Mafia Only Goes One Direction

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"BITCH HURRY THE FUCK UP. IF I MISS MY CHANCE, YOU WILL BE THROWN INTO NEXT YEAR!" I yell from the living room. Sierra bought tickets to the One Direction concert in Kentucky. We have to drive from West Virginia to get there and if I'm late, I will be beating someone up.

"YOU WILL BE FINE. DAMN," Sierra yells back. "That's it. Where is the ax?" I ask her mom. "How about you just knock..." her mom says. Sierra opens the door right as I was running full speed at the door. "WATCH THE MAKEUP!" She yells. "BITCH I GET TO SEE ONE DIRECTION, LETS GOOOOOOOO!" I scream. We both laugh our asses off, then get up.

"Rules," Sierra says. "Wait till we are in the car, damn," I say, running out the door. I have had the car packed and ready for over three days. I get in the driver's seat and lay my hand on the horn. "I'M COMING, God damn," Sierra says, getting in the passenger seat.

We put our seat belts on, then I floor it. "JO!" Sierra scolds. I roll my eyes and slow down. "Rules," Sierra says. What is she, my mother? "No sex, stay with you. No wondering. Sleep at a reasonable time, no breaking laws. No beating people, and no biting," I say in the most annoyed tone possible.

"And most importantly, have fun," Sierra says. We jam out to music for a while. No Control came on and I was dancing my heart out. After a couple of Gas Station trips and Taco Bell stops, we make it to the hotel. Some big dude, pushed me away from the hotel when I tried to enter. "What's the big deal bub? I just want to go to my room!" I yell.

I should bite the man, show him who's boss. Sierra must have read my mind because she shoved a burrito in my mouth and got in front of me. "Sir, we are staying in the hotel. Let me go in and get my key, I will come back out and show you for proof," Sierra says calmly. The man agrees, letting Sierra pass. I eat the burrito in two bites then get ready to attack the man.

I have been driving nonstop for how long? I just want a nap and he is keeping me from it. Right as I was about to attack, Sierra comes back with the key. "If you do, I will make you carry everything by yourself," she says. How does she know me this well? I'll end up carrying it all anyway. I sigh and hang my head down low.

She talks to the man, then grabs her backpack and walks to our room. It's on the third floor. Great, now to carry all this to our room, it is both of our stuff, so I do not see why I have to carry it all. After two trips, my glasses fall.....so do I. Down three flights of stairs I go. Weeeee, I guess. I hit my head a couple of times, and finally, stop when I am slammed into a person.

I don't move. If I play dead, everyone will leave me alone. "Someone move the dead body, the boys need to go to their rooms," a man says. Well damn, don't have to be so mean about it. I get kicked to the side. I am about to lose faith in humanity.

"Ay, don't kick the kid. They are hurt." Okay, I am actually dead now. I am one hundred percent sure that was Zayn Malik. I. CAN. NOT. BREATHE. I open my eyes and realize I can't see. Where the fuck are my glasses. Hell, they are half an inch thick. Literally.

"Someone call a medic." OH MY GOD, THAT WAS LOUIS TOMLINSON. "No, I'm fine," I say quickly. I hop up and accidentally step on my glasses. Crunch. Well shit. I grab them and run up the stairs faster than the eye can see. "WAIT, YOU ARE BLEEDING!" THAT WAS LIAM PAYNE. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU SIERRA?

I run into a plant and knock it over. Sierra walks over to me and laughs. "Bitch, the fuck happened to you?" "TAKE ME TO OUR ROOM NOW. CODE FUCKING ONE D," I scream. She rushes me to our room and shuts the door. She is serious now. "Tell me everything."

"Okay, so I was going down the steps and my glasses fell...and I fell with them. I pretended to play dead then this rude ass man kicked me out of the way. Then I heard Louis, Zayn, and Liam. I ran and crashed into a plant. Oh, and my glasses are a bit broken." I say almost as fast as I ran up here.

Sierra looks at me as if she is analyzing what I said. "Okay, first. Let's get you cleaned up so you can carry the stuff in. Second, you can relax and chill while I make us some food in the microwave. Third, YOU HAD AN ENCOUNTER WITH ONE DIRECTION...Wait, what about Harry and Niall?" She asks. "I didn't hear them," I say.

I get myself cleaned up while Sierra duck tapes my glasses. I'm not hurt too bad, just some bumps and bruises, and maybe a cut on my head, but we won't worry about that. I get hurt all the time, I don't even cry anymore. Hell, I ripped the tip of my finger off and I did not cry.

"Here, I tried," Sierra says, handing me my glasses. "Thanks, I'll be back. I'm almost done anyways," I say, putting my glasses on. I rush downstairs and out the door before anyone saw me. As I was making my way to the stairs with my arms full, I feel someone take some bags from me.

"Hello?" I say, getting ready to fight. "I thought you might need a bit of help. You seem to be struggling." And my heart stopped. It is Harry Styles, I could recognize his voice in a choir of a million. All I do is nod and go upstairs with him following behind me. Sierra left the door open, so I walk in and drop the thing on the floor. Harry Styles does the same.

Sierra walks out of the bathroom and her jaw drops. "How in the mother fucking universe are you still alive Jo," Sierra asks in shock. I can't talk, or breathe. "Oh shit, you won't be alive for long I see," she says, rushing over to me. My knees betray me and go weak. Harry catches me before I fall.

"Are they okay?" Harry asks. "He is just a Stan, um...since you have him...is he breathing?" Sierra responds awkwardly. He chuckles a bit and nods. "So um...Zayn is here right? I got to go. By bitch," after she says that, she is out the door.

"Well, since you are a fan, I think I should take a picture with you," he says, as I regain usage of my knees. I shake my head no and sit on my bed. He looks confused. "Okay, how about I help you unpack. You look a bit injured," he says, picking up a suitcase.

"HAZZAAAA, THERE IS A GIRL AND SHE STOLE ZAYN WHILE WE WERE PLAYING MARIO CART," and that would be Louis. He runs into the room, then gasps. "THAT IS THE KID WHO FELL DOWN THE STAIRS WHEN YOU WERE AT THE COFFEE SHOP," Louis yells and points at me. I flinch and look down.

I hate yelling. My parents fight a lot, they always have. Yelling triggers me sometimes, but I refuse to let it happen right now. "Oh my. So that's why he looks hurt," Harry says. "I though he was dead...." A management dude said. He came out of no where.

"Louis, you must go back to your room, Poperozzi knows you are here. Harry, well they don't know where you are, so just stay here," the man says. Louis and the man leave. Harry looks at me and smiles sympathetically. "Does yelling scare you?" He asks. I nod, keeping my head down.

"It's okay. I'm afraid of fireworks. Is it okay if I unpack this suitcase for you?" He asks. I look at it. It's just full of my clothes, so I nod. He helps unpack my things and learns that the fancy cases are Sierra's and the random rainbow bags are mine. Harry picks up my last bag, but this one is a baby blue.

"Is this yours?" He asks. I nod, I still haven't spoken a word. He goes to open it, but I stop him. He looks confused, but doesn't questions it. "You are all unpacked, it is getting late. I would go to my room, but I am not sure if the coast is clear for me yet. Want to watch a movie? I can order us something to eat," he offers.

I nod, when is Sierra getting back, she better not have gotten arrested again. She may or may not have beat our high school Algebra one teacher..... In her defense, the teacher was calling Tom Holland a waste of money. If it were a One Direction boy, I would be in prison for murder.

"So, I know you can talk, why do you not talk?"

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