Promise

Chapter 1.

This book is a work of fiction. In no way is any part of this real. I hope you enjoy!

It's mid July. The heat outside is terrible. I don't want to do anything other than stay nice and cool inside the house, but my mother is forcing me to do otherwise.

She's the type of 'get up and go' person. She would much rather be out hiking than sitting in and enjoying a nice movie. Quite frankly, it annoys the life out of me, but hey, if my mom loves it and it's healthy then I say let her do what she wants. It's not like it won't benefit me later in life. It wouldn't be healthy if all I did was sit around and watch movies all day, so maybe I could use a little torture, or in other words physical activity.

About three days ago she told me that I had to go to my cousin's birthday party, much to my dismissal. My mother won't take no for an answer. She'd much rather ground you or bribe you, depending on the situation. In this current situation she bribed me with a new curling iron, so of course I took the offer.

Skip forward to the day of the party and now I'm stuck rushing and trying to get ready thirty minutes before we leave. Because I suck at time management.

"Hurry up, Shell. We need to leave."

"Okay mom, just give me a second," I roll my eyes. I don't even want to go to this stupid party in the first place. If she wasn't forcing me to go then I would be in bed surrounded by junk food, watching Netflix. Living life the way I like.

I put the final touches on my makeup and log onto twitter. I need to get my fix of social media before we leave, so I won't be craving it and wondering what I'm missing out on all night. My news feed is mostly boring and uninteresting tweets, until an interesting one catches my eye.

"@NiallOfficial: Hi everybody! The lads & I are having a contest for one lucky fan to meet us, just tweet with the hashtag #1Dcontest & we'll randomly select a winner!"

Holy shit. Obviously I stopped what I was doing and immediately starting tweeting with the hashtag as many times as I could. I wanted to win so bad. One Direction had always been my favorite band and I was dying to meet them. Seeing their smiles in person would surely kill me, but it was well worth the risk. I must have tweeted twenty times before my mom broke through my thoughts.

"Shell! C'mon! Don't make me come up there and drag you down here!"

"Okay, okay! I'll be there in a sec," I yelled back.

I typed in a final "#1Dcontest" and tweeted it before running downstairs, praying that I will be the winner.
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When I got in the car my mom started questioning me and giving me the stern 'you knew we were waiting, so why'd you take so long' look. Sometimes that woman got on my last nerve. I couldn't do anything without her asking me a million questions. At times it was a little ridiculous, but I can see why she is aggravated at me now. I did keep her and my brother waiting for about fifteen extra minutes.

She had said, "Toby and I have been waiting for twenty minutes. You knew we were ready to leave, but you only think about yourself and how long it will take to make that face look pretty."

To which I replied, "Mom. Calm down. I had some business to take care of, don't worry about it."

I could tell she was wondering what I could meant by "business," but she let it slide. The rest of the car ride was dull and normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about my chances of being able to meet One Direction.

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A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfic.
Sorry if it sucks.
Also, sorry for any grammatical or punctuational errors.
I hope you keep reading!!
Love you!