Two Americans And 1D? You Got An Adventure!

Two Americans And One Direction? You Got Yourself A Recipe For Adventure!

SO! This fan fiction is not for me, obviously since I'm not a fan of the boy band, but it is for a good friend of mine Maria Ramirez! Awesome bff and total directioner.......could also be called Niall's bitch or Nialler. So yeah, um, here it is! Boy did I feel like a stalker while making this whole book thing... AND PLEASE DO NOT HATE THIS STORY OR I WILL GO ALL DONKEY KONG CRAZY ON YOU!Enjoy~

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Chapter 1 Maria's POV

I sighed, looking at my cup of tea along with my best friend Frost. She was wearing a sky blue tank top, white shorts, a long grey sweater and some grey converse with her long brown hair loose in natural curls( so jealous of that hair). I on the other hand had a light pink, slightly frilly shirt, black skinny jeans, pink flats and my medium length light brown hair was in a loose pony tail. We were currently in London, England-yeah, seems exciting right? Hahaha wrong. The both of us went sight seeing all over the place, got flirted at by a bunch of guys ( about 20 of them. What can I say? I'm smexy~) and even went to a pub; Frost sure had an amazing timeover there and sang in this fluent irish accent! But what I was secretly wishing for is that a certain British/Irish boy band ran into us. Yup; I'm a Directioner and Frost over here is a total tumblr gal. Alas, I guess I'm wishing for too much now aren't I? I sighed again as I grabbed my cup of tea and drank the last bit of it, the chamomile leaving a crisp taste in my mouth. Frost was a bit annoyed with all of the sighing and gentley smacked my right cheek. "Oww..." "Oh shut it, woman. I know that you were thinking about 1D and all the ways that you could possibly get their phone numbers, addresses and other junk. Besides, you know that the chances of meeting them are, like, one in a kajillion; not that I'm not in the same situation with my Chris Evans and Tom Daley...." I nodded my head in understanding. "True, true." Her hand reached over the table and patted my head gentley before I swatted it away. A pout formed on Frost's face. " Cheer up! We are in London, England for pete's sake, mate! If you're tired of London then you're tired of life!" Her fake british accent had me laughing as I sent her an energetic smile. " Now that's more like it. Now let's blow this popsicle stand!" We both fist pumped at the statement and were heading out the door when Frost grabbed my arm. " Wait a mother fuckin minute and shut the fuck up....They had a black and white cookie in there. MUST HAVE!!!!" And with that, she ran to the cashier to order one. Damn that girl has a bottomless pit for a stomach. As I was waiting for Frost, I noticed this really cute blonde guy at the corner of the room with a blue button-up shirt, white jeans, sneakers and..black shades? The man did seem a bit familiar, though. " Ok, let's roll." I looked in front of me to see Frost already stuffing her face with the cookie; didn't even save me a piece! " And before you go all ape shit on me, here." The girl handed me a milk chocolate truffle. " Yeah, that's what I thought you'd get for me." I said with a smirk. Frost rolled her eyes, twirled me around forcefully and shoved me out the door. That blonde guy was watching us curiously all the while, which was creeping the shit out of me. Once we were outside, Frost rubbed her hands together with a goofy smirk. " So, where to now?" I thought for a bit and looked at one of those cool accessory stores up ahead. " Let's check that place out." Frost's eyes lit up instantly when she saw some dog tag necklaces on display and ran ahead, effectively bumping into a man about our age-maybe older. He had a black leather jacket, grey t-shirt, jeans and black shoes along with some dark shades; he had some stubble along his face and a familiar looking quiff. There's something definitely familiar about this man...

