ROADTRIP || one direction

Toyota

-Lillian-

Okay, maybe not everything went black forever. But for a good 5 seconds. Due to the fact that I just smashed my head into the black car. That hurt.

"Holy crap!" the driver came out and tried to help me up.

This is so embarrassing.

I can already see me in the news.

Idiot Fangirl gets brutally smacked in the face by a moving car of One Direction.

People will probably make YouTube remix's and replays of my face smacking against a car.

I'll never hear the end of it from Brandon.

Alright, woah woah I'm getting ahead of myself here. How about I focus on not breaking my nose.

My nose was literally the Niagara Falls of blood and emotions and embarrassment and whatever else is up there.

Ah dammit, why couldn't I have gracefully fallen into Harry's arms? Or slightly slip but be caught by Zayn? Or accidentally spill my chai tea latté from Starbucks on Louis?

But no, this happens.

"Okay, okay, we need a paramedic." The chauffeur yelled.

"Everyone step back."

Shit, this is not the kind of attention I wanted.

I am questioning weather or not the 1D boys will actually get out and help me, risking their lives by being viciously torn by these carrots.

And I am still questioning, weather or not I should be narrating in my head at a moment like this.

***

"Oh my gosh! Lillian! Are you alright? What happened? They're afraid you're gonna sue them!!" Brandon asked as he examined my face with his hands.

"Other than almost breaking my face, yes. I got hit by a car. And oka-- wait what!!? Who's afraid of getting sued for what?" I responded casually until I realized what my cousin said last.

He let go of my face and grabbed a chair from across the room and placed it right beside the hospital bed.

"That 5 erection band and their managers drove me here and asked if we were going to sue them."

I ignored his rude band name and noticed that he got a ride with them.

"Wait, you got a ride from them to here? So you literally sat beside One Direction and had a conversation." I sat up straight in my uncomfortable hospital bed.

"Yeah, look, it doesn't matter. The point is, let's sue for 20,000." He grinned.

"What? No! I'm not suing One Direction. Do you know how much the rest of the fans would hate me? And what about them thinking i'm selfish? That's horrible!" I flailed my arms into the air, "Wait, what did you tell them about me?"

"Wow, honestly. I was thinking that you'd be a bit more into suing than asking me what I said about you."

"I told you. I don't like to show my crazy side. I am internally screaming. But what did you say?" I asked anxiously.

"Well... I--" he started but was soon cut off by his phone ringing.

He answered his phone and started ruffling his hair in the mirror.
Even though now I would have expected his brown hair to be in place, it seemed to be limp and fluffy.

Oh, please don't tell me he got their number too.

I thought to myself.

"Well, that was them and their management." he turned around.

I rolled my eyes.

"They said to have a talk with you about the situation."

I am honestly not going to sue them. But at least my life is finally having some sort of twist.

"I'm not suing." I said bluntly and grabbed a tissue for my nose.

"Dude, like, 30 francs?" Brandon pleaded.

"Who the hell sues for 30 francs?"

"They're outside." he mumbled.

At this point I was currently almost deciding on if I should scream. But why be excited? They just want to hear you say you're not suing and book it back to England.

"Oh my gosh really!!? Do I look good?" I asked excitedly.

"You just got hit by a car. You look perfect." he added sarcastically while putting his phone away.

"I really shouldn't see them like this. Tell them I'm not suing."

"Whatever", he said as he exited the room.

After around 20 minutes of waiting, I heard a knock on the door.

Expecting it was Brandon or a nurse, I let them come in while I was still half asleep.

"Hey, how'ya feeling?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

"I almost broke my nose. Horrible." I answered without opening my eyes.

"Yeah, sorry about that. But you did go in front of the car."

"Sure. How did you know that?." I opened up my eyes to reveal who was talking to me.

Oh crap, bad idea.

Louis. Louis friken Tomlinson, is standing, right in front, of Lillian Belle.

Aka, me.

"I, uhm... Yeah-- it was my f-fault." i stuttered, starstruck, "uh... I'm not suing. If that's what you're here for."

"You arent? oh my gosh! Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." He squeaked. Well, manly squeaked.

He took a small step towards me.

Oh lord.

This is the part where he admits how grateful he is and then kisses me and we both fall in love and go to Starbucks.

"K bye." he said before dashing out the door.

Or not.

***

I finally got out of the hospital with a bandage around my nose for the next four days.

I hoped by now my 'getting hit by a car' incident would have spiced up my life a little bit, but only got it to shoot down a lot.

YouTube was full of it. I watched about 13 remixes of my face hitting the car, and 4 dumb remakes of it.

At least I'm car famous.

I am basically sponsoring Toyota.
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I honestly reaaally liked this chapter <3 I'm still questioning who should be the love interest and what the plot is. I'm making this up on the spot you know? READ COMMENT VOTE