Living In 1Dland (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Carly's P.O.V

I couldn't believe i had won. An hour later and i was still running aorund the house squealing. My parents had been listening to the radio down stairs so they didn't need any clarification for my outbursts. My phone was constantly being hit with notification after notification, from facebook and twitter mostly. There were the odd text messages and phone calls, but i couldn't talk to anyone just yet because i was to hysterical. 

"Is this actually happening?" i asked my mum after i plonked myself down at the kitchen bench.

She chuckled, "I don't know. Want me to pinch you to make sure?"

I ignored her comment because i could hardly concentrate at all, "I'm going to be seeing One Direction. LIVE! And i'm going to be meeting them, all of them. I'm going to see Zayn Malik close up, face to face. Oh. My. Carrots."

Mum laughed again and continued to make the dinner that i probably won't be able to eat.

**

The next morning i woke up with a grin on my face. I was only able to get to sleep at around 4am and i wasn't even tired. I decided to go onto facebook to have a look at what people had been saying. My internet seemed to be going slower than usual so it took its sweet time to load the home page and then even longer for it to load my profile. But when it did i saw wall post after wall post, all girls from my school squealing on my page. 

OHMYGOD! CARLY! YOU WON! 

I can't believe you're going to be meeting the boys. I'm so jealous but congratualtions!! 

Take me with you!! Please. I can carry your bags. 

There was heaps more like these and most of the girls i hadn't even talked to before. There were two posts that stood out from the rest though. The one that shocked me the most was the one from a girl in my math class who i knew didn't like me but this just cleared it up.

You don't deserve to meet them, you're so ugly! They'll probably throw up in your face when the see your hideousness. Hope you have a crappy time. 

Hideousness? Really, Claire?

Her words didn't bother me, though. She was just being petty and jealous. She also didn't have to tell me that i was ugly for me to believe it, i knew i was and the only times that i did feel beautiful was when i listened to the lyrics of my boys songs. The next wall post the surprised me was one from Dex. 

Congratulations, Carly. I guess they will know who you're after all. 

Was he angry with me? I couldn't help but feel that he was. He hardly ever calls me by my actual name. It's usally 'Leelee' or 'Carls'. No matter the amount of times i've told him to stop, he never does. Why now? I guess he has been so used to me only turning to him, me only being able to voice my worries to him because i was too shy to say them to anyone else. Now, i have five boys that i turn to when i'm sad. Maybe he's more annoyed by this than he lets on. Or maybe, im just overthinking things. 

I decide to shut down the computer for now because i was getting bored with reading the same comments repeated over ten times. I really wondered what the other girls that would join me at the concert were doing, if they could hardly sleep from excitment. I can't wait to meet them.

**

For the whole weekend i couldn't concentrate on anything longer than five minutes, and at random moments i would remember that i would be meeting One Direction next weekend and i would start fangirling all over again. I had, of course, been on twitter multiple times to tell the boys i would be seeing them soon, but i never recieved a reply. I had to keep reminding myself that it soon wouldn't be like this, soon i would have all of their attention to myself. I also noticed i had recieved more followers and there was much more hate on twitter than there had been on facebook. I tried to ignore it as best as i could. 

The warm rays of sunlight that floated into my bedroom window was all but calling me outside and off the internet. I grabbed my running shorts and singlet, changing into them on the way out the door. I don't know why i always change on the move, but i do it quite often. As soon as i had my shoes on and my foot hit the last step of my house i started off into a run. I let the warm breeze float around my body and lift up stray strands of my hair, cooling me down in the late afternoon air. I let myself count the rythmitic pounds of my feet hitting the ground and i centred myself on that. I couldn't let myself think about Zayn's amazing eyes with his long eyelashes shaping them, or his beautiful voice that made me weak at the knees, or his lips...No, i couldn't let myself think about that because if i did i don't think i would make it home without passing out. 

I had almost made it out the central park without spotting anyone i knew when i literally bumped into someone. The figure that had slammed into me stumbled backwards but didnt fall, but the impact made me stumble completely backwards, landing awkwardly on my ankle.

"Ow, ow, OW!' I mumbled to myself, tears instantly springing into my eyes as i tried to straighten out my leg. This can't be happening! I can't get hurt right before i meet the five hottest guys on the planet. 

"Carly?" a voice said, one i reconginized all too well. I looked up at the familiar blue eyes of Dex, just as he quickly knelt to my side. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" i told him, pushing away his help. My ankle didn't want to agree with my words though because it was sending shooting pains all the way up my leg. I bit my lip, keeping my teary eyes out of view. I slowly hoped up onto my right leg, the good one, and carefully started to place my foot down but as soon as i made contact with the grass the pain deepened. I hobbled to the side of the path and sat back down.

"You aren't alright, let me help you." he offered, reaching out his hand to me. 

I shook my head firmly, "I'm going to be alright. Leave me alone. You're the one that did this!"

We both were quiet for a minute or two as i carefully massaged my ankle. I didn't even see him coming closer to me but suddenly i was up in the air, his arms gently placed around my back and under my legs.

"What are you doing?" i shrieked, "Put me down, this hurts!"

"I'm sorry, but you can't walk, this is the only option."

I knew he was right, i just didn't want to admit it. So i stayed quiet, biting my lip so i wouldn't let out any voices of pain. This seriously sucked.