'One Direction'," the man on the left with no name said briskly, all of a sudden shaking his monotone manner. "And we are going to use an experimental method of aversion therapy. We assure you that this is in no way inhumane or harmful to your basic capability of moral choice" The man with no name continued, showing Tina into a theatre.

"Um, I didn't really need reassurance on that front actually, I feel slightly scared of this now" Tina said timidly. 

"Now now, you signed up for it!"

"No I didn't, you just showed up and shoved me into some theatre! What the hell is going on?". The man in black simply shoved her onto a chair and strapped her to it. Petrified, she shakily said

"What is going to happen?"

"You are going to watch some videos, and we will observe your behaviour"

"Well, I can't do much strapped to this chair!"

"We meant your mental reactions, now sit tight!"

"Oh, ha ha" Tina muttered, still intensely scared of what was to come. A film suddenly began to play on the screen. Tina's eyes opened wide, but when she tried to blink, she found she couldn't. The film being played was actually the music video for midnight memories. A tad more content with this choice of film, Tina relaxed. Unusually, however, she began to feel rather sick. She had never felt this way before, and it was very odd. She then realised what was happening. She was being given Aversion therapy. A cousin of her's had gotten it done to him, and was almost done in by classical music afterwards. If the same happened to her, she wouldn't be able to listen to her favourite band! Tina ripped the straps off and pulled her head away from the screen. The man in black began to race after her, but Tina sprinted out. She zoomed down the corridor and raced out of the door. Still feeling sick, Tina stopped to breathe, but the man in black was gaining speed, so she set off again. 


Eventually, Tina shook the team of madmen off and wandered home casually, as if nothing unusual or badly referenced had ever happened. As she drew closer to home, something overcame her and she threw up. Wiping her mouth, she said to herself

"You know something, Tina, you really do get into the most abstract scrapes". With that, she sauntered along the road as the sun lay amongst the hills. The only thing going through her mind,

"I'm not done with you yet, Niall".

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