Last weekend was the best days of my life. Not as in I cured cancer or anything, but it was pretty darn close. The afternoon started off like all of my Fridays, a 3 mile jog down the highway and back. Nothing like running down the highway, sweating like a pig even though it's only 60•. This year has been rough for me, then again, so has my whole life. I've always been bullied for my size and intelligence. Heck, in 6th grade I ran home everyday crying. I'm a senior now, and i try my hardest to not let the past get to me. Jogging helps, keeps my mind clean. There's always a voice in the back of my mind though. Telling me I'm not worth it. Today it will all change.
Oh yes, back to the story. As I said, I was jogging down highway D, minding my own business, swooning over the thought of my favorite band, One Direction. Before I know it, i find myself singing.
"Shot my out of the sky, you're my kryptonite....." gosh, there was nothing more beautiful thanHarry Styles voice. I'll admit, I might be a little to obsessed at times, but ever since I heard WMYB for the first time, i fell in love with the curly haired british lad. I try to keep it hidden, as in only a few close friends know. I made a promise to myself that if I ever met him I would never act moronic or idiotic.
I see a figure coming up the road, and a slowly move over to the side. Oh great, a Camero, more rich people to mock and laugh at the chubby girl. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something's wrong. The car is swerving out of control, engine sputtering. I hear the muffled screams of the passengers inside. This is where my life ends, i think to myself. I make a brave decision, and throw myself into the ditch on the side of the road. I hear the splash and instantly know i hit something wet. Not only have I landed in a mud puddle, but grass now clings to my wet legs and it looks like I peed myself.
Attempting to clean some grass off, i step out of the puddle onto the dry paved road. A few feet away sits the convertible, it landed face first in the ditch and now has a flat tire. "Hey you!" i shout, surprised by the anger in my voice, "Who do you think you are?! You could have killed me driving like that!" i stomp my wet sneaker and begin to approach the car.
I count six figures. Four are crammed in the back with two in the front. "Sorry miss! Are you sure you're ok?" time stops. I recognize that voice, but how? Im on Missouri and this person obviously has a British accent. I stop dead in my tracks. 5 of the figures step out of the car, while the sixth begins to take a phone call. Everything appears to be in slow motion.
A flip of the hair, the swagger in their walk. IT'S FREAKING ONE DIRECTION. Calm down Lexi, it's not like your favorite boy band is making their way towards you. Oh wait, THEY ARE! I hold back girl-ish screams. Biting my lip, i begin to process things. Lexi, i tell myself, take a deep breath, you wouldn't want to look like a retard would you?
I think of a song my Grandmamamama would always sing, and my nerves subside. "I know this is a lot to ask," Liam says, flashing a smile my way. Liam freaking Payne!
Fangirl: 1
Conscience: 0
"But it appears our car is having a bit of trouble. Would you mind us staying with you for a couple of hours? We promise we'll be out of your hair in no time." his voice is exactly like it is on the videos......ok it's even better. But i have my eye on someone else.
"Uh....sure, that be fine." i look at harry, he flips his hair and stares at the field on the side of me. There goes my chance of him liking me. I push the thought to the back of my mind. "I hope you boys don't mind walking. I'm afraid i left my teleportation device at home." the boys share a laugh. "This is going to be awkward....." Louis says blocking his eyes from the sun. "But what's your name."
My mind goes blank, and I must have looked real cool standing there, unable to think of my own name. "Alexis Westlie," i catch a sideways glance at Harry, "But you can call me Lex if that's ok with you." "Well Lex, i hate to tell you this, but I think you had a little accident." Louis gestures to my shorts, soaking wet and hanging poorly around my legs. Niall looks like he might explode from trying to hold in his laughter. I make a mental note to get Louis for that later.
"So what brings you the the terribly exciting Farmington Missouri?" I make sure to pile on the sarcasm. "Oh you know, checking out the pretty girls." Niall wiggles his brows at me. I slap him in the arm- wait, was he flirting? No, he wouldn't possibly, not with me anyways.