Frost's POV

I looked up at the man I bumped into in surprise. " I-I'm so sorry sir! I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you ok?" Damn me and my clumsiness. Now he'll probably get pissed at me and try to make me feel bad. His eyebrows rose as he looked at me and shook his head no with a smile. " Just try to be more careful next time. Don't want a beautiful lady getting hurt." He said so softly. A blush over took my face as I stood there in shock at the compliment. My eyes found interest at the ground before I mumbled a quick 'sorry again' and walked into the store. I can never get used to guys complimenting me- its just too weird. I dared myself to look behind me to see if the dude was still there, and surprisingly, he looked to be gazing at me through the window display. I waved goodbye to him shyly before he chuckled, returned the gesture and walked away. A soft sigh left my lips before I turned around, only to find Maria smirking at me. My face felt hot as I looked away quickly. " Shut up." " Didn't say anything Ana~." I sent her a glare. " Told you not to call me that anymore." " But it is part if your name; Anabelle Frost Jones~!" I punched Maria in the arm playfully and started to look around the shop. There were some pretty cool things in here, like earrings, necklaces, graphic t-shirts, bracelets and even bags. As I passed by a section full of One Direction Crap, a low groan left my lips; these guys are seriously and literally everywhere. But one thing did catch my eye- a silver dog tag necklace with the Union Jack on the front and the words " United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" on the back. I quickly grabbed it from the stand and also a cool silver cuff earring to match. " Maria! You ready to roll? I'm gonna go pay now." Her head popped out of one of the isles with purses and nodded her head. She ran up to me and handed a black sling over purse with the Union Jack in black and white on the front. Awesome! "Thought that you may like it." " Dude, love it. Thanks a lot by the way." Maria simply shrugged her shoulders. " I try my best- now go and pay." I obeyed, payed for our stuff and headed out the door with the bag. I quickly took out the purse (seriously hate that word...) and placed my wallet, iPhone, car keys, gum and camera in it. "How the hell do you carry that stuff with you all the time?" Maria asked. " Gotta have that junk and you know it, man." Just before she was going to say something back, very loud screams erupted from around the block. " RUN RUN RUN!!!" I heard a man yell. My adventurous side kicked in to full gear as I dragged Maria with me towards the noise. " Usually when there's a ton of noise like that, a normal person would run away!" She yelled. " YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT IM NOT NORMAL!!!" It was then that five boys around our age, including the guy I bumped into and the one from the tea shop, came running towards us. Everything suddenly went slow-mode as the chaos came closer and closer towards us. Maria yanked my arm behind me and sent us running away from the crowd. A laugh left me as I saw Maria scared shitless. " This is just like the bull run in Spain, huh?!?!" "JUST SHUT UP AN FIND THE JEEP!!!" The crowd was only about 50 feet away from us before Maria found the car; she slipped into shotgun while I slid over the hood and into the drivers seat. I jammed the key into it's place right before turning the car on and gunning it towards the five guys being chased. I rolled my window down and honked at them to get their attention- A few of them turned my way. " Get in before you get slaughtered by those girls!" One guy with barely any hair looked my way before getting the others to jump in the car. An evil smirk crept on my face before gunning it at full speed away from the crowd. I'M SO ENJOYING THIS! As the car was going at about 40 miles per hour, I turned towards Maria with my hands behind my head and knees steering the wheel. " 'Sup Maria?" "WILL YOU CUT THE BULL AND JUST DRIVE LIKE A SANE PERSON?!" I shook my head no as I popped some apple bubble gum in my mouth; this ain't no life or death situation, am I right? Next thing I know, the freaking woman smacked me on the shoulder. HARD. I gripped my shoulder and looked at Maria in mock shock. With a British accent, I said " OOOOWWWWWW! CHARLIE HIT ME! THAT REALLY HURT!" The guys in the back were trying to stiffle their laughs before one of them just let go and leaned into one of the other guys shoulders. Maria just laughed along with them soon after; ahhh, the power of randomness and old youtube videos.

