The Directioner Games

[1] Borderline Obsession

"One Direction! One Direction! One Direction!"

The screams continued.

"Zayn! Harry! Over here, Liam! OH MY GAWD, IT'S LOUIS!! NIALL! NIALL LOOK HERE!!!"

Okay, by now I was getting a massive headache. Funny word massive. Mass-ive. Ma-ssive. Mass. Ive.

"HE LOOKED AT ME!!! OMG! HARRY HUGGED ME!!!"

Mass-ively massive. Okay, I feel light-headed now.

"CAN I GET A PICTURE? My friends are going to be SO jealous!! NIALL! NIALLER! I LOVE YOU!"

Where am I again? And what is up with these crazy girls?

"Arielle? Are you awake?" called Mum, stepping into my room. Wait? My room?

"The girls outside are going crazy! I don't know what those Direction boys are doing inside Old Man Wilson's house."

"Mum, Old Man Wilson's been dead for over a month now." I managed to croak out as I sipped my healing tea. Ahh, that felt good.

"Oh." she said, looking at the hordes of fan girls shrieking and squealing outside. She closed the windows and drew the curtains. Big fat help that was. The screams continued and my massive head ache remained.

"Can they please shut up??!!" My head. Oh, my head.

"Arie? You like them too don't you?" Oh yes mother, now is the time to make me feel horrible about myself. Stupid flu. I could've been amongst them, screaming those five holy names.

Okay, so I'm obsessed about them as well. But not that obsessed. I guess I was suffering from borderline obsession. As in, I was obsessed but not obsessed enough to completely lose my sanity.

"ZAYN!! HE WINKED AT ME FROM THE WINDOW!!!"

Yeah, you and the other 52372567812 girls standing in his view.

"I'm fine Mum. I'll try to catch a few winks. Go back to bed."

"Bed? With these screaming girls? I don't think so. Maybe I should call the cops or something." she said sitting near my feet on my bed. She brightened at her own idea and made a motion to stand up.

"Don't do that! It feels kind of nice that they're sort of where I'm lying sick."

My mum looked at me incredulously. "The fangirls?"

I shot her a look, "No! One Direction!"

She held up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll let you rest then. Screams and all." and saying that, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I sighed, closing my eyes and turning sideways, away from the window. Come to me sleep, come to me.

But sleep didn't come. Not even a single bloody wink. "ARGHHH!" I screamed in a pillow after the chants continued. Why weren't their voices wearing off yet?

I slipped out of bed and threw back the curtains. The sight below was unbelievable. 84378561949 girls standing in the cramped yard of the house next door and these big burly men trying to push them off.  From the house, I could see four British boys as well as an Irish one, looking at the girls with amused expressions.

My head was pounding so bad about now. I opened the window and waved my arms about. Not once caring that I was in my unicorn-themed robe and that my hair were unkempt and just plain ugly-looking.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU MINDLESS BUNCH OF CUNTS!"

Immediately, five heads along with 84378561949 others snapped in my direction. I wasn't that loud, was I? Silence crept over the little gathering and I clamped a hand over my mouth.

Fuck.