Hey guys, just wanted to say that I LOVE One Direction. I'm literally listening to One Thing on their DVD Tour right now. Eddie not liking them, or Zayn (who's my favorite), is just a part of the story line. Remeber- reviews make me happy!

"Shut up!"

God damn!

Why will all of those girls not ever stop playing that stupid foreign band, what's it, One Direction?

"But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know, oh oh,"

Eddie ran out of his room, flying up the stairs, and bound into Nina and Amber's room to find five familiar girls running, giggling, singing along, dancing, and jumping around to the music that was up to its maximum.

"You'll understand why I want you so desprat-"

Eddie flicked off the annoying pop music.

"What the hell was that for?" Joy screamed. "That," he gestured towards the boom box, "was for not turning that devil machine down!"

Amber said, "You could've just asked us, it would've been simpler," gaining many nods of agreement.

"I've asked you about five times today, not even including the times at freakin' three o'clock this morning! All of the boys are sick of it. Now there is an end to this tragedy that is One Direction," Eddie shot back.

"What do you mean?" Patricia asked, with a slightly suspicious tone to her voice.

"Yeah, it's not like you can just take it away," Nina fired.

"Oh, yeah? Watch me."

Eddie stormed out of the room, with the boombox and CD in his hands.

Mara shouted, "What!"

"Get him!" Patricia screeched.

But by the time they got downstairs, Eddie was already in his room with the door locked.

~HOA~

Finally, Eddie thought. No more One Direction, what makes you beautiful, or any of that crap. Just silence.

Eddie didn't hate One Direction, not really. He mostly did not like that dark brown haired one, Zayn SomethingOrOther. He was just as stupid as his name.

Okay, Eddie didn't know if he was stupid, he actually looked like somebody Eddie may be friends with, but there was one problem.

Patricia was in love with him.

All she ever talked about lately was Zayn this, Zayn that, isn't he soo gorgeous?

And, truth was, Eddie was in love with Patricia.

See his dilemma?

I mean, it wasn't his fault that Patricia just so happened to have that one thing, or that they always seemed to be like na na na, or that he wished that was him she was talking about, and that it was everything about her that made Eddie fall even more deeply in love.

He just didn't like the fact that that dumb band made songs out of it.

Knock, Knock!

"Who is it?"

"Who do you think, Slimeball?"

"I'll take that as Patricia."

"Let me in!"

You're not getting the CD."

"I know."

"The door is unlocked."

Patricia let herself in. "We had to do all of that and the door was unlocked?"

Eddie shrugged. He wasn't in much of a mood for talking, even if it was to the Yacker herself.

"So, what do I have to do to get that CD back?"

"I said you weren't-" Eddie smiled deviously.

"You really want the CD? Really badly?" Eddie asked, still grinning.

"Um, yeah, that's kind of what I just said." Patricia retorted.

"Kiss me."

Ooh! I'll update faster depending on reviews, so get to clicking! Also, if you guys liked this, and like Moy, check out my story, Coming Home. Bye y'all!

~Cam