Chapter 1:
"Micaela, wake up," your mom spoke softly, knowing that you were NOT a morning person. "you kids are going to miss your flight if you don't hurry." you grunted in disagreement with your mom. As you began to wake, you realized that this was the day you were finally going back to California. You were going to visit your dad for the summer. Your parents divorced when you were 12. When the divorce was final, your dad moved to Malibu. "hey were leaving," you brother jack declared with a rude tone in his voice. "why'd you come in here without knocking and watch the attitude, dork," jack slammed the door shut. You pulled your chocolate brown hair out of your bun letting it fall down your back. You quickly did your makeup. Lightly applying black eyeliner and mascara to your eyes, a bit of blush, and clear lipgloss. You were off to the airport. In a successful attempt to block out the country music that your mom was playing at full blast in the car, you turned on one direction. You loved them. But you especially loved Zayn. His beautiful brown, almond shaped eyes captivated you. His midnight black hair looked so soft and silky that you could run your fingers through it forever. His jawline and lips were so plump. Perfectly kissable and so incredibly sexy. His defined muscles made you melt. You were in love with him. You turned up your favorite part of "Everything About You". Zayn's solo, of course. "AND YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONLY ONE I WANTED AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW WITHOUT YOU I CAN'T FACE IT," you sung/screamed at the top of your lungs. You went on, "ALL WE WANNA HAVE IS FUN BUT THEY SAY THAT WE'RE TOO YOUNG LET THEM SAY WHAT THEY WANNNNTTT!" jack and your mom are both staring at you at this point. They thought you were crazy. After an hour drive you got out of the car. Your mom walked you to bag check. She hugged you both. "be safe babies. I love you so much." "Love you too mom!" you both said in unison. You excitedly took your brother's hand and practically hopped through the airport. When you and your brother finally reached gate 46A you and your brother plopped into the greatly uncomfortable seats. You waited patiently yet with anticipation for your upcoming trip. When you boarded the plane, you and your brother sat down and settled into your seats in the first class cabin. Your dad was very wealthy and didn't want you kids to have a bad flight. Only the best for his babies! You were flipping through some of the magazines that you picked up from a corner store the day before. You read the cover story. "ONE DIRECTION IN MAIBU CALIFORNIA. FLIP TO PAGE 10 FOR MORE DETAILS." You suddenly realized, this was your chance to meet the five most beautiful boys in the world. Zayn, Niall, Harry, Liam, and Louis.
Chapter 2:
You couldn't contain your excitement. You were ecstatic. You began to get sleepy so you leaned your seat back, pulled the shitty airplane blanket over you, and fell asleep of course, dreaming about your boys. When you woke up you had arrived at LAX. Jack was the first to spot your dad. He ran over to both of you and gave a massive hug, squeezing you tighter than you've ever been squeezed before. "hi daddy," you said with an excited tone. You couldn't wait to get to the beach and search for the boys. "what's up babygirl! I haven't seen you in a while. You look beautiful sweet heart," your dad gave you a light kiss on the forehead and proceeded to mess up your already sloppy hair. "hey buddy," he directed this towards your little brother, "damn, you're growing like a weed! Let's go kids." you climb into your father's Mercedes Benz SLR. You cruised down Pacific Coast Highway with the top down. "I'm gonna go to the beach when we get back to the house," you declared. "alright sweetheart! But don't you run off with any boys," your father joked. He sent you a wink. "don't worry daddy. That definitely won't happen," you laughed. When you pulled up to the gate, you automatically got a sense of a homey feeling. It was a typical beach home. Big and white with blue shutters. The inside was decorated very modern like. You rushed through the house and into your room. The walls were FULL of posters of the boys. You had five right above your bed. One of each of the boys. The rest of the walls were covered in ripped out magazine pages, posters of Justin Bieber and many others. You pulled the cutest bikini you had out of your suitcase. It was a white with hot pink polka dots and the butt of the bottoms said "PINK". You stopped your rush to study your appearance in the mirror. You looked exceptionally good this summer. You were toned. You had a flat stomach and your boobs were looking FANTASTIC. "I look sexy," you whispered to yourself. Rushing to the garage to get your surf board, you started to get overwhelmed with excitement. The magazine said that the boys were doing a beach signing today at the beach right near your house!! You reached the beach and there they were. You couldn't believe it. They were standing not even 15 feet away from you. "holy shit." you said to yourself.
