Extra! (One Direction fanfiction)

And So It Begins...

Hey y'all! Here's something that I've been working on for a while! Another 1D fanfiction :D Don't hate on me, but in this story, they're not 1D :( I just used each of the boys for characters that I thought would suit them and be excellent characters! But you have my word that I stayed true to each boy completely. Enjoy!!!

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I compulsively checked my email. Every 2 minutes, I clicked refresh. The emails that I was getting were from my friends, asking me if I had gotten the email. I got pretty annoyed, as you can imagine. After twenty minutes of this, I just called them all on a four way.

I was met by screaming.

“HOLY SHIT! YOU GOT IN YOU GOT IN YOU GOT IN!!!!”

“Think of the parties and the guys and the fame…!”

“You have NO idea how lucky you are, girl!”

“Alright, enough!” I finally shouted. All the squealing was silenced. “First of all, I did not get in yet. Secondly, I cannot concentrate with your constant IM’s, emails and Facebook chats popping up all over it. And Abbie, cool it with the texting, alright?”

My three best friends, Abbie, Ashlie and Kaylie were freaking out. Again. Simply because I had auditioned for the glamorous role of ‘Extra’.  Yes, an extra. Big whoop.

“But, Kellie, this is a once in a lifetime thing!” Abbie insisted. 

“No, it’s really not!” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, well, not all of us have a rich ass grandma who gives her little Kellie-kins whatever she wants!” I could hear the sarcasm rolling off of Ashlie’s tongue.

“And besides, Kellie, you get out of school for it! How awesome is that?” Kaylie sounded jealous.

“Guys, I really think that you’re just blowing this out of proportion!” I plopped on my bed, never taking my eyes off of the laptop sitting in front of me.

“Not really, hon!” Abbie chuckled.

“Yeah, but still. I haven’t even gotten in- HEY!” I screamed. “Niall, what the hell?!” I jumped up and kicked him in the groin. Niall was eighteen and my obnoxious but lovable older brother. He had illegally entered my room- again -and snapped my laptop shut. I flipped it open right away as he lay groaning on the floor and logged back in with lightening speed.

The giggling on the line was not at all appreciated. “Thanks for the support, guys!” I muttered.

“Oh, come on, Kell! You and your bro are just too hysterical!” Ashlie giggled.

“Whatever…” I mumbled as I logged into my email. My heart stopped as I read the 1 inbox notification.

“Guys, did one of you email me?” I said shakily.

“Nope, not recently.” A chorus of denials replied.

“Omigod.” I breathed.

“Omigod, she got it!” Kaylie screamed.

“It’s here!” I shouted.

“What does it say what does it say what does it say?!?!?!?!” Everyone was screaming.

“Dear Miss Kellie May Horan: Congratulations! You have been selected as an extra for the upcoming movie More Than This with an all star cast including Rachel McAdams, Liam Hemsworth, Jennifer Lawrence and-” I got cut off as howls and screams errupted from the phone. “Guys. Guys? GUYS!” I screamed into the phone. They were quiet. “-and British pop sensation ZAYN MALIK!” I finished.

“Omigod, SHUT UP!” Abbie screamed.

“This is just unreal!” Ashlie cried.

“You HAVE to get us autographs!” Kaylie sighed.

“I will! Hold on a sec!” I put the phone down and screamed up the stairs. “MOM!” 

“What?”

“Can I have the girls over for a sleepover tonight?” I leaned against my doorframe.

“Well, your father and I are going to Uncle Ed’s 40th, but as long as Niall is here then fine.” 

“Ugh, Mom, I don’t need a babysitter! Let alone Niall!” I rolled my eyes as my mom descended the stairs into the foyer outside of my room. 

“Honey, I’m sorry, but you have no choice! Love you! See you tomorrow!” She kissed my forehead and waved. “JERRY! Get DOWN here or we’re gonna be late for your brother’s party!” she firmly put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” My dad pounded down the stairs, looking as debonair as always. My parents were like supermodels, and even I have to say that Niall had inherited their looks. Both my parents and Niall’s roots were in Ireland; they had moved to America when Niall was two. They had strong Irish accents that had somehow leaked down to Niall but not to me. I guess being born and raised in America cut that off? My friends say that I have a slight accent, very slight, but I usually don’t hear it. Being Irish, my parents and Niall & I were pale skinned, light eyed and freckled. I had reddish blonde hair & bright green eyes that I was very satisfied with. I wasn't exactly skinny like the rest of my family, though. I got the curvy gene. Luckily, I was curvy in all of the right places. 

“Love you, honey!” Dad gave me a bear hug and ran out of the house to catch Mom’s ass in his hands before she stepped out of the door. I rolled my eyes and ran up the stairs to find Niall sitting on the couch in the family room playing Mario Kart.

“Yo, Niall!” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. He just kept playing.

“Um, I’m busy!” He rolled his eyes.

I rolled mine and crossed the room to the TV’s power switch and flicked it off.

“But I suppose not too busy for my favorite sister.” Niall stood and slumped his shoulders in defeat, his eyes glinting playfully. He could be a pain in the ass, but in the end, he was probably one of the sweetest guys I knew.

“Look: I’m having a sleepover and, as much as I love you, I don’t exactly want you interfering. So can you get out of here, maybe?”

“Well, if that‘s how you really feel! But I would get my ass kicked if Mom and Dad found out…” he ran his hand through his hair, looking a bit conflicted.

“Well they won’t! So go to Emmalie’s or something. Just go anywhere but here!” Emmalie was his current girlfriend.

“Fine. I’m out! Oh, just don’t trash the place!” He turned back and pointed a finger at me.

“Yeah, cuz I’m the child that would trash the place!” I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

“Oh, shut up!” Niall grabbed his keys, flashing a charming smile at me, and bolted down the steps. As soon as I heard his car pull out of the driveway, I shrugged and went into the kitchen.

“Best brother ever!” I smiled to myself.