Hiya there :)x It's my first fanfic! How exciting! So..I would love it if you readers won't be so harsh on my writing :P also …I do not own One Direction..(sadly) or Justin Bieber... or the websites..-_-. And, don't be surprised if it takes me a while to update..since I am occupied with a few other things. Any who enjoy this story based on my personal fantasies and the lovely boys.

Chapter 1

Amelia's POV

The immense arena was filled with a swarm of screaming fans, each either shouting out the name of their "soon-to-be" boyfriend or throwing rather inappropriate objects at the stage. All the applause was obviously meant for the five special members of the crazily handsome British-Irish boy band One Direction. Confetti and pink smoke started to permeate through the arena, and finally the men we had all been waiting were shot up by five circular machines and landed on the floor of the stage. Holy smokes were they hot. After stalking them for hours on Google, Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, and any other social networking site, I already knew how sexy these boys were, but in reality, they were fifty times sexier than I thought they were. I felt a wave of heat overcome me. It felt like I was about to faint…FROM ALL THE SEXINESS OF COURSE. As they started off the event with their hit single, "What Makes You Beautiful", Liam grabbed the microphone and stared into what I thought was my eyes.

"We would like to dedicate this song to a special fan…" He trembled. Was this me? The special fan Liam freaking Payne was about to pick?

As I continued to ponder, two security guards grabbed me by the arms, "Niall chose you, you lucky one." They winked. I thought my heart stopped beating for a moment.

"Hey there love, what's your name?" Niall seated me right beside him on a plush sofa.

"I-I…wait no..me..my name's Amelia," I stuttered. He let out a little giggle and laid me in his arms. Then, I thought I had gone to heaven. Was I seriously receiving a Horan Hug?

"Well, Amelia I've got to say that you're rather ador—"He got cut off by some familiar voice.

"Wake up you pig!" Mum shoved me out of my bed. I sighed. I knew it. It had been too good to believe. I've always been saying, "Yeah right, only in my dreams", and unfortunately, my fantasied Horan Hug was indeed just a dream.

I pulled the covers over my face. "Mum, you seriously had to ruin my perfect dream with One Direction eh?" I said with disappointment.

"Oh dream on…it's not like you'll ever meet them or anything. Besides, you'll get over them like you did with Bieber." Yes, it's true. I was a huge "beleiber" as a…child. To tell the truth, I don't know why I actually admired the…unique little boy. I've always been told to stand up for who I was inside, which kind of explains my weirdness, but during this time period of being a fan of Justin, I was picked on as others didn't see what I saw. Well, for sure I knew that a reason why I wasn't a fan anymore was because he hit puberty. In my opinion, Justin had turned into a regular teenage boy with a manly jawline. No lovely female features anymore; just pure male. But the beautiful men of One Direction; boy they're mind-blowing with all their characteristics that make them very special. I honestly had trouble making up my mind on who was my favorite boy/ who I would hug first if I ever met them. You see, I was quite a fickle-minded person. In my head, I have the stupidest little debates, either about what's my favorite color; was it blue, purple, or pink? I don't know! I can't choose because I love them all.

Truthfully, in the beginning when I first saw a picture of the band, I first fell in love with Liam, probably because of his gorgeous brown locks cut in a Justin Bieber style. You could probably assume that that was the period in which I had just gotten over Bieber, however Liam's sensible and adorable character left my jaw hanging. After a while, Zayn seemed really sexy and smoking, however the rest of the girls in my school wouldn't stop talking 'bout him. I started to smirk as I realized how much information I knew about my Maliky Malik…but gasped as he really did smoke…And yes that was my nickname for Zayn. Zayn also inspired me to use the word "sexy", as he was obviously plentiful in that. But after Niall seemed to have caught my eye. His cravings for food was a hobby that I myself also liked to commit my life to, and after all, his lush blond hair did seem rather attractive. I started giggling to myself like a maniac, as I started to find a thing for Harry, whose bouncy curls and emerald eyes simply amazed me. He was quite dirty I assumed…as on X Factor, he mentioned how his worst habit was getting naked all the time. Bad Harry. Then there was Louis, but obviously there was no chance for me there as he was the oldest of the band and already had his beloved girlfriend Eleanor. Like seriously, they are the most cutest couple ever! You've probably heard this before, but they should get married already. Anyways, I spent the rest of my nights wondering who would be the most huggable and kindest. Can't you tell my personality already? It drives me nuts that my mind won't just set on one thing.

"GIRL! ONE D's COMING TO TOWN! –Vicky :P " I checked my text messages. I pinched myself to see if this was another dream, but apparently it…wasn't. I then released a scream.

"ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS? I 3 you Victoria, I simply adore you. " My fingers started hitting the touch screen like they were on fire.

"MUM!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs into the kitchen.

"What now?" She rolled her eyes in response.

I had prepared my speech on how I was going to do all the chores, study hard, and all that stuff that…obviously wasn't going to happen. "Well, mother," I straightened my graphic royal blue shirt, "since One Direction is coming to our town, I promise to do all the ch—"

"Oh save all that crap for next time," She hushed me, "fine, you may go to their concert or do whatever you'd like."

"Holy mother of Pearl! I love you…mother!" I guffawed as I wrapped my slender arms around her.

"Mhmm," she patted my hair, "HOWEVER," I stopped breathing for a moment. "You must not forget to wear your glasses or contacts…like you did at the Justin Bieber concert." She pulled out of the affectionate hug as I let out a sigh of relief.

"I won't, Mum." I grinned with delight as I remembered how at the past concert I went to, I was dumb enough not to wear any optical device to aid my poor vision, and sadly, I cheered on the Biebs, even though I couldn't really see his face. But the funny thing was that my mother accompanied me to his concert that day, and you know that song, "Baby"? My mum patted her stomach and complained that it was aching. When we arrived home, what to expect? Nothing but a bratty little sister. Great, just great, I thought to myself. Thanks Justin, for blessing my family with a baby, with your baby song. Well, actually I shouldn't say that it's Justin's fault, but I like to think it is, just for the humor effects, you know.

I made my way to the laptop and typed in the name of our local box office. Thank God I got a pair of tickets to the One Direction concert and autograph session. Now, the light bulb glistened on top of my head; what should I wear to meet my lovelies? And who should I hug if I only got to hug one member?

Hahahaaa I laughed while writing this chapter. :P But yeah the thing about my mum and the baby is true…I'll be sure to write more later on, 'cause I'm going on this camp for a week. Anywhoo, tell me how I did! How was this for my first fanfic chapta? Besides, the boiz will actually be appearing soon in the story…just you wait!