"Goodbye." It was a word I was used to saying, being in foster care my whole life. But now I'm 17, and I'm no longer in the system. My 'family' didn't want me anymore and at just 17, with nothing but the clothes on my back and a One Direction hoodie, I was sent out onto the streets. One Direction was the only thing that got me through living with a different family every year. But now I was homeless in Melbourne with no idea what to do. I had enough money for one night in a hotel, but I decided to keep it for food. I could live without accommodation, but not food. I decided to find somewhere to stay for the night until I figured out what to do next. I was supposed to be going to the one direction concert and meet and greet tomorrow, but I have no idea how I'm going to get there now. I found a hotel that looked fancy enough with heaps of people, that they wouldn't notice a teenage girl sleeping in the lobby. It was getting dark and I decided to just go to sleep, since I had nothing else to do anyway.

I woke up in the morning hearing screams and girls crying. Realizing I wasn't at home in bed, I quickly got up to see what was going on. I'd seemed to have lucked out and Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis and Harry were signing girls tops and cd's and other objects they just decided to throw at them. I noticed Louis looking at me from across the lobby, obviously wondering why I looked like I just slept the night on the couch (obviously because I had). A group of girls noticed him looking at me, and started swearing at me, telling me I wasn't worthy of his attention.

"Youre obviously just trash. Nowhere near pretty enough for MY Louis!"

"Just leave me alone! I did nothing! You're obviously not a true directioner if you hate me just because he looked at me!"

And that's when everything went black.