I have straightened glossy black hair, and almond shaped hazel eyes that differ in color everyday. I have choppy straight across bangs, and recently switched from glasses to contacts. As of now, my hair is in matted clumps around my face. I must resist the urge to pull out my phone and check my reflection.
It dawns on me that my music is still playing, and being the klutz i am, simply rips the headphones out. "Tell Me A Lie" starts blasting from my phone on full volume. The boys clutch their stomachs laughing and fall onto the pavement. Turn off you stupid phone!!
Why did this have to happen now? :(
The music stops and I help the boys to their feet. Before we know it, we're standing on my front porch as I unlock the door. "And this is the main corridor." my voice sounds like an annoying business lady. I lead the boys onto the couch. "Well Lexi, now that we know you a little better, i must say you look ravishing in those shorts." harry smirks. I pray to god he's joking. I dart into my room. Skinny jeans......MUST FIND SKINNY JEANS! Rummaging through my closet, i manage to get clothes everywhere. After realizing there's no hope, i grab the first thing I see. Black flow-y blouse, dark wash jeans, and grey pastry hi-tops.
I return back to the boys, hoping to find the boys cuddled up watching a movie. Louis is messing with my bunny, rambling on about carrots. Harry has managed to find one of my cats, and is now holding it above his head like Simba in the Lion King. Sigh, I knew these boys were an abnormal lot, but was this really necessary?
The rest of the boys are struggling to all fit into the pantry door at once. Niall manages to break free, a dazed look in his eyes while he shoves his fist into a Pringles can. He makes eye contact with me, and his eyes go wide as saucers.
The other boys decide to join him, looking at me like I'm a prize winning pig.
"What, cat got your tongue?" i point to where Harry is slowly putting my cat back onto the couch.
Niall mumbles something, crumbs falling from his lips. The boys all nod their heads in agreement. I realize i will live out my days never knowing what he said. I let out a muffled sigh and sit on the couch. Not even 10 seconds later, a scream comes from the kitchen.
"BOYS, WE'VE GOT A KEEPER!! SHE HAS CARROTS!" the boys all start clapping, and soon I am too. I have Louis place the bag on my head, acting as a crown. Holding the bag in place, i walk around the room, acting as the Carrot Queen I am. The boys correct my every move, giving me tips on how to curtsy.
I collapse on the couch, and feel their eyes watching my every move. "Um guys, could you please not stare?
I feel like a kid being stalked by a creeper in a van." that only makes them stare even more, bugging their eyes out so they resemble insects.
"Ok, since this obviously isn't working, how about we...." i pause, unsure what to say. "Jump on the trampoline?"
"Bouncy fun meant for children aged 4 to 12? Count me in!" Harry sprints out the door. Me and the boys chase after him, still catching our breath from the mile walk to my house. I slip my shoes off and have Zayn help me onto the trampoline. We jump, the boys jump too hard, almost sending me off the trampoline multiple times. Liam falls, his heart print boxers peeping over the top of his pants.
"Liam, I know she's pretty but come on! No flashing in public."
"Are those mine? That's sick mate, just sick."
I give Liam a helping hand. "Thanks." he whispers. "s'alright." i reply, but not before kneeing him ( as the Brits would say) in the arse.
"HEY! Watch it you!" his eyes light up with panic, hoping the boys will forget about this later. I turn around so that i face the road. A familiar figure begins making their way across the pavement.
"This was fun, but I need you to all get onto my bed and stay quiet!"
"Bow chicka wow wow" Niall whispers.
"Not like that you perv!" i scream over the boys laughter. The figure is even closer, and I realize it's my sister Leila. I rush the boys inside, and pace back and forth on the steps. Leila's in the driveway now. At last, i think of a distraction.
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Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic
Fanfiction"If a month ago you would have told me that my life would result in: Falling off a motorcycle during a high speed chase, accidentally flashing One Direction my underwear multiple times, getting kidnapped in the Paris wilderness, and getting kissed b...
