So hey guys, what's up? I'm having a dilemma . . . I HAVE ONE DIRECTION INFECTION! Yeah, I loved them when they were in X Factor but now they've taken over my life so much that I've written 26 stories about them but this is the one I'm proud to publish. Yes, I changed the title. So please enjoy . . .

Stand Up - Chapter One

Goddamn it, GEEZUS! I hate planes!

Yes, it is true, I hate planes. They just creep the hell out of me. I stared out the window. All that there was was ocean, sky, and the occasional bird. The dude beside me was sleeping on my shoulder. And drooling, might I add. I got up slowly to make sure not to wake the guy. I walked slowly to the bathroom because I'm a huge klutz. Seriously, I trip on air. I walked into the bathroom. There was seriously a huge drool puddle on my shoulder the size of a Canadian football!

Okay, before I get ahead of myself, let me explain who I am.

My name's Danielle Hedin but I prefer to be called Dani. I'm 17, tall (okay, about 5 foot 7), blonde, and cute. Yes, I think of myself as cute. I'm from the Canadian province Saskatchewan and I love country music. I was flying to London as an exchange student for the whole year of 2011 starting right now on January 3rd. It was the last thing I wanted to do but my mom didn't want me around while her and "Steve" got to know each other. Mom just says they're friends.

More like fuck buddies.

I pulled my sleeve down, exposing my shoulder. I got a paper towel and wiped the drool off.

"Ew!" I said quietly. Trust me, I'm the least of a girly-girl but old dude drool is just gross. I pulled the sleeve of my baseball t-shirt and looked in the mirror. The back of my hair was ratty so I brushed through it with my fingers and pulled it in a side ponytail. I walked out of the airplane bathroom just as we hit an air pocket. I fell sideways into someone's lap. He pushed me off into some guy who was walking back from the washrooms. I looked at the guy and he looked at me. He looked . . . familiar.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He said.

"Um . . . okay?" I asked.

"Sorry. I'm Louis." The guy said. Louis had an amazing accent.

"I'm Dani." I said. I realized I was clinging to his shirt and quickly let go.

"You have an adorable accent, Dani." Louis said.

"I have an accent?" I asked. I saw the stewardess coming down the aisles with drinks and stuff. The seatbelts light was also on.

"Sorry for running into you, Louis." I said, getting up and walking away.

"No problem, Dani! I'll see you later!" Louis called after me.

Who does this guy think he is? "I'll see you later"? I thought, sitting in my seat again. The guy sitting beside me looked ready to fall asleep again.

"You sleep on me again and I'll murder you in your sleep." I warned him. He instantly woke up and sat up straight.

Finally, this goddamn plane ride is over!

The plane had landed and we were in London finally. Since I was staying an entire year I had packed my whole wardrobe into 10 suitcases. There were so many that they would be in the luggage truck things and they'd get a luggage cart for me. I had my LMFAO Sexy and I Know It bag with my books, iPhone, writing paper, and pens though so I had something to do. I was in a line to get off the plane. Coming out of first class I saw Louis. 4 other guys trailed behind him. Louis saw me making eye contact and smiled at me. I instantly looked away and kept walking as him and the 4 other guys got off the plane. They were about 10 minutes ahead of me when I finally got into the airport. I rode down the escalator. 2 security guards had my bags on a luggage cart already.

"You go ahead, we'll walk behind you with your luggage." They said. I began walking to the front doors. As I did, my cell phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"HAAAAY! Are you in London yet?" my best friend, Kennedy Silzer, asked.

"Yeah, I just got in." I replied.

"I'll be there in, like, 2 hours." Kennedy said. I got outside and stood there, waiting for a taxi. One stopped in front of me. I was just walking to it when I tripped on air. Again. I fell onto my hands and knees, my cell phone skidding across the pavement. When I looked up, the taxi was pulling away with a man texting inside.

I love how I'm so noticed! I though sarcastically. Another taxi pulled in front of me. I stood up, picked up my cell phone, and got in the taxi. I sat down on someone's lap.

"Why, hello there, beautiful. I told you I'd see you later."

Oh, sweet Geezus . . .