Two Mermaids and One Direction

Chapter I

Brittany POV

It was a sunny day in California, perfect. I stepped out of the bathtub and dried off, I had just gotton back from the beach. I walked into my closet in just a towel and threw on some black shorts and a black tanktop that said: DON'T HATE, APPRECIATE. I laced up some combat boots and shook my now damp hair out.

I grabbed my phone and walked out the door of the apartment I was living in with my parents' former close friend, Frank.

Ok, so I wanted some Combos from Frank's Deli. Easy plan. In ten minutes, I was there. As I stepped in, I noticed the line of magazines by the door. One Direction this, One Direction that! Take a break! These stupid fan girls will never date them! Never!

Frank smiled at me. "Brittany! Back for the usual?" I nodded. He looked past me, out the window. "What the hell?!" He blurted out. I looked where he stared. My mouth dropped. Holy shit.

In an instant, they were here. All five of them. Panting. Sweating. Hiding from the screaming girls out side. Of all people! One Direction stood in front of me. We stared for a while. Then Frank ran towards the door and put a lock on it. A big heavy metal lock. "Now what? I'm trapped in here with the five boys on those stupid magazines over there!" Frank looked annoyed, talking to himself more than he was to us. I looked at the boys; they looked at me.

I was so screwed.

"Hello love," I think his name is Harry. He reached out to shake my hand. All I thought was "Uh, hell no." I slapped his hand away. Oops! Anger issues. "I'm sorry! I just-"

"Got lost in my eyes?" He cut me off. That prick had better be kidding me. He smirked. Arrogant much?

"Excuse you, but no. I would never get lost in your eyes!

"Sorry about him; What's your name?" He asked.

"Brittany." I say, arms folded. I turn away. Hey, One Direction might be here, but Brit wants her Combos!

I sit on the floor of Frank's Deli, munching on my 4th bag of Combos and sipping my 2nd coke. I know I'm being watched by 5 boys, and probably like, 300 screaming girls.

The boys are rambling on about some stupid shit while I'm trying to figure out how to get out of here.

"Uh, guys" One of them- the one with awkwardly styled jet black hair says

"What?" We all yell in sync. He points out the window of the store we're at. A huge mob of around 300 screaming girls running towards us.

"Those girls are getting a lot closer."

We all looked out the window, only to see hoards of girls, and nothing else.

I stand up, wiping the crumbs off my "Don't Hate, Appreciate" tank top and black shorts, and onto the floor by my combat boots.

Then all of a sudden, it happened so quickly. Frankie grabbed a water bottle and unscrewed the cap. The fake-blonde guy tripped and knocked the water bottle right out of Frankie's hands. Water splashed onto my shirt and shorts, thank God I was wearing black. I shrieked and everyone turned towards me. I panicked and ran towards the back, with only a few seconds left.

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p.s: Brittany pic to the side