Torn, but going in One crazy Direction. A One Direction fan fiction by TheGoingOf1Dlove
Chapter 1: The news
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock goes off. I groan and hit the snooze button.
"Macy Logan Young! Wake up! Don't make me come up there!" my mum yells. It's 7:30 AM and I have school at 9:00. I fall back asleep as I mumble, "Five more minutes mum…"
In my dream a blonde hair blue-eyed boy is talking to me.
"Hello luv, my name is-"
SPLASH! My mum pours a bucket of freezing water on my head.
"What the hell was that for?" I scream at the top of my lungs. I never got to hear the boys' name! I go upstairs and jump in the shower. As I pick out my outfit for the day, I hear the radio. They are talking about the UK's show The X-Factor. The show is down to two contestants because a boy band called One Direction didn't get enough votes. I hurry down stairs and start to wolf down a bowl of oatmeal. It's so hot it burns my tongue. Ouch! I have to get to school!
My mom gives me an Are You Crazy? Look.
"Honey you don't have school today. It's cancelled. It's below zero out and the snow is just making it worse. I'm sorry." She says with a smile. I hate New York sometimes!
I go upstairs and decide to look up One Direction. While I wait for the Internet to open, the radio started.
"Next we have the new hit single by One Direction! This is What Makes You Beautiful!" the radio says and a song starts to play. These boys are amazing!
The Internet loaded, and I searched One Direction. The Wikipedia page popped up with a large page of information. The first out of the five members was Liam Payne. He reminds me of my stepsister Kailey. Next was Louis Tomlinson. He sounds like my friend Megan. The next boy I say was Zayn Malik. He reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Drake. What a jerk. I saw Harry Styles next. He could be my brother! I save a picture of him onto my I-Phone and look at the last band member. My mouth formed a perfect O-shape. It was the lad from my dream! His name is Niall Horan, the Irish one. I run downstairs to show my mum the picture of Harry. When my mum saw the picture, she burst into tears.
"Honey, I think Harry is your half brother. His dads name is Lawrence Styles, and that was my ex-boyfriends name. I was pregnant 2 years before you were born. You have an older brother." My mum says, still in tears. I run upstairs and scream into my pillow. Why did this have to happen to normal old me?
I decide to annoy my parents and go to the dance club. I pick out a black and red shirt and my white capris and head out the door.
When I get to the bar I grab a beer and pay the bartender. I wonder if my mum and dad noticed I was gone.
Ring! Ring! Ring! I pick up my phone. It's my mum.
"Where are you? My mum yells into the phone.
"At the bar. Dancing. What the hell do you want, ass hole?" I ask with a grin.
"Your at the bar? I'm coming to get you right now! You better be waiting for me!" she yells and ends the call. What shit am I getting myself into?
When my mom arrives at the bar, I stumble into the car. She is so angry she makes my dad drive and sits in the backseat. Dad drives nervously all the way home.
"How could you do this to me? We were worried that you ran away! Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? You disappoint me you little-"
SMASH! The n everything went black.