Hayley’s POV:
“Jodie you can’t make me!” I refused.
“Pleaseprettypleasewithacherryontop!” Jodie begged with me.
“No! I am not coming to see One Direction just because you know them!” I refused to give in to her.
Jodie. Poor sweet innocent Jodie. My best friend. I couldn’t fault her until 2010. 2 words. One. Direction. Those two words, those 5 boys. Every single day I would hear this name. Every single day I would hear each of their names. Niall. Liam. Harry. Zayn. Louis. I can’t go one day without learning something about them. For example, a few weeks ago, I learnt that Liam hates spoons. And last year, I was told Louis loves carrots. To be honest, I couldn’t care less. Jodie knows that I hate them. No scratch that. I LOATHE them. Now she expects me to go to one of their stupid concerts...and then see them in person afterwards. As if...
“Please Hayley! For me...” Jodie put on a pouty face and gave me puppy dog eyes. I wasn’t going to give in...I...will...not...give....in..............
“Fine!” I exclaimed. “But we only go in, say hi, then walk straight back out. Got it?” I demanded.
“Hayley! No! You will like them. I swear...” she pleaded with me to say at least more than ‘Hello’.
“I couldn’t care less Jodie. As long as we get out of there ASAP, I’m all for it.” I sighed, walking out of my room to go get something to drink.
“Aww! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! You’re the best!” she shouted as she ran down the stairs after me. I went over to the cupboard and got out a glass and placed it on the island behind me. I opened the fridge and got out a can of lemonade. I shut the fridge with my shoulder as I turned to go over to the island. I opened it up and poured it into the glass, put the can next to it as it wasn’t entirely empty and sat down on the stool and took a swig. Jodie walked in.
“So you don’t get me anything then?” she asked like she was expecting me to get her something too.
“Nope.” I replied, not making eye contact.
“Lighten up Hayley. It’s just a concert.”
“No. It’s not just a concert. It’s a concert with girls screaming their heads of about how they want to ‘get it on’ with One Direction and how much they love them and want to marry them. Also, I hate them. I despise them. I-“ Jodie cut me off in the middle of my rage.
“Hayley, they’re just a band!” Jodie told me the complete opposite of what was going through her head that moment.
“If they were ‘just a band’” I started, gesturing quotation marks on ‘just a band’, “why would so called Directioners suddenly become obsessed with carrots? Hm? Is it because they taste good...oh no wait. I have the answer. It’s because Louis Tomlinson likes them.” I said sarcastically, having another mouthful of my drink.
“Hayley, you’re just jealous..”
“Of what?!?”
“You’re just jealous that they’re famous and you’re not.” She said with a sly smile.
Okay, Jodie has officially lost it.
“You know Harry...yet you still act like an obsessed fan.!” I gave her an odd look.
“I prefer the term ‘dedicated’.” she replied.
“How do you even know him anyway?” I asked.
“We were best friends back in Holmes Chapel until I moved here to London. We didn’t keep in touch though until no so long ago.”
“So you know all the boys now then?”
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FanficThis is a story about a girl. Hayley Turner was her name. No interest in One Direction whatsoever. Her friend made her go to their concert. To her it was the most horrible thought ever. She never thought that something like this would turn her life...