How it All Started (A One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 6

"We're here!"

A round of screams escapes from the boys mouths that make me feel like I'm going deaf. And they say the fans screaming is bad.

"Okay everyone out. I'll get the bags from the trunk" Liam said from the front seat.

We all did as we were told and piled out of the car, which wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Everyone tried to scramble out at the same time. At one point I got kicked in the back and I'm pretty sure it was someone's elbow that whacked me in the face. Normal people just slide out of the seats, but no, One Direction don't wait for others to move.

I eventually found my way out of the car, and it felt so good to just stand up, I stretched my back and my legs.

"Sorry about that, the boys are just really exited" I hear a deep Irish voice say behind my neck, which causes me to shiver involuntarily.

"It's...it's fine.... N-no big deal" I say, trying to force a smile on my face. I don't know what it is about Niall, but he just makes me feel weak.

I don't know if it's his deep, beautiful blue eyes or his toned body or his fluffy hair or how damn sweet he is or Brooke you need to stop right now you probably look like an idiot rambling to yourself inside of your head about how much you like Niall.

Wait... What?

"HEY BROOKE!" Eleanor yells basically right in my ear, which startles me.

"Don't do that, you scare the crap out of me every time!" I giggle back.

"Fine!" She laughs back.

We instinctively start walking back to where all of the boys are to see what were going to do first. The spot they've stopped in, I'm assuming where we're camping, is not too far from where we parked, but it is pretty secluded.

The area was fairly big, enough for a couple tents and had a fire pit. It was surrounded mostly by trees so I don't think people can even see us. Each site had a picnic table. We wouldn't all fit in one so Harry and Zayn walked to the nearest site and grabbed that table, bringing it next to ours. I hope no one needed that...oh well.

Lou and I both looked at each other then screamed, "Swiper, no swiping," as they placed the stolen table on our campsite.

Everyone looked at us like we were crazy but we just carried on like nothing happened. Lou kicked at the gravel and I picked at my nails. We always used to scream stuff from kids shows and see if people got weirded out, then act like nothing happened....yeah, we're strange people. I can't wait until someone's phone rings (Insert evil face) Mwahahahahaha.

"Okay guys," Harry said to break the silence, "we need to pitch the tents. There's three of them; Eleanor and Brooke, you'll have one. Zayn, Liam, and I will have another and Louis and Niall can have the other." Harry said very properly.

"Well, we need to put them together now so where are they?" I asked.

"Oh... They're over there but you and Eleanor don't have to help it's fine" Liam said politely.

Oh hell no.

"Um, excuse me," Eleanor started, "we can put the tent together faster than you guys probably can." She said, basically taking the words right out of my mouth.

"Is that a challenge?" Louis stepped up and asked.

"Yup." I said confidently.

"Okay then let's make this interesting. The losing teams have to jump into the lake with all of their clothes on."

"Deal" we all replied in unison.

Harry gave each group a tent (me and El, him Zayn and Liam, Niall and Louis) and I knew we would win. When I was little, my family used to go camping all the time and I could put this tent together in my sleep.