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

SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!

Author's Note: don't worry all I did was change the title of this chapter its still exactly the same. Except for this note... read on!

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I'm sitting on the computer, finding Doctor Who pictures on Pinterest. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"Who could that be?" I mutter to myself. I get up and walk to the door. It rings again. "Alright I'm coming!" I shout. I yank open the door. There stands One Direction.

"Hello, Emily!" they sing in unision, like they always do.

"Hi! What are you guys doing here?" I ask.

"Well...we were driving through town, on our way to our next town after Seattle, when we thought we'd come see our best gal pal!" Liam replied.

"But you guys aren't supposed to come back for 3 months!" I protest.

"Yeah, okay maybe we missed the one person who doesn't love us just cuz we're famous." Niall admits. "I'm hungry. Let's go to Nando's!"

"Come in guys. Niall, you know there's no Nando's here." I say.

"Actually, I think you're coming with us." Louis grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. He runs to the limo in front of my house and tosses me in the back. The 5 boys scramble in, trapping me.

"DRIVE!" Harry screams. The car leaps forward.

"Hey! Where are we going?" I shriek.

"Since your mom forbade us from taking you across the country, we're going to the mall and taking you on a shopping spree." Zayn answers.

"Why? I'm not letting you spend all your money on me!" I protest loudly.

"We can't make it for your birthday." Niall admits. "So you are just going to have to deal."

The limo parks, and Harry carries me over his shoulder to the mall. "Stop squirming and calm down." he orders.

Inside, he sets me down. Harry and Liam firmly grab my arms and drag me forward. "The stores here are so limited!" Liam groans.

Our first stop is Fuego, since the boys know it's my favorite store. They're looking at a shirt to force me into, when I see a promising sight. Possibly the only thing to save me from One Direction spoiling me.

"Hanna!" I scream. "Hanna Speer, you get over here! Save me!"

Hanna whips her head to the side. "Emily! What's wrong!" she rushes to me.

"One Direction is intent on celebrating my birthday a month early by spending a bunch of money on me and I don't want them to!" I explain.

She blinks. "What?"

"Hey Emily, who's your friend?" Niall says from behind me.

"Hanna Speer, meet Niall Horan. Niall, Hanna." I say.

"Is-is th-that th-the N-niall? Like from One D-direction?" Hanna stutters.

"Yeah. Problem?" I reply.

"Emily, why is One Direction here? Why would they celebrate YOUR birthday?" she squeaks.

"Because, I have known Niall forever and am good friends with all 5 of them." I smile.

"What's going on?" Harry asks.

"Emily found another of her gal friends." Niall chuckles.

"Whoah, she looks sick!" Liam exclaims.

"So. Now you've met One Direction." I laugh.

"I still don't understand your problem. One Direction spending money on you? Yes please!" she shakes her head.

"I just don't like them spending all this money on me and me not being able to do something back." I answer.

"Hey! Who said you didn't do anything back?!" Louis grabs me and spins me around to face him. "You do realize you're the only person who's kept us sane? The only girl who doesn't freak out when she see's us!"

"You guys are never sane!" I duck out from under his hands. "Hey, Hanna wanna hang out and protect me from these dorks?"

"Um, let me think, YES!" she screams.

The 7 of us hang out the rest of the day and, despite much arguing, we both end up with several large bags. We also get pictures in the photo booth. Hanna slaps me because I didn't introduce her sooner (like Emily Johnson). The boys insist on driving Hanna and me home. On the way, I say "I don't know why everyone is head-over-heels for you guys!" They laugh.

"It's because they're good singers and cute. And funny and nice and generous, like I just found out." Hanna laughs.

"Next time, we're taking you to Nando's!" Niall shouts.