Where We Went Wrong

Chapter 1- Running into them literally...

(A/N) if anyone is reading this, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors or if it doesn't make sense to you. I'm writing on my iPhone so it might mess up. Peace out!

~Josie's POV~
I was walking out of Hollister when I looked up and saw the food court... Yum. I started running towards it like no other. When I got there, I immediately went to the greasiest food place there- McDonald's. I ordered a 20 pc meal (which I probably won't finish) with medium fries, BBQ sauce, and a powerade. After getting my food, I went to go find a seat to sit down in. I ate like I haven't eaten in years. Seriously, I got so many bad looks you would think I was Loki or something. After eating the WHOLE thing (which was surprising) I got up to go back to shopping. As I was walking away from the food court, I heard an almost-British-sounding voice say "Niall, we ate almost twenty minutes ago, and you are still hungry?" then I heard a sigh and another British voice say "Harry, this is Niall we're talking about. He's always hungry." I heard a kick and a yelp, but kept on walking. As I was walking, I heard a few grunts and "no"s, and then somebody tapped on my shoulder. "Excuse me miss, but what is the best place to eat here?" An Irish voice said. I turned around and, after getting a good look at the blonde guy in front of me, answered "Well, I just had the average American lunch- McDonald's. I would try there" I heard a muffled "thank-you" and said "your welcome" before walking away.

~I'mjustarandomlinespace-

As I was walking to my pride and joy after hours of shopping -yay- I felt that feeling you get when someone's watching you. I look around and see nothing, so I go back to finding my baby- my 1967 black Chevy Impala- and get in. After starting it and getting into gear, I drive home. On my way home, I turn on the radio and hear some boy band singing- "It's gotta be you, only you" after those two lines I quickly snort and changed the channel; my favorite song- Carry On Wayward Son- comes on, and I jam out the rest of the ride. When I get home, I quickly grab my bags, lock my car in the garage, get in the house, re-lock the door, and go upstairs. While un-packing the shopping bags, I hear a doorbell and think "dad's not supposed to be home for another week, so who could be that be?" I quickly run downstairs- skipping the last few steps -and go to the door. I turn the door nob and open the door. "Hey, you're that guy who walked up to me in the mall asking about the food court!" And sure enough, here blondie was, but with 4 other guys. "Yeah, that's me. Sorry about just walking up to you, I was just a little famished" one of the other guys snorted and I turned to look at him. He had brown curly hair, so naturally, I decided to call him curly. "Just a little famished? When we told the lady working there what you wanted, she about had her eyes pop out!" Curly said. A guy who looked as if he was the responsible one said "How about we just get back on to topic of why we came here, lads?" We all turned to him and they all nodded. "Okay, so do you know who we are?" A well groomed one asked. He had short black hair and had various tattoos on his arms. They all turned to me as I shook my head no "Sorry, but am I supposed to?" They all looked at each other and pushed the last one forward- a guy wearing a striped shirt and spenders. "Seriously lads? Fine," he turns to me and says "hi, this might sound crazy to you since we just met and all, but we really need a place to stay. Our hotel is surrounded by girls pounding on the walls and we couldn't get back in, so we have to go somewhere else. And before you ask why we didn't just go to another hotel, let me finish. We can't go anywhere hotel-wise because somehow the fans always find a way to find where we are staying unless it's an actual house. So, can we stay?" They all looked at me while I looked at blondie. "Fine," I said, then I pointed to blondie "but you have some explaining to do." He nods as I let them in. We go into the living room and he sighs before saying "right. Well, have you heard of One-Direction?"

(A/N) So how is it so far? I just hope it's not too fast or unoriginal. I just wanted to help a friend out. Leave comments and all that jazz. Try to update soon. Peace out!