In Love With a 1D Fangirl

Part 2

A/N: Magic Bunny made me a cover. Thanks, Bunny!

The sound of running water and the clink of dishes told Colin that his mother was in the kitchen. He closed the front door behind him quietly, and attempted to sneak past undetected. All he wanted was to escape to his room. 

“Colin, is that you? How was your day, sweetie?” The water shut off, and his mother appeared in the foyer.

Colin stopped but he didn’t face her. “I don’t know.”

“Nonsense. You experienced it. How can you not know?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“Are you OK? Did something happen?”

“I’m tired. I just want to lay down. I’ll be in my room.” Without waiting for an answer, he trudged off.

Dark, messy, and smelling faintly of dirty clothes, Colin’s room was his sanctuary. With an un-graceful movement, he closed the door and flopped onto his bed. Rolling over to the edge of the mattress, he reached down. His hand searched through the mess until he found the stereo remote. He mashed buttons with his thumb until the power light flicked on and the electric wail of a guitar filled the room.

“I don't know what the world may need, but I'm sure as hell that is starts with me and that's a wisdom, I've laughed at...”

One Direction. She seriously shot him down over One Direction. Worse, she called him Corry. Every time he played the scene in his head, he was left with an empty, hopeless feeling in his chest. When he thought about it, he wasn’t shocked things happened the way they did. Since seventh grade, he had maybe said a combined twenty words to Zowie. By most social standards they were barely even acquainted.

“'Cause, what the world needs now is another folk singer like I need a hole in my head.”

Despite all that, he couldn’t shake her image from his mind. Through the softly lit, airbrushed lens of his imagination, he gazed upon her. He noted the way her bangs framed her face, veiling her eyes just slightly. He appreciated the light pink color of her lips, and the welcoming shape of her mouth. In that perfect vision, her eyes sparkled with excitement back at him.  

“I don't know what the world may want, but some words of wisdom could comfort us. Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser.”

The mental image slid down, riding the gentle curve of her neck and shoulder as in slow-motion, before zooming out slightly and bringing her breasts into focus.  Perky beneath her shirt, they provided a hint of cleavage. Colin felt his heart rate begin to increase. Closing his eyes, he unbuttoned his pants.

“I don't know what the world may need, and I never grasped your complexities. I'd be happy just to get your attention.”

As his pants slid down, so did the imagined camera. Every lovely inch of the soft curves of her waist and hips came through in mental high definition. Her belly button peaked out beneath the hem of her shirt, a piercing giving off a small sparkle.

“I don't know what the world may want, but your long, sweet body lying next to mine could certainly raise my spirits.”

Zowie slid her hands up her sides and played with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it slowly and putting it back down, teasing. Colin’s breathing became deeper as he put his hands to work. He imagined her undoing the button on her jeans...

“'Cause what the world needs now is a new Frank Sinatra, so I can get you in bed.”

There was a soft tapping at the door and Zowie vanished. In a flurried panic, Colin grabbed a handful of sheets and rolled over just as his mother entered the room.

“Jesus, Mom! I’m trying to sleep!” He tried to steady his breathing.

“Well excuse me for knocking. I just wanted to tell you, I have Bonko tonight at Emily’s and your father is out of town. You’ll be on your own for dinner tonight.” She looked around his room and shook her head.

“Great. Now let me sleep.” Collin tugged at his covers to shield a flash of bare hip that had remained exposed. He hoped she hadn’t noticed.

“I don’t see how you stand keeping it so dark in here all the time.” She crossed the room, turned off the stereo and opened the blinds. The late afternoon sun flooded the room with warm, blinding light.

“What part of SLEEP do you not understand? I just want to be left alone.”

“Fine. Enjoy your alone time. But knock that off. You’ll go blind.” She glared at him knowingly before leaving, closing the door behind her.

Horrified, disgusted, and beyond embarrassed, Colin didn’t move for several minutes. Could this day possibly get any worse? Barricading the door and never leaving his room seemed like a great option. He’d eventually starve to death, but it might just be worth it. Ultimately, he decided to turn the radio back on.

“Wanna live, wanna live, wanna live. Tonight let's get some, and live while we're young.”

Why? WHY? Can’t I just lay here without the universe rubbing it in my face?

“And those guys will be in town next month...” Despite his bitterness, Colin’s ears perked up.

“... sold out in record time. Not to worry, kids, we got ya covered. Right here, in the studio, we’ve got two tickets just waiting for one lucky listener to get them. Tenth caller, wins...”

That was it. Like poorly thrown baseball, the idea hit him. She wouldn’t go out with him because of One Direction, but she might go out with him for One Direction. Grinning, he turned off the radio. The night was looking up.

Suddenly in a much better mood, he pulled up his pants and left his room to get something to eat.