Hey guys! So i have recently ... well since a while now, actually fallen in love with so many bands .. so I decided to write about one ..

THIS IS A ONE DIRECTION STORY! ( i dont own them, im pretty sure simon cowell does .. )

ANYWAYS! i hope you like it.. review and all that please!

Val

Amanda's P.O.V

I gritted my teeth against the scream I wanted to let out. I knew it would be useless, and would just do us worse with the distraction. This was quite the car ride I was experiencing. Even with a legal driver, it wasn't safe. I was starting to regret my decision of renting a car instead of just taking the bus everywhere.

"There's a stop sign there, Cassie, stop!" I heard my best friend, Alison that was right next to her. I felt the car come to a complete stop. I shut my eyes tightly, and opened them to find we had safely stopped. I sighed in relief. Why did the roads have to be different in England?

When the car started again, I heard a tire screech. I winced and looked at my other best friend, Katie and she was looking kind of sick. I could relate. All of a sudden, the car had swerved off to the right side, hitting another car in the process. I held on to the driver's seat and shut my eyes waiting for the spinning to stop. When it did, I looked up and waited for my eyes to adjust while Cassie was panicking.

"Is everyone okay?" She asked desperately while I tried to find my voice. They all yelled back their answers and waited for mine. I gulped, trying to find a way out, but the car had tipped over on my side and I could not reach the handle. I tried to speak again and finally found my voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine… "I said and heard more voices, male voices, coming. I struggled to put myself upright to tell Katie to open the door and get out and call for help. After succeeding, I opened my mouth but it wasn't me who spoke.

"Is everyone alright in there? We've called the ambulance, they'll be here soon." A male voice, with a heavy accent, even though it was hard to tell if it was fully an English accent. Everyone froze, but strangely enough, I did.

"We're all alive" I yelled back and heard the siren wail. They were quicker here than in America. I heard the door open and they hauled Katie and Allie out and I heard other voices talking to them , making sure they were okay. Me and Cassie were another story since we were both on the right side, where the car had fallen on.

I felt the door open, and I had to wait until they got her out and soon went to me. I flinched, feeling my foot that had been broken in the crash and it pounded as they dragged me out. They told me to stand up, but I couldn't keep my balance, so a boy with blond, spiky hair and blue eyes helped me stand. I felt as if I knew him, he couldn't be famous, could he? Why would he be in a regular car if he's famous?

"Um, thanks." I said shyly, moving my brown hair out of my hazel eyes. He led me to a bench they had set up on the grass and he set me down while the paramedics worked their magic. "Uh, sorry about the crash, we're tourists and as you can see, we haven't really gotten the hang of the driving style." I continued. To my surprise, he laughed loudly. I wondered if I should take offence.

"Don't worry about it, it was partly my fault, I'm also learning to drive and should have been more careful." He said, and I noticed he had an accent. But I knew it wasn't British. He smiled at me with his crooked, imperfect, but not ugly smile. It was so contagious, and despite the throbbing in my foot, I just had to smile back.

"Least you were sure you were driving on the right side.." I said, glaring at Cassie. He laughed again which made me wonder; was I really that amusing to him, or is he just easily amused?

"I like you. I'm Niall." He said, and I raised my eyebrows, but deciding to let it go. I sighed, holding out my hand.

"I'm Amanda." I said, and he took my hand. I heard laughing and talking come closer and I looked up from the floor to find two other boys had come. This is when it all came rushing, I felt a wave of excitement, why hadn't I known before? One Direction, my favourite boy band was standing right in front of me.

I recognized them, but attempted to keep my cool. I took a deep, calming breath before looking at them again. Harry had the craziest curls, a cheeky smile and had a confident stance. Louis was leaning against him, and his straight hair went out from all places, but it looked good. His smile was friendly, and to be honest, it made my heart skip a beat. I was clearly having a difficult time keeping my fan girl ego down.

"You alright? Sorry about Niall, the lads and I had a difficult time letting him go on, and clearly, you can tell I should have driven." Harry said, and I chuckled at his teasing while Niall glared at him.

"I'm fine, are the rest okay? I didn't get to see them, and- " I looked down at my foot and smirked at the pun. "I'm a bit wrapped up at the moment.." I said, frowning when they lifted me on a wheelchair.

I was answered by the worried voices of my friends coming over and I smiled in relief. They had some scratches and bruises, but overall no broken bones. Unlike me, who was stuck in a cast for God-knows-how-long.

"Where's Zayn?" Asked Louis, looking around for his bandmate. Zayn appeared out nowhere it seemed, and said his famous catch phrase.

"Vat's happenin?" He said and Louis flinched back in surprise. I snickered at that and squealed when someone started pushing my wheelchair. He looked over at saw that a random was pushing me and looked at me. I sent him a questioning look.

"Want me to push you in?" He asked politely, and I blushed at my celebrity being so nice to me. I nodded with a slight smile. He smiled, and took over the wheelchair. He let go and I couldn't help myself, this could be my only chance.

"Can you stay, please?" I asked timidly, looking down. I was expecting him to make up some lame excuse, because, I did crash into him. Okay, I hadn't crashed into him, but still.

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