We can only go in One Direction (One Direction fan fiction)

"Seriously? I'm soposed to get in the box?"

Omg! She won! Who in their right mind could have seen that one coming? Oh! All of you! Well alrighty then!!

Sorry, ok you may now read the story if you are still reading this!

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"Ha!" I laughed out loud, "Hilarious!" I took my wrist back and sat back, waiting for a hysterical girl to be pulled on stage, but nothing happened.

"Jess…" I trailed off at looked at her desperately, "Please tell me I didn't actually win." She just shook her head and smiled at me

"Come." I commanded, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the closest person in a suit I could find. Of course we had to wait in a line, because a lot of people we’re going up to them, and probably thinking they are daft, try to get on stage without showing them their bracelet.

"What are you doing, Skyler?" She hissed,

"I’m going to see if I can get you up there instead of me." Told her honestly.

"Sky…" She looked at me,

"If you say that I ‘deserve this’ 1) that would be mean, and 2) no, YOU deserve this! Its your 18th birthday and its going to be the most memorable one!" I promised her

"Aww, Sky. That’s so swe-"

"Let me see your bracelet." The man held his hand out. I glared at him and then dropped my arm into his hand heavily. He squinted at it. "Here’s a hint." I said, "It matches."

"Well, that it does. Come with me." He started walking away and I followed him, dragging Jessie behind me.

"I have the winner." He said into a walkie-talkie. I grimaced at the word ‘winner’. Shouldn’t that mean something good?

"I have to-"

"Follow me this way."

"But I nee-"

"Be quiet please."

"But-"

"Miss. please be quiet."

I almost growled at him. That’s how annoying it was to keep being cut off.

"Were here. Now please wait here.’ He told me and walked away.

"BUT I DON"T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE!" I called out, but he was out of hearing distance.

"Well that’s a shame." A voice said from behind me, I spun around in shock, I didn't think anyone was back here!

"Oh my gosh! Your Louis Tom-Tomlinson!" Jessie squealed and jumped up and down

"And you must be Jessie." He said, looking at me for confirmation, I guess he remembered me. I nodded at him. "Happy birthday Jessie!"

"Ahh!" Jessie screamed in my ear

"Oww…" I muttered and pressed a hand to my ear, "A little warning next time would be great, thanks."

Jessie giggled. And Louis spoke up again, "So why don’t you want to be here?" he asked

"Um. Well you see. I kind of won that contest-box-thing." I mentally slapped myself, "and I want Jessie to go on in my place." I left out the part that I don’t like their music and don’t really want their signed junk… although… it would make some good money on ebay… huh… maybe I do want the stuff…

"I was sent back here to bring the winner of the ‘contest-box-thing’," He laughed at my wording, again. "on stage. So I’ll do you one better." He grabbed mine and Jessie’s hands and pulled us behind him