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So it was about ten minutes later before I decided to cut the engine besides an empty park, since SOME crazy fan girls were crazy fast with high stamina. Maria looked like she saw a ghost as I swung my head towards the back seats of the car. There were four brunettes and one blonde guy; one had a quiff, another with curly hair, some guy with a jar-head sorta look, this one guy that looked like the singer from Fun. and the blonde with some sort of hairstyle-you know what? Fuck it. I JUST CAN'T NAME HAIRSTYLES! I MEAN, COME ON; TOMBOY OVER HERE! I rolled my eyes at the thought and focused on the guys again. "So, mind telling me what the hell all of that was about? I'm pretty sure that was some kind of warzone reinactment or some shit like that." Curly made a ridiculous face before motioning to his buds and him with his hand. I nodded my head slowly. " Yeah, I know. Five guys are in my car that have some explaining to do before I beat the shit out of them to get it." Their eyes widened before just yelling out some random junk that made no sense, like 'Kevin' and ' Not the hair!'. "JUST SHUT UP ALREADY AND LET ONE OF THE GUYS EXPLAIN! I could've left you guys with that mob to die, so just shut. The. Hell. Up." Maria smacked the back of my head while sending me an evil glare. " Just drop the tough girl act already. Sorry about that, fellas." While the boys were still a bit shaken up from my supposed 'act', I summoned from the very deep, dark part of myself a glare so intense, so cold, so heated that a trained marines officer would have coward away.......This muther fuckin bitch didn't! A sigh left my lips before rubbing my forehead in a stressed way before something hit me about the dudes- their like one of those fan fics from wattpad ;). " You really don't know who we are?" Jar head guy said. I looked towards them one last time in deep thought; a bad boy, a parent, a goof ball, flirt and innocent dude. Really nice hairstyles and fashionable clothes, they seem to look like they're important....... who are they? And why do I have to give a shit.

Maria's pov

It felt like hours ( which was actually, like, 14 seconds) that Frost has been pondering in thought about the boys. How is it so hard to realize who they are? They're a flipping international boy band for god's sake! I let out an agrivated groan before tugging on her sweater. " Hm? What's up?" I made a 1D sign with my hands. " One D. What the hel...........holy shit." Frost looked at each of them before a huge smile came on her face. She grabbed both of my hands and stared straight into my eyes. " Maria, do you know what this means?" " No. What?" Frost's smile completely fell as she let go of my hands. " You don't get to talk about or fan girl over them for a while." She faced the roof of the car with her hands raised. " Thank the lord of all mighty! I get a break from this Directioner fandom!" I pinched Frost's arm hard before she shoved my head slowly towards the window of the car. " You can't touch my awesomness!!" " Yes I can." " Can somebody please tell me what's going on and what's gonna happen?" Liam pipped up. Frost snapped her fingers before turning the car on again and looked at the band. " Here's the plan since you asked so nicely, my good sir. We go to the hotel where Maria and I are staying at, The Montcalm, and call your management or who ever's in charge that you're still alive. Deal? I'll even tie this Directioner down over there." She stuck a thumb at me and I shoved her in mock hurt. She laughed a bit and made a knowing look on her face. " Don't hate me, my little Leprechan Lover." " I told you not to call me that and I'm hating." "Oh hush; you love that nickname. Admit it~!" I stuck my tongue at her jockingly and looked back at the boy band. They murmured amongst themselves, throwing glances at us here and there before nodding their heads. " Sounds good to us!" Niall yelled. Frost sent them a wide grin and stuck a thumb at herself. " The name's Anabelle Frost Jones, the wackjob of the amazing duo along with Maria Savernotta, the girly fan girl. I know all of your names because of a CERTAIN girl," She glanced my way as I looked down taking interest at my shoes. "And let me tell ya the truth, I feel stalkerish because of that. Now let's roll!" With that, Frost drove towards the hotel with Louis yelling "I'm so going to post this on Twitter!"

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Never again shall I make a fan fic based on real people; just feels too stalkerish and makes my life seem very desperate and junk. So yeah, hoped you enjoyed this and Maria, if you're reading this, I FOUND THAT BOOK IN THE COURTYARD AFTER SCHOOL ON FRIDAY! Peace out, bros~