Chapter 1.
My name is Anastasia Smith, I am a simple 19 year old girl, except, well let's just say I am in love with a boyband and not just any boyband, I am in love with One Direction. My obsession began in 2010 when my friend, Zoe, was inboxing me on Facebook. She told me their names and told me to look up their song 'What Makes You Beautiful'. So I did this and I instantly fell in love with them, the first one who caught my eye was none other than Zayn Malik, Anyway here's the story of how I met them and how love flourished even when I thought it never would between me and a celebrity.
~July 3rd 2011 aka my 19th birthday~
"Ana, Ana!" I heard my brother's name call me, I was so tired, I didn't want to move at all from the warmth of my bed.
"Anastasia, my little princess" My dad said in his soft voice, he kissed me on the cheek "Good Morning Princess" I always loved when dad woke me up.
"Happy Birthday" My sister ran in squealing and jumped on me.
I groaned and complained, "Bella get off me, and you're so heavy for a 7 year old". She giggled and got off.
I sat up and looked at my sister, she was wearing a pink dress, which went past her knees and had frills at the bottom, her curls that were normally dangling down her back, were pulled into two piggy tails, and they suited her perfectly. She had big brown eyes and a cute smile.
My gaze than landed on my brother, he was wearing a pair of jean shorts and an adventure time t-shirt, he loves adventure time and so do I. He looks like our mother, he got the baby blue eyes and dead straight blonde hair which he wore in a quiff like Niall. My brother's name is Noah and he is 12 years old.
Lastly my gaze landed on my mother and father, they were side by side. My dad had his arm around mum's shoulders, almost like he was protecting her from something that wasn't actually there. Mum snuggled into his arms, like she fit perfectly in them and was born to be in that exact place for the rest of her life. My mother was wearing a long black dress that ended at her heals and a pair of black heels, her make-up and hair was all done up like we were going somewhere.
"Ana….Ana" My mums voice snapped me back to reality.
I looked at them confused, "Are we going somewhere?" I asked as I tilted my head.
My brother looked at me as though I had said the dumbest thing in the history of dumb things said.
"We are going out for breakfast for your birthday Sissy" My sister's squeaky voice piped in.
I groaned "Well everyone get out" They left as soon as the words left my mouth, I smiled smugly to myself.
I literally had to drag myself out of bed and over to my wardrobe. I had way too many clothes for my own liking, mum always went out of the way to make sure we had enough of everything and sometimes she went way over board, clothes is one of those times. I decided to wear a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized t-shirt. I hated girly clothes to the extreme, so I always wore baggy clothes so that no one could see my body. One thing you should know about me is that I am extremely self-conscious.
I walked downstairs and my mum saw me and looked like she saw a ghost.
"You are not seriously wearing that are you Ana?" She was hoping that I was kidding; I could hear it in her voice.
I looked down "Just leave me alone, I will wear what I want, besides it's only a breakfast" I said as I sat between Noah and Bella on the couch.
My mum looked at me angrily, my dad put a hand on her shoulder, "Let it go love, it's her birthday, let her wear what she wants". I smiled at him, as if saying 'Thank-you' to him.
~25 minutes later~
we had arrived at the restaurant and we were sitting down waiting for our meals to arrive. My whole family were looking at each other excitedly, like some celebrity was about to walk in, I just shrugged it off.
"Hunny, we have the best birthday gift for you ever!" Mum nearly squealed with excitement.
I frowned "What is it?"
My dad handed me an envelope, I slowly opened it and pulled out the paper inside.
I froze.
I stared at the paper in my hand.
I couldn't hear what anyone was saying.
Then I stood up and squealed as loud as possible, "I AM GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION!"
My parents had bought me front row tickets.
I stood there for about 5 minutes breathing hard and jumping excitedly, once I was finally settled, I sat back down in my seat.
"Well I guess that means she likes our gift?" Mum asked amusement obvious in her voice.
My dad chuckled at me "Obviously".
My brother's voice chimed in "She's such a loser for liking them, I mean they haven't even go talent"
I growled and flicked a few peas at my brothers head, which made the rest of my family laugh and my brother crossed his arms, giving in.