Dear Diary, (One Direction fanfic)

May 18th

Edited

May 18th

1:45 PM

Dear Diary,

 

Apparently, the band’s name is One Direction and they’re supposedly the ‘hottest thing’ in the world right now. I guess that would explain my sister’s and mom’s new shopping addiction.

 

Anyways, the flight was crazy because when I landed, there was an immense mob of people. They were desperately trying to take pictures of me, which is definitely not okay! When I finally managed to get my hefty bags from the baggage claim, Louis was nowhere to be seen. Despicable, some brother he is, not even bothered to pick his poor sister up when she’s in a different continent! Did I mention I’m freaking stranded in AUSTRALIA?

 

I went out to try and find him, or at least catch a cab, but all I could hear was screaming girls. It gets pretty annoying after a while a couple of minutes later, a black van pulls up beside me, some guy got out and started randomly taking me bags… what is this?

 

“You’re Stacy…right?” I simply nod. He was pretty cure. At least if I were to get kidnapped, the guy was cute.

 

“Who are you?” I ask after we get on the freeway for a couple of minutes.

 

“I’m Zayn? I’m in the band with your brother. Wait, if you didn’t know who I was then why did you get in the van?” He asked seriously surprised. I’m not sure if it’s because I willingly got in a car with a stranger or that I didn’t know who he was.

 

“You were cute and I was waiting there for like half an hour and couldn’t find Louis. So, I figured he wasn’t coming,” I answered truthfully. Probably wouldn’t want to start out by lying.

 

“He wanted to but Harry got food poisoning. He’s currently taking care of him so he sent me. He can’t wait to see you! All he’s been able to do is talk about you for the last month, that’s how excited he is to see you. He misses you.” He replies what seems like sincerity.

 

“He misses me? That’s like an obese kid missing veggies.” I say trying not to laugh. “You don’t have to pretend he’s excited to see me, I know he isn’t.”Before he could say anything else, the driver opened the door to reveal the tour bus.

 

“Welcome to your new home for the next three months!”

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“You have got to be kidding me! I am not living on that tiny tour bus for three whole months, especially not with five guys!” I scream beyond pissed.

 

“Actually there are nine,” I hear someone mumble behind me. I quickly turn around to find my brother standing there.

 

“Our band stays on the bus with us too.” He says with a smile. I grab the keys for the van from the driver and lock myself in it. I need time to think, this is a lot to process in one day.