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✷Quote: "I just wanted someone to tell me that I could sing." -Zayn Malik✷
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This is what happened in the last chapter:
I clear my throat. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Diana, the neighbor next door. I-"
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." he says.
I growl. "Fine then...have a great day, Mr. Grumpy." I look down, slowly backing up. I forget about the steps, and fall.
Everything goes dark.
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✔Diana's POV✔
I hear voices; an Irish accent and other British accents. They sound so much like One Direction.
Imagine if they were...
I mentally laugh, because for a strange reason, I can't open my eyes.
"I still don't understand how there's a girl in your house..." the Irish voice says.
"Argh! I already told you that-" the same British voice attempts to explain.
"Maybe you two were having fun..." another British voice interrupts, but his voice is a bit higher.
How immature...
I grumble.
"ARGH! You guys are-" the British dude once again starts saying.
"Be quiet! I think she's waking up!" the Irish guy exclaims.
I slowly open one eye. Then the other. I close my eyes again, and I mumble a few things under my breath. And I open my eyes, ready to go.
This is what happens when you try to be nice...
"OMG..." I whisper, looking at all of the 5 guys surrounding me. "Am I in heaven? Did I die when Mr. Grumpy told me to leave, causing me to trip?"
In front of my eyes were Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Louis Tomlison.
AKA...ONE DIRECTION.
"No, you're not in heaven, because you'd be in hell if we were with you..." the famous Niall Horan said.
"And you're not dead..." the original Louis Tomlison stated.
"And Mr. Grumpy is actually Harry." the cute Liam Payne explained.
Harry Styles (YES! THE REAL ONE!) just rolled his eyes, and looked at me. "Did you know we were staying here? Have you been stalking us like the other fangirls?"
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