I don't own any of the people in this book, such as One direction, thank you. So far, this story is just K, but could get very violent in the next chapter, so watch out. If you're reading this for the second time, re-read this chapter and the next two ones, I changed them around and added more background.

Chapter One

I plugged in my headphones as I ran-walked to work. I was already ten minutes late, and I really didn't want to be any later. I worked at a fashion studio called Blossom, and I loved my job very much. My boss started Blossom when she was 25, and has been running it for 50 years, but she still isn't ready to give it up yet. I am the intern, but also her manager and assistant, and I am only 19, (turning 20 next month) so the money does well for me. Especially since I go to The Fashion Institute College, which sometimes can be expensive. (Majoring in fashion- what else?) I heard a ping through my ear buds; my boss sent me a text saying,

"Where are you?" I answered quickly, "Sorry, car wouldn't start, had to walk." She answered back almost immediately. "If you're not in by 8:30, you're fired." Even though my boss liked me, she was very strict about timing. I looked down to my watch. It was 8:25. I was almost there, but I started running anyway, in my desperation to get to work. I pushed my light brown hair out of my face put my hood up. My hair is pretty long and sort of curly, and people tell me it looks beautiful with my bright blue eyes. I was medium height, and fit for my age. I was called very pretty, but since the one boy I went out with cheated and left me, I'm insecure and haven't dated since.

The cold air nipped at my nose. It was March and yet still 35 degrees, but in Ellsworth, Maine, the people who lived here were used to it. Ellsworth is a small city with about 7,000 people who lived there. And where I lived, a tiny town called Bailey, there were only about 500 people. Yeah, small town.

I started to cross the final street and glanced down at my watch again. I didn't look across the street to see if there were any cars, the street was never used unless new people were moving in or visiting, and it was still pretty early in the morning. Then, suddenly, I heard a honk. I looked up and acted like a deer in the headlights as a big black van shot towards me. It hit me on the hip and I flew back. I landed in the grass next to the sidewalk, luckily not hitting against anything cement. The black car screeched to a halt, and I heard a couple of people yell out. My hip ached with mind numbing pain, but I forced my eyes open. I have to get to work, I thought desperately. I can't get fired. I heard car doors slam in the distance, and people running over to where I lay.

"Oh no! What did we do?"

"Is she alive?"

"Miss, can you hear me? Miss, please speak." They were all talking at the same time, most of the voices were British but one had an Irish accent to it. I needed to tell them that I was okay.

"I think she's breathing." A nervous voice said, and slowly and painfully, I opened my eyes. I saw blurry heads, faces peering into mine as one of the heads grinned.

"She's awake, it's okay, she's alive." I heard sighs of relief and then a deeper voice say,

"Let's just take her to the car, she needs to rest and we should take her to the hospital." I tried to protest, to tell them I had a job to go to, and work to be done, but they picked my up and sat me down in the car.

"Sleep, love, rest your pretty head." I quietly obeyed and closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes slowly and yawned. As I adjusted to the bright light, I realized I didn't know where I was. I sat up, and quickly felt nauseous.

"Woah woah there love, lay back down. You need to rest." A British accented voice said near my ear, and I lay back down and turned my head in the direction of the voice. I stared in shock. My mouth opened and I rubbed my eyes. Then I rubbed my eyes again, harder.

"Do you have something in your eye love?" The boy looked at me concerned.

"I must be dreaming." I murmured to myself, and the boy laughed.

"Are you really?" I asked and he chuckled and said,

"Liam Payne? Yes love, you are not hallucinating." He patted my head softly.

I laughed slowly and said, "So you're the one who ran me over with a car?" he winced, and said, "I'm sorry about that. We're- we're all very extremely sorry about that." I smiled and said, "It's okay. So, where are the others?" I shifted in my hospital bed and looked at the door.

Liam walked over to the door, opened it, and called for the rest of the boys. One by one, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, and Zayn Malik. I tried not to let my jaw drop as the five most popular boy band members stood in front of me. (Okay, I'm a little biased.)

"Well, I think any directioner would be super happy to be hit by a car to get to meet you." I said, eyes shining and smiling happily.

"Oh, you are a directioner?" Niall's Irish accent made me giggle.

"Yeah, of course! Otherwise, I would sue you." The boys laughed. Then I remembered why I had gotten hit in the first place.

"Wait! I need to get to work! I'm late, and my boss said-"

"Don't worry," said Liam "We called your boss, and she said that it was a valid excuse, so she told us to help you to recover quickly so you can get back to work." I breathed out in relief and smiled, imagining my boss standing there, not fazed by the boy band's popularity.

A doctor came in and looked around. "Oh no, we can't have more than two people at a time. Sorry, some of you will have to go." Niall, Liam, and Zayn sighed as Harry and Louis pushed them out the door. They all yelled "feel better"s and "see you later"s on their way out, and then I was alone with Louis and Harry. They smiled at me, and Harry asked me what my name was.

"Oh, it's Vanessa. Vanessa Belle Blue." I smiled and they shook my hand.

"And where is your family?" Louis asked. "Shouldn't they be here at your side, making sure you're okay?" I froze.

"Well, I- I have a complicated family rela-" I stuttered and then heard a huge crash and someone shouting.

"Where's my daughter?" Oh god.

So there's the first chapter! Please review and give me any critic, though I will keep writing the story, even without a certain number of reviews, because I hate leaving a storying ending at a cliffhanger. Yes, I stole a city from Maine, but I just made up a town. The college isn't real either, (for all I know.) Please enjoy! The second chapter will come out soon.