I Found You.... Finally (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter One

Ello there! Kara here! I became obsessed with one direction fanfics, and i decided to write my own. I really hope you like it! And i need feedbacl!! Vote, comment, and tell me what you think!! Merci Beacoup!!!

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“Rita!”

“Miss Somers! Over here!”

“Rita!! Please!”

“Rita!”

As soon as anyone called my name, I’d turn and flash them a “lips only” smile, something that I was taught before my acting lessons. I remember Bernadette, an assistant of mine once told me, “They’re practically begging for you to look at them. You’re the queen, the star. Show those paparazzi what you’re made of.”

And I took her advice. I didn’t understand why some celebrities dressed outrageously, though. Right then, I had been staring at Beyonce’s sad excuse for a dress. It was really ugly, but like every other actress I came up to her and congratulated her on behalf of Blue Ivy… who was in fact extremely adorable. I knew some stars wanted attention, like Gwyneth Paltrow, whose left boob was falling out of the side of her satin-y baby blue dress.

I don’t mean to sound like a snob, but I usually dressed modestly. That evening I was wearing a lavender Dior gown that had silver rhinestone crystals circling the waist. I paired it with silver strappy heels and my long brown hair was curled. I used minimum make-up, only light lavender eye shadow, black eyeliner and pink gloss. I twirled from one camera to the next, my soft curls bouncing slightly every time I turned.

I heard the people shouting, asking me questions. “What was it like to kiss Zac Efron?” One woman shouted.

Ignore, a voice in my head told me. That was a rumor. But I wouldn’t mind it though.

“Hey Rita, what was it like co-starring with Ashley Greene?” a tall man yelled. I smiled and gave him thumbs up.

They bombarded me with other questions. I turned away and spotted Nina Dobrev. I smiled and approached her. She was my idol, she was so gorgeous. I was about to say hello when the most shocking thing happened.

 “Rita, is it true you and Justin Bieber broke up?” one courageous Pap shouted over the noise. I whipped around to look at him. Huh, not much to look at. He was pudgy and short, bald with a Canon camera around his neck. He looked at me defiantly, his blue eyes soulless and menacing. I paid him no attention, and continued towards my destination, face burning.

It seemed that some photographers heard that fat Pap’s question, though, and soon like parrots they were repeating the same question.

“Breaking News! The Rita Somers dumped Justin Bieber!” a blonde woman enthusiastically yelled into a video camera.

“This is unbeliebable!!” a man began to speak through several microphones, one for ABC, E! Tonight, Fox news, and many others.

“It seems impossible, they’ve been together for two years!!” another blonde screeched, and I knew my face was turning a deep red color.

 “Watch out Rita, Beilebers will be out to get you!” a man declared to a bunch of video cameras, their red recording lights blinding my face. A bit too dramatic, I know, but Justin and I wanted to keep it on the down low.

The paparazzi were buzzing out of control, and the celebrities started causing a commotion as well. Let’s just say a lot of people new me, and I was pretty famous too. They were rambling on about how cute we were, and it was such a pity I dumped him.

I was about to start bawling right then and there. I felt someone’s hand clasp around my arm, and they dragged me away from the lights and the lies.

Once we were inside some building, I cried for what seemed like the billionth time after we broke up. “Its okay, stop crying,” and I noticed it was Kristen Stewart. Her tough voice made me look up and wipe my eyes.

“S-sorry… I’m such a loser…. I don’t…” I shut up, for fear of crying again. Kristen’s features softened up a bit and she said, “I’m sorry too. You okay?”

I nodded my head, and I sighed warily. Thank goodness I didn’t have a meltdown in front of the cameras.

“So… what happened?” she sat down on a step, and patted the space next to her. I sat down awkwardly and told her the story.

“It’s just that, I saw Selena at his house this morning… I told before I never wanted to see her there…. It was the third time he did it… He said she was just collecting her stuff… but…” I bit on my lip.

Kristen snorted. “Collecting her stuff?! Psht… After two years she’s still collecting her stuff? He’s such a douche. Then what?”

I smiled because that was exactly what I had thought.

“I saw them…making out…   So, I said it was over.”

Kristen slapped my back and said, “Good for you! You deserve someone better; I know you do, Ri! Now let’s get back, I bet they’re serving food now… and I know how much you love food!”

I smiled and said, “Yeah I do.”

I wiped my face, and fixed my make-up before heading out. Most people were in the dining hall by then.

I went inside and hoped no one would mention what me and Justin are, or were, or ever will be.