The Story of Her Life

The Story of Her Life: 1

Eli woke up, stretching her long arms out in front of her. Morning. Again. Her thoughts lightened up though, as she remember today was the day she might regain her friend. But they once again darkened when her brain added the fact that it meant seeing One Direction.

She swung her legs over the side of her bed, planting her feet on the carpet, and walked straight to the bathroom. As the girl stepped in, she groaned at the sight of so much blonde hair, which must have come from the heads of her siblings. Eli gingerly picked it off the toothpaste and the faucet. She was so going to get her little brothers back for this. She brushed her teeth. In the mirror she could see her tattoos that ran from her shoulder blades to her fingertips. She got in so much trouble the day she came back with them. Her nails were painted black and strait to the very end. She pulled back her dark, dark brown hair with a stray hair band that was left sitting on the counter.

She laid back down on her bed, letting her head hang off the side. She didn't want to be awake, but she had to do this. Eli pulled on a black long-sleeved shirt over her tanktop to hide most of her tattoos. She put a little pink book into her pocket. It was empty and she hoped this is all it took for Chealsi to forgive her. They had been best friends since forever and she wanted it to stay that way. When she gave her this autograph book that already had five signatures in it, Chealsi would forgive her, for sure.

With her keys in one hand and her helmet in the other, she left. She prepared herself for a long day of waiting as the engine roared and she accelerated to the hotel where the popular (which Eli didn't get, they just sang stupid pop songs over and over again) boyband awaited.

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They looked over at the size of the crowd in front of the hotel.

"There are more here than there were last week." said a security gaurd to the right of the door.

"There are more here than there were yesterday." the security guard to the left of the doir corrected him. Yesterday girls had started lining up in front of the hotel to get autographs today.

The five boys looked at the amount of girls in front of the hotel. They started to prepare themselves for the three Ss, standing, signing, and smiling. It hadn't even started yet and they already couldn't wait for it to be over.

3...2...1...... 8 o'clock. The doors opened, the girls barged in creating a zig zagging line with heads sticking out of it.

9 o'clock. A few more girls came here and there. They had met a lot of people, but weren't even close to being done.

10 o'clock. Ugh. Two hours on and still had a looong way to go. Another girl walked into the hotel. Just any other girl, but she stood out. For one, she was calm, she had earbuds in and she was looking around the room. And she was the only girl in there that wasn't wearing an "I ♡ 1D" t-shirt on. In fact, she was wearing a Lincoln Park t-shirt. It was odd, kind of suspicious even, and the last time there was a suspicious girl around they got a new drummer.

After that, the line seemed to move faster. She got up to the front of the line. No one was left behind her. She handed them the pink book. They stared at her tattooed fingers and her ten ear peircings.

"And what is your name?"Harry asked as he grabbed the book.

"First of all, don't talk to me like I'm seven. Second, don't look at me like I'm crazy. Third, you should be glad to see me because I could just have easily forged your signitures and gotten money from your bank accounts." she spit out at them. All she wanted to do was get this over with.

"So I'm guessing this isn't for you?" Niall guessed.

"No smart one it's not for me."

"So who do you want this made out to?"

"Chealsi." Harry started writing. She looked over at the paper. "No. It's C-H-E-A-L-S-I." he scratched out the name on the paper and rewrote it and passed it down the line. They handed it back to her.

She looked over it. "Where's Niall's signiture?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." He took the book from her and put his signiture down at the bottom, extra big so it could be seen extra clearly. He gave it back and she examined it one last time. She stuck it in her pocket and left. Putting her bike helmet on as she walked away.

She swung her leg over her motorcycle and started it up. She rode away with a roar.

"Well, I've never met a fan quite like that before." Zayn said.

"Didn't you hear? She isn't a fan. Chealsi is." Niall corrected him.

Chealsi, he thought. I like that name.

"How do we know that she isn't Chealsi?" Zayn asked.

"How do we know she isn't going to drain our bank accounts?" Louis answered with another question.

"Uhhh..." They all said in unison.