Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Unexpected Fan Gift

yeah, this one was written when i was still contemplating to publish the book

haha, i was prolonging it because i feel like there are better ideas and chapters to come and be uploaded

but anyways, i hope you all will like this one!

haply reading, everyone! 💖

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It was no surprise for One Direction to have an immense support and appreciation coming from the fans; they have encountered and have a fair share of experience dealing with some wholesome and some worrisome; it sometimes reaches to a scary encounter. Though not all the time, there were some.

Even Y/N has her share of scary encounter with fans, stalkers at some point and she hopes to never experience it again, but that's the disadvantage that comes along with living her dream. And this day happens to be one of those days she dreads the most.

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They just returned after a successful leg of their tour, and the atmosphere in their shared flat was buzzing with excitement. Y/N was in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines, her mind drifting between thoughts of the concert and what delicious meal Niall was cooking in the kitchen. 

The rest of the boys were scattered throughout the flat, each absorbed in their own post-tour wind-down activities.

Just as she settled into a comfortable spot on the couch, a sharp knock echoed from the front door, jolting her from her reverie. Harry glanced up from his phone, curiosity piqued.

"Who could that be?" he asked, pushing himself up from his spot on the floor.

"I'll get it" Y/N offered, eager to break the monotony. She jumped up and made her way to the door, wondering if it was another fan dropping off something for the boys or just a delivery.

When she opened the door, she found a courier standing there, holding a large cardboard box. "Yes?"

"Package for Y/N," he said with a disinterested tone, thrusting the box into her hands without a second thought. "Uh, thanks?" Y/N replied, feeling a slight chill run down her spine as she accepted the box. It was heavier than she expected and had no return address, only a faded sticker that read "Handle with care."

She closed the door behind her, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I didn't order anything, though?" she muttered, glancing back at the boys, who were now watching her with curious expressions.

What's that?" Zayn asked, pointing at the box.

"I have no idea. It was just delivered to me," she answered, setting the box down on the coffee table.

"Open it!" Louis urged, excitement dancing in his eyes. "It could be something cool!" Y/N hesitated for a moment, considering that they just got back from tour and she wasn't expecting any deliveries, this package does seem suspicious.

She glanced at Liam, almost sending him a signal if it's right to open an unexpected package. Though even Liam himself is intrigued with what the box might be offering.

Something about the box felt off, a nagging feeling that she couldn't quite place. But the thrill of the unknown overpowered her instinct, and she reached for a pair of scissors to slice through the packing tape. "Hmm.."

As the last piece of tape gave way, she lifted the flaps and peered inside. The contents were obscured by dark, crumpled paper. She carefully pulled it back, revealing an assortment of odd items: a cracked mirror, and what appeared to be a tattered doll with a stitched-up mouth and empty eyes.