[Insert Song Lyrics Here] One Direction FanFic Parody

Chapter Three

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•A One Direction Fanfic Parody•
Chapter Three

It's been 20 hours and 5 minutes, and I was still quite shook up by that cheek kiss.

How dare he.

That perfectly beautiful human specimen, that I bet millions of girls would either like to look like or date or feel or at least touch,

Kissed me.

Whatever, his lips were soft and it made me tingly and it gave me butterflies, but he doesn't own me.

No, He does not.

"Hey Lisa, whatcha got there?" I greeted her as she grinned widely at two pieces of paper.

"omgomgomgomg, I won! I'm going to see them live! AHHHHHH! I'M GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION LIVE!" She screeched as she jumped.

Yep, meth sniffing Lisa, is a 'Directioner', who would've thought, right?

"I'm not going! I hate One Dimension." I said, adamant.

"I didn't ask you too. AND THEY'RE called ONE DIRECTION, dumb ass."

Ah, I see, reverse psychology, huh?

I sighed, "Okay, Fine. I'll go since you begged."

"What? No! I was going to ask my Directioner friend!"

I rolled my eyes, "I get it, Lisa you want me to go with you, its cool, were BFF's right?"

"No we're not." She protested.

"See? No worries, I'll go with you."

"But–"

"Shhh," I interupted her, putting my index finger on her lips, "We're bestfriends, this is what we do." I whispered, pulling one of the tickets from her hands then exiting Starbucks.

***

I made my hair into a messy bun and put on some light make up, then I wore the nearest clothes I saw. [INSERT POLYVORE LINK HERE]

I was set for (ew) the (ew) One Direction concert.

Gosh, I hate them! I have no concrete answer on why, but I REALLY do. Like, If they were on fire and I had a bottle of water, I'd drink it to be honest.

Plus, I had to be absent from my job today! Just because I needed to go with Lisa.

If only she wasn't my BFFLAD.

Gee, I hope they won't deduct from my salary, I really need the money.

I took out my Gucci bag and wore my Jimmy Choos, and sprayed a good amount of my favorite Chanel No. 5 perfume.

"Honey, your friend is here!" My mother called, it was a little hard to hear her in our three-story house.

"Coming!"

***

"Your mum is weird." Lisa commented, as I started up the engine.

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Who told you?"

"What? I just noticed–"

"Who told you I was adopted?"

"Uh, what?"

"When I was three, a group of pop singers who called themselves One Direction adopted me then Niall bullied me and I fell in love with him and then we broke up because he went to pursue his dreams then I decided I couldn't live with them anymore so I switched my parents at birth."

Lisa stared at me, trying to absorb my shocking revelation of my shockingly shocking tragic back story.

"What's that smell?" Lisa sniffed inside the car.

She's obviously quite shook up about it.

"Oh, that's my perfume." I answered cheerily.

She grimaced, "I like meth better." She pouted, leaning back on her seat.

"How much longer?"

"I don't know." I said, flicking the radio on.

YOU DUNNO YOU'RE BEAUTIFU--

"Ugh." I turned it back off.

"HEY! I was listening to that!"

"I hate One Dimension!"

"IT'S ONE DIRECTION YOU, IDIOT! IF YOU HATE THEM SO MUCH WHY ARE YOU GOING WITH ME??"

"Because you begged." I shrugged.

"I didn't!"

"Yes, you did. Don't worry SUPER BFFLAD, it's all good."

"We're not best friends okay? I don't even know you personally..?"

"Kylie." I reminded.

"Right. Kylie."

"Well.. I love you too, you want skittles?"