Luckiest Chance - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

This is Katelyn [Chapter 1]

Hi everybody, little author's note here. I just started a Wattpad account and I've always wanted to write a Fan Fiction, so here I am (: . I've read many of the others for a while and I felt like writing my own. So, since this is my first story, I'm sorry if it's not good, but I'm trying my best. I hope you all like it. I hope this story turns out well, I've planned it for a while. And since I just finished school, I will be updating it quickly. Enjoy! :D

I woke up to the sound of my annoying, beeping alarm clock at 6:00 AM. I snoozed it and went back to bed. After 10 short minutes, I turned it off and I lazily got up and went straight to the shower to get ready for another boring school day.

My name is Katelyn Scott and I turned 17 three months ago. I have long, dark brown hair that goes down to my lower back and matching brown eyes that sparkle. I eat A LOT but I'm very skinny. Because I have a high metabolism, I kind of take advantage of it and eat whatever I want. I have little curves, but not too much to notice. I'm also nice to everybody, unless you get on my bad side, but everyone has their enemies, right?

I've lived in Detroit, Michigan basically all my life and it's pretty cool. It's not as bad as everyone thinks it is... if you're used to it. I'm a Junior in high school, almost becoming a Senior because we have one more month of school left.

You cannot understand how happy I was for school to be almost over. I'm going in college to become a psychologist. I just liked the feeling of helping people deal with their issues and helping them out. I do it now, everyone at school comes to me for advice.

After I got done showering, I put on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a Hollister shirt and blowdried and straightened my hair. I put on a small amount of eye liner and mascara, and a little foundation couldn't hurt. After I got done with everything I put on my white Jordan high-tops (I love Jordans hehehe) and grabbed an apple and went to go check on my mom.

My dad was at work so I didn't see him, and my mom was still sleeping. I left her room, got my bag full of books, and left to the car. I started it and left the house.

On my way to school, I threw the apple out the window when I was done eating it and turned up my radio because One Direction was playing.

Okay, so there's one thing to know about me. I absolutely, positively, massively LOVE One Direction. I mean, who wouldn't right? But then again, everyone has haters ): . Though, I never really fangirl over them or anything like that because I think that would make me annoying and like every other annoying One Direction fan.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE talking to Directioners, but not if they talk about them every single second of their lives. There is actually a concert tomorrow for One Direction and my uncle works at Fox Theater so he got me Meet and Greet tickets and front row seats. I was so excited to actually see them front row and actually meet them.

I promised myself I wouldn't get my hopes us because every time I do, something goes wrong and things never turn out the way I plan.

I parked in my school parking lot and went inside to find a group of girls by a corner freaking out about One Direction coming to Detroit tomorrow, nothing unusual. As I put my books in my locker, my friend came and shut the locker, thank god my hand was out of the way.

Her name is Jennifer Davis, but everyone calls her Jenni. She had long, dark brown hair like mine except she had blonde highlights. She was so pretty. She had grass-green eyes and had a body every girl dreamed of. I always have friends that are prettier than me, I don't know why. I think I'm pretty, but not perfect or beautiful, and not as much as my other friends.

"Tomorrow is THE day!" Jenni screamed excitedly as she shut my locker.

"The day for what?" I asked her, pretending not to know what she was talking about.