Ready, Set, Fangirl

Prologue

- Prologue -

I lay in my room, my eyes glued to my laptop while i typed & reblogged furiously on my iphone.

One Direction;

the five boys my life seemed to revolve around, however the sad thing was that they didn't even know one ounce of my existence.

I was a fifteen year old, pretty basic. I guess you could say I was a professional fangirl, I had my blogs towards the boys and they were pretty successful. I was always on top of the game to know what my idols were doing all the time. Maybe I was more like a professional One Direction Stalker: Through the power of my internet connection.

"Callie, turn to channel 10!" My 17 year old sister, Nina singsang to me, while knocking rhythmically on my bedroom door.

"I already have it on! Little delayed there Ninner!" I yelled, maybe a little too loud than needed.

I stared in awe as my favorite boyband made an appearance on my tv. They were far from perfect, but throught my eyes they were brought out to be the impossible. Out of the five, Harry was the one i had a softspot for. Though the feels for all the boys were never ending.

Just look at those curls.

Too bad I would never have the chance to stroke them in reality.

And I was even more at a disadvantage that I was three years younger than Harry, four from Niall, Liam and Zayn, and yet six years difference with Louis.

"Can you not be older. Can you just realize I'm here." I talked to my One Direction Posters.

"The fuck you doing child?" I hadn't realized my sister was now standing in my doorway.

I pointed to the hallway, "Out."

All i got in response was laughter from Nina, but I didn't care.

"You just wait Nina, soon I'll be all up on the boys. THEY WILL LOVE ME. THEY WILL NOTICE ME." I chuckled to myself "No one messes with Callie bitch."

"Ew, don't talk to me Cal you're awk."

"Oh, you might infect me with your 'perfectness' Nina" I snapped back with an evil smirk

"You just wait Nina" I stared out at the tv at those I loved. "One day they'll be all over me..." I giggled at my statement; knowing it was never to be true... Or was it.