Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: Rolling Pin Problems

By: @1Dsweeties on twitter

Introduction:

My name is Laila. I'm an ordinary girl who got thrown into an extraordinary situation, as some would say. My passion is cooking, I want to be a famous chef, traveling the world. So when I got accepted into The Cheshire Cookery School, I couldn't help but try to do everything possible to be the best I could be in my passion. I moved into a small, cozy house. It was affordable for someone like me. I knew that being totally new to the area and a fresher in cooking school was going to be... different. But I didn't know that it was going to turn out like this...

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Chapter 1: Rolling Pin Problems

"Ding-dong!" Angelica imitated the sound of a door bell and pounded on the door.

She was very outgoing, bubbly and sometimes she just couldn't shut her mouth. Dorina stood behind her, with a small wrapped gift. Just as I opened the door, Angelica took the present from her and placed it in my arms.

"A gift!" she smiled.

"Pour vous, from me!" she twirled a long piece of blond hair.

"And me!" Dorina stated, stepping around Angelica.

"Well, she bought it, but I thought of the idea," Angelica countered back.

"You really didn't have to," I grinned, inviting them in and taking a seat on a couch, half covered in moving boxes.

I pulled at the ribbon and opened a small box. Unfolding the tissue paper, revealed a small rolling pin charm. I gasped.

"Guys! It's beautiful!" I exclaimed, holding it against my wrist.

Dorina reached over and helped me attach it to my charm bracelet that I'd gotten as a gift from them a while back.

"Wow, thank you so much," I smiled, pulling them in for a hug.

Walking over to the kitchen, I grabbed my latest dessert creation and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.

"Pour vous!"I repeated, giggling at how bad my french accent was.

"Dude, we're not even in France, we're in England for God's sakes," Angelica took a piece of cake, biting into it and sighing.

"This is crazy good".

But they were biased, if I wanted to make it to the top, I had to be even better than better.

"So, what's it like?!" Angelica asked, leaning in.

"What is what like?" I teased.

I knew what she was talking about. What was it like being Harry Style's next door neighbour. I wish I could say it was incredible. That I'd met him romantically when he brought my newspaper over on a quiet Sunday morning. But, that never happened. The truth was, I haven't even met him yet. Haven't even seen him. But, I didn't want to sound like a wimp, so I said...

"Well, he's on tour,"

Angelica, chewing her cake slowly then said "Reaaally?"

"Yep," I replied, keeping my eyes down.

They knew I was lying. I had always been a wimp. Never took any chances. Besides cooking of course, I would throw in whatever I wanted, it could turn out a total mess, because it was just cooking. You could throw it out. And you can't throw out life's mistakes.

"Hey, Laila," Angelica gave me that look.

THAT look. The one that meant she was up to something.

"I have an idea,"

"Oh, here we go," Dorina shook her head, preparing herself for what would come next.

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The night was dark and heavy. Dorina was biting her lip behind me, nervous.

"Come on," Angelica said, shoving me towards the broken piece of fence.

Angelica had dared me to jump into Harry's pool. It was a stupid idea. But she was convinced that I had to do it.

"Harry is on tour! And I doubt his mum is even home," she stated.

I saw the flashing red light from a video recorder. I chewed at the inside of my cheek. Just do it. I thought. What's the worst that could happen? So, I kicked at the broken wood and it thudded against the cement of the pool's deck. Slowly, making sure that no one could see me from Harry's windows, I tip-toed to the edge of the pool. The air was sticky of summer heat. With one last breath, I jumped. I opened my eyes underwater, it was pitch black yet the water was pleasantly warm. I wondered if Angelica was shocked at how daring I'd been. I pulled myself out with my hands on the edge and rubbed at my eyes.

"See! I did it!" I whispered to her.

"Guys?" No answer.

Padding across the deck, legs dripping, I called for them again, squinting into the night. They had ditched me.

"Wow!" I slapped my hands on my thighs.

"Great friends you are!" I ran my hand along the bottom of the fence, searching for the opening.

But I knew that it wasn't Dorina's fault. She would never leave me in a situation like this. Of course, Angelica had ways to persuade people that just boggled my mind.

I ran my hands along the fence again. Where was it? Angelica must of boarded it up somehow! If someone saw me like this, I would be charged for stalking. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead. My breath got faster. Should I scream? No, his mum might hear me. Could I somehow escape from the front of his house? That was entirely too creepy. But it was my only option. Using the fence as a wall, I crouched around the perimeter, keeping an eye on the back door and windows. I was almost out of sight when a bright light flicked on inside the house.

Oh my God.

His mum would call the police! I grabbed the first shield that I saw, a ridiculous lime green blow-up water turtle, and held it tight against my body, leaning on the cool, metal shed for support. I heard the back door creak open and I winced, my hands shaking. Footsteps down the outside stairs, then a small padding across the pool's deck coming from the left. Harry's mum would shine a flashlight in my face, yelling at me and dialing for 911. I was shaking even more now, just thinking about it. I turned around as slowly as I could, just to get a glimpse of who was trying to find me, when I accidentally hit the turtle against a sharp gardening tool that was leaning on the shed. NO WAY. The turtle started to deflate. DEFLATE! This couldn't be happening. I had to make a run for it. As I stood up to bolt, I realized that my charm bracelet was stuck to something. I yanked and yanked, but it wouldn't budge. Oh my God!!! I silently screamed at myself. Who knew a freaking rolling pin charm could be so evil?! The footsteps got closer. I stood still. There was no way of getting out of this now. I heard breathing from around the side of the shed. My heart was in my throat and I could hear it beating in my ears, loud and persistent. Please, please, please, I silently prayed. I squeezed my eyes tight. Suddenly, I saw the bright light of a blackberry flashlight app. Squinting, I blocked my face and crossed my fingers.

"Um, can I help you?" It was Harry Styles.

I was standing in front of Harry Styles. In his backyard, leaning against his shed. My clothes clung to myself, wet and heavy. My hair had gone knotted with all the action and my face was scratched from the nearby bushes. PLUS, I was clinging on to a plastic, deflated water turtle toy, as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. Oh, and my arm was above my head and twisted from all directions as a result of when I was trying to wrangle free. Did I mention that I was also standing in front of the curly-haired boy, known to the world as Harry Styles?

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