I don't know why everyone is head-over-heels for you guys!

"Oh yeah! You're dead, Louis!" I shout.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Louis Tomlinson screams in disbelief.

"Oooooo Lou got beat by a girl!" Harry Styles crows.

"You're next Harry!" I immediately turn my character to where I knew Harry's hides.

"Oh yeah? Help me Zayn!" Harry answers.

"Haha, we've got you now, Emily!" Zayn laughs.

"Two against one, no fair! Liam! Join me!" I cry out.

"Two against two!" Liam's character and mine slowly move forward. Harry's and Zayn's move from their hiding spot and suddenly, we're shooting each other. I'm the last one standing.

"Woohoo! I win, I win!! Eat that, boys!" I'm jumping up and down on the couch. 

"Wait a second. Where's Niall?" Louis asks.

"Where do you think? In the kitchen eating all of my food." I reply. "Hey! I've got a plan." I whisper to the others exactly what to do.

"Oh yeah, Emily's not winning this time!" Harry shouts. 

"Ha! We've got this!" Zayn screams. Harry and Zayn continue to shout from the living room. Liam, Louis and I are sneaking to the kitchen. Just as I suspected, Niall is chowing down. We creep up behind him, and start tickling him.

"HEY! What the heck, you guys!" he falls down, dropping his food. He's laughing so hard and the shouts from the living room have stopped. I turn in time to see Harry and Zayn crouched down, poised to leap.

Just then, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" I hollar running for the door. I look behind me to see the 5 boys right behind me. 

"I wanna open the door!" Niall shrieks.

I get to the door first. I yank it open and there stands my Directioner friend Emily Johnson.

"Is that One Direction?!" She croaks. Then, she faints.

"Oh yeah, we're famous." Liam says from behind me. I burst out laughing. Emily wakes up after 3 seconds.

"Emily?! Why the heck is the world famous boy band One Direction at your house?!" she scrambles onto her feet.

"We were playing video games and tickling Niall." I answer.

"Why?!" she repeats.

"We're good friends. And I've known Niall, like, forever." I reply.

"Wait, your name is Emily, too? No way!" Harry exclaims.

"Yeah. We're both Emily. She's Emily Johnson and hopes to be Emily Styles." I laugh. Emily glares at me.

"Emily Ollila, you told me you don't like One Direction." she growls.

"Come in, you look hungry. Hopefull we have some food around, but then Niall's been here." I gesture for her to come in.

She plunks herself on my couch.  "What the heck." she says.

"Well...when I said I don't really like One Direction I meant I'm not in love with 5 celebrities I'd probably never meet. However, I am friends with Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn 5 immature guys who just happen to be a world famous boy band." I smirk.

After about 5 minutes, Emily Johnson is playing Call of Duty with her favorite band and friend Emily Ollila. She comes by every time the guys are in town and constantly smacks Emily for not introducing her sooner.