Chocolate Worker (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Ella's P.O.V

I'm just sat on my bed eating maltesers and stalking 1D. What's wrong with that?

I'm a loser, a nobody. I literally have no friends. The only friend I have is Tabby... my cat.

Speaking of that pussy (hehe) she strides in like she's the worlds famous cat? Pfft, Tabs if you wanna be the best, you gotta look the best.

The best way to physically make you look G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S, is to stick a Harry Styles mask that I got from their 'Take Me Home' tour. I placed the mask on her face whilst pulling the elastic to put behind her soft and fluffy ears.

She looks so uncomfortable, but I can't help but just laugh my ass off. Yes there is a way you can laugh you're ass off, it's called farting. I'm not joking, it's the only possible way to laugh you're ass off. Well either that or cut you're ass off, your choice.

After Tabs had entertained me for about ten more minutes, I put her back in her comfort zone by taking the mask off, but then took her out of her zone again by putting the mask on myself and go closer and closer towards the scared pussy. Hehee, pussy. I'm so retarded.

I wondered my mouse over towards the google home page, and typed in One Direction. Instantly, millions of searches had been found, but the one I want to read is the official Wikipedia website. What? I wanna see what they have to say about my boys.

I scrolled down on the page and looked for what they said about the guys, all that was said, was that they were international superstars, gorgeous etc.

I was about to exit the page, when I saw that when you look on the guys areas of the page, it include Skype numbers. Hmm, peculiar, or what?

As soon as I saw it, I clicked on the Skype number that belonged to Niall. When I clicked on it, it quickly logged itself on my Skype account, and saved his number.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

I've finally got the perfect plan. Basically, I'm going to ring him, say he's won unlimited supply of chocolates with no catch, deliver them to his apartment, but make sure that all the boys are there that day by checking twitter. Then I'll introduce myself, and I'll get to meet my boys! Brilliant idea, I know guys stop applauding me.

I can't have any interruptions, but it'll be fine as my mums at work, an my brother, Tom is round his best mates, Jake.

The only thing that could be distracting, is if Tabby shits on me. Lulz.

I try regenerating my voice so it will sound a bit more older and maturer than mine.

FOUND IT! WOOOP WOOOP

I make sure I turn my camera off when I'm calling him, otherwise he can see me when I'm calling him.

I press the call button and watch as it's connecting to where Niall is. As soon as it said It's ringing, I nearly shit myself. Sorry Tabs.

RING

RING

RING

WAIT. SKYPE HAS THAT WEIRD GONE WHEN RINGING.. I AIN'T REIN-ACTING THAT ASDFGHJKL TUNE.

"Hello?" OMG, HE'S FUCKING ANSWERED!!!!

*Cough* "Hello is this Mr Horan?" I spoke confidently into the mic that's changing my voice into a 40 year olds voice. Obviously a woman's voice.

"Yes, yes it is. Whom am I speaking with?" He replied. OI HORAN STAAAHPPP BEIIINNNGGG POSSHHHH.

"Oh, hello Mr Horan. I'm Elaine Davies., and I'm speaking with you because you have won and unlimited supply of Lindtt chocolates twice a month. Well, congratulations!" Urgh. I don't wanna talk anymore.

"OH MY GOSH! REALLY?!" He blatantly shouted in my ear.

"Yes, really. Now, can we please have you're address? So we can deliver the chocolates to you, by our delivery girl, erm, erm, Savanna Taylor." I nearly cracked. Nearly.

"Yes sure, I'll write it to you on the Skype messaging box. By the way, why did you ring me by Skype?" He questioned me.

I replied without hesitating for some strange reason, "Because Mr Horan, we are using Skype to acquire more services because of the technology rate increasing. Ah okay, thanks Mr Horan." I then ended the call, and waited for him to stop typing and send me the address.

Yeah, I do live in London, but I have no fucking idea where Niall lives though.

'MESSAGE FROM NIALL HORAN'

Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop.

I read the address and took notes off of the computer screen and inserted it into my phone.

Two problems I have..

1) I have to buy at least 30 Lindtt chocolates.

2) I need a uniform and an ID badge.

Well, I can easily sort the ID badge out, and the uniform. But, I need to buy 30 Lindtt chocolates. I'll just go to Tesco's. They always have them on offer.

-:-

I've just came back and got 40 chocolates instead of 30. Woop. Hehee, it's better than 30, as I get to stock ten in my house.

As I was restocking, my phone binged to say one of the people who I love on twitter has tweeted.

Oh it's just Niall. NIALL I BETTER BE GOING TO YOURS SOON!

@NiallOfficial Hey guys come to mine tomorrow?

He tagged the four boys names and then the comments blew up instantly, and so did the favouriting and retweetings.

I messaged Niall on Skype saying 'Savanna' will be there tomorrow and he replied back with 'Okay :)'

So that's it then I guess? Tomorrow I'm delivering the chocolates.

Tomorrow I get to meet the one and only One Direction.

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A/N

Hey hey hey hey hey wattpadders :D

So how's chapter one then? Ey? Ey?

I'm in repetition mode today -.- Sigh sigh..

So if you are reading this story and want some more of my works which are longer and definitely better, please can you try and read 'Louis I have something to tell you...' That book I just mention ladies and gentlemennnnn is located in my works area.

Au revoir!

Steph!