Stuck with One Direction

Chapter 1

Carter's P.O.V

I check the time on my white iPhone 5 as I look around the coffee shop hoping to find my best friend who is twenty minutes late and groan as I can't find him. He is always late.

Why am I his friend again? I wonder and chuckle at the memory of how him and I became friends as it pops into my head.

*6 years ago*

"Yo, Alex, come on already, pick something and let's go!" I grunt at my best friend since the diaper days.

He is looking for a Christmas gift for his mom and it's taking him forever to decide what he should buy. It doesn't matter, she will wear it only because her son bought it for her not because she likes it!

I seriously should have stayed at the dorms. I can't believe I agreed coming to the place that I hate the most - the mall.

There is nothing in this world that I hate more than shopping. I know most girls love to go shopping but that's what makes me different from them. I absolutely hate shopping. The longest I have been in a mall was a hour but not because I was busy with looking for the perfect outfit, no, I was here for that long because they were giving away free food. I smile at the thought of my biggest love, food. I love food.

My motto is "if it's eatable then it's in my stomach".

"Okay, calm your tits and go buy something while I decide what I should get for my mom!" He groans.

I always wonder why I'm friends with such an idiot but then I remember when we were at kindergarten and he gave me half of his sandwich, and that's how our beautiful and annoying friendship took off.

"It's like you don't know me!" I fake a gasp and eventually decide to do what he said. I do need new shirts.

I walk around Hollister and quickly eye any piece of clothing that catches my eye for a second but not making an effort to actually look and grab it.

I truly do need new clothes, I can't keep wearing Alex's or else I will soon start smelling like him, but I'm too lazy to come to the mall and like I mentioned before I hate shopping.

A blue-grey shirt actually catches my eye for more than a second and I grab it. It has a print of "Rock N' Roll" and I actually do like it. It's a boys' shirt but I don't care, it's not like I haven't worn boys clothes before, besides pants though, that would just be too odd.

As I grab a hold of the shirt I feel someone else grab it trying to snatch it from my hand.

Oh, no, I saw this shirt first so it makes it mine!

"Let go, it's mine!" I growl at the tall brunet boy that is trying to steal my shirt and send him dead glares.

I look up and down at him hoping to intimidate him, which is kind of impossible considering the fact that he is quite bigger than me and boy, those biceps he has can flip me to China by just one touch, while in the other hand the only damage I can cause to this giant is break his nail.

I wonder why he wants this shirt though. He is gigantic and this shirt for sure won't fit him, if he tries putting it he will end up ripping it, and that's something we won't want to happen to such a cool shirt.

"No, I saw it first!" He argues making his British accent more presentable as he makes his voice low and deep.

"No you did not, I grabbed it and you tried to snatch it out of my hand!" I raise my voice making the costumers inside the store look at us with a scared and confused look.

Don't you have a life, what are you looking at? I say inside my head.

"Oh, come on, you are a girl, why do you need a boys' shirt? Did your ex boyfriend have the exact one so you want to cuddle with it?" He grins as my jaw drops at his stupidity.