Is This Real?

This cannot be true.

You look over at your 8 year old sister, who is waiting for the timer to go down on the computer screen. The timer to determine if she would win the One Direction Contest.

"Abby, get over it. You will never win one of those dumb contests. They are all fake!" you spat.

She turned around for just one second and gave you 'evil eyes' to show you she was angry at you.

"Whatever, don't believe me."

You turn back to your television, where 'Awkward.' is currently playing, and you get caught up in how gorgeous Matty is, until screams and shouts of excitement comes from out of Abby.

You sighed, looked at her.. annoyed. "What is it now, Abby? Did someone post a new picture of your lovely british boyband on google?" you said, sarcasticly

"No, stupid..."

"well,"

"oh... I WON THE CONTEST! I WON, I WON, I WON!!!"

In disbelief, you got up and went straight to the computer. Abby was right.

In big letters, 'CONGRATULATIONS ABBY, YOU GET TO SPEND A DAY WITH ONE DIRECTION!', followed by 'Please put down your address, phone number and email so we can contact you.'

That's exactly what I did.

Really? I think they are trying to trick us. I don't believe that One Direction is going to come here, in the middle of nowhere. God, I bet you that they won't even show up. Ugh, those piece of shits, getting us all excited over nothing, nothing at all..

Your thoughts drove you insane. If the contest was fake, then who was getting all of your information? Why would they do something like that in the first place, doing a fake contest?

*A Week Later*

"Abby, when is One Direction supposed be here?" sarcastic, sarcastic, sarcastic.

"Soon, I promise!" she is so confident.

It is 3:12 in the afternoon, and it has been a week since Abby 'won' that contest, and yet they haven't came.

You believed 15% that they were 'really' coming..

And 85% that the whole thing was a scam..

But, you weren't exactly sure..

-Liam's POV-

We were on the way to our winner, Abby's house. She didn't leave an age, or picture on the application. I really hope she won't be a crazy, obsessed, annoying fan. I hope she is pretty, and my age. I hope we will fall in Love, but I might be getting way over my head on this one.

Once we arrived, we all got out of the limo and headed for the house.

Harry, Louis and Zayn were all walking in a slow-motion walk. Not giving one damn.

Niall ran to the house, all excited. Like he knew exactly whose house we are going to. Like he knew that there would be a pretty girl behind that door, waiting for us.

Then there was me. Not walking slow, yet not running. Right in the middle of the other boys.

Niall waited eagerly for us to meet him at the door, "Hurry up, Guys!,"

"Chill out, Niall. It's probably just a crazed fan, who after today, we will never see again." Louis sighed.

Then there were echoes of "yeah's" coming from Harry, and Zayn.

Once, we all reached the house, Niall rung the doorbell. Then again, he rung it., and again.

"Niall stop for God sakes. You are gonna scare her."

"Fine." Niall whined.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and gasps from everyone spat out of their mouths.