Unforeseen Circumstances (One Direction)

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! This is my first attempt at a One Direction fanfic, and the video on the side is my horrific attempt at a trailer, please don't laugh too hard :) Also, my Ipod won't let me italicize, so throughout the story, /this/ means italics. Thanks to my awesome beta Ash, and I hope you like it!

My name is River Frey. I am a nineteen year old English girl currently studying at Oxford University.

Wait, that isn't right. I /was/ studying at Oxford. I doubt I'll be going back now, if I even /want/ to go back. It's funny isn't it? How you can be so dead set on a desision, or an idea, only to have to completely reavaluate it and everything you thought you knew when your world gets turned upside down- enough of that, I'm getting ahead of myself.

You may be wondering why I'm telling you this, baring (or at least soon to be) my soul to you, the reader.

The truth? Maybe because if I see it written down, solidified in something as simple as ink on paper, then maybe, just /maybe/ I'll start to believe it myself.

And, like every good story, why not turn back time, and go to the place where it all began? Back to the catalyst that set off a chain of events that would change mine, and my loved ones lives forever.

My name is River Frey, and I was eighteen years old when I found out that even that was a lie.

June 12th 2012

"RIVER, GET YOUR DEMONIC DOG OUT OF MY ROOM!!!"

I winced slightly as Sophie's voice travelled across the hall and pierced my eardrums. It was the beginning of the summer holidays, and the last thing I wanted to hear during the months leading up to my first year at college was my sister's blood-curdling screech. I shut my laptop and slid off my bed. Striding across the landing to Sophie's room, I was met with a rather comical sight.

Looking as though she was being attacked by a real hellhound, Sophie was standing on her bed, a hairbrush clutched to her chest as though she planned to use it as a weapon. Her 'attacker' was at the foot of her bed, tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging like mad.

Upon seeing me, Midas bounded over and rolled onto his stomach, demanding to be petted. Midas was my 4 month old golden retriever. I came up with the name when I first saw him and realised that his fur was as gold as everything his namesake touched. His tendancy to be overly-friendly with everyone he meets has made Sophie, in all her designer-clothed, manicured glory, to declare him a foul beast that should be disposed of immediately. This of course, only made me love him even more.

Breathing heavily, Sophie eyed me with a glare that would have brought the Terminator to his knees. I gave her a shrug and my best 'what-can-you-do?' face.

"What have I /told/ you about letting that- that /thing/ IN HERE?!" she shrieked.

"Hmm, I don't seem to remember the lecture you gave me just last night," I said dryly, narrowing my eyes, "please remind me, so that I can do a Dr. Doolitle and make sure he knows never to walk through an open doorway ever again."

"I don't care /how/ you do it. Just get it away from me!" she snapped.

I sighed, choosing to obey my sister this time instead of engaging in a shouting match. Ushering Midas out, I turned to give her a dramatic bow and a "your highness".

She threw the hairbrush at me. Narrowly missing the object, I closed the door and went back into my room. Midas was sitting on my bed, looking very pleased with himself.

Kneeling down in front of him, I fixed him with a stern look. "Midas, that's the third time this week I've had to rescue you from the Pits of Hell."