Only One Direction

Chapter One

Anabelle's POV: 

I called a cab to come pick me up. It was drizzling rain. When the cab got to the airport, I hopped in. My phone buzzed. 

"Harry My Boo: I'm going to win. For you. <3" I smiled and a tear rolled down my face. 

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the cab driver questioned. I nodded happily, stuffing my phone under my leg and looking out the window confidently. A plane took off and I waved at it. The driver looked at me like I was insane but it was worth it. Goodbye, Harry. I thought. Good luck.

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~A FEW WEEKS LATER~ 

I was on FaceBook looking through Harry's pictures. Him and the boys were really getting close. Since X-Factor started, Harry has created a band with four other boys called One Direction. They have become great friends. My computer made a noise. Skype displayed a message.

"Incoming call from: Harry Styles"

I closed the internet and accepted Harry's call. "Hello, love!!" yelled Harry. I smiled and said "Hi Harry-Boo!!" In the background I heard someone yell in an irish accent, "IS THAT ANABELLE?!" I laughed as Harry screamed "Maybe!!!!" Niall suddenly jumped into view. 

"Hi, sweetheart!" I smiled and said, "Hi Niall! How're you?" He was about to respond until something hit him in the face, causing him to fall off the back off the coach.

... A... Carrot...? "Hi Anabelle" He enphasized the "belle" and wiggled his eyebrows at Harry. Harry smacked his arm and blushed. Niall stood up and tackled Louis to the ground. Harry took his chance, grabbed the computer, ran to his bedroom, locked the door, and set the laptop on the bed. 

"How are you doing?" he asked. "Pretty okay... I miss you." I said. I could hear a unison of "AWWWW"'s coming from outside the door and I grinned. "I miss you too, love. I'll come get you soon." I was almost eighteen and as soon as I turned eighteen, I was going on tour with Harry and the boys. Harry had promised he was going to come get me. 

I brushed my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I could see myself in the little box at the bottom of the skype screen. I looked awful. "I'll be right back, Harry." He frowned. "Okay but don't change. You look beautiful." I blushed. One thing I hated about myself was that when I blushed, it was noticable. My cheeks turned rosy red on my pale face. I nodded.

I got up and jumped into the shower. I took a two minute shower, just rinsing off and shampooing my hair, blew dryed it, put it into a perfect ponytail, put on some makeup and changed into shorts and a tie-dye shirt that Harry and I made together a few weeks before he left. Then I jumped back onto the screen. "I'm BACK!!!" I yelled. Harry's face lit up. "Welcome back!" he said. I smiled. He was back on the coach surrounded by the boys. "So," I said. "12 more days until my birthday! Are you still gonna come get me?" I asked. Harry smiled big and nodded. Then he looked concerned. 

"I have to go!!! Bye Anabelle! Love you!!" I frowned but said, "Love you too, Harry." He smiled, "Talk later, love."

"Call ended."

Harry's POV: 

"BOYS! I FORGOT TO GET ANABELLE A PRESENT!!!!" I screamed. My lads laughed at me. "It ISN'T funny!!! I have to go NOW!" All at once they screamed, "ME TOO!!" We went to the mall.