I didn't have a choice [Chapter 1]

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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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