Our Summer Story (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter One

Chapter 1

Our Summer Story

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My school's retarded.

Sorry, let me rephrase that. I meant the people, or to be more specific, the girls in my school are retarded. It seems as if the only words they learnt are "Oh my god! One Direction's so hot!" It's pretty sad to know them.

What's even sadder is that my best friend has been infected with all this One Direction bull as well. She used to be cool. I mean what's the big deal anyways? They're just five normal boy band with decent voices. I don't get what's so fantastic about them.

Okay, I'll admit it. They're good looking. But that's probably the only best feature that they've got. I don't understand why it's as if people treat them like they're gods or something. Well, enough about me ranting. Let me introduce myself.

I'm Clarisse Johnson. I have dark, silky black hair, a sharp face, cherry lips, and clear blue eyes. I'm 5'4 and weigh approximately 56 kg. To be honest, I hate myself. I hate everything about myself. I hate my body, my appearence, my voice, my personality. Every bit of me is imperfection. 

I'm truly sorry if I sounded suicidal up there, but I'm not, I promise. I just don't love myself. 

My life is average. My dad's always at work, since my mum doesn't need to work, it leaves me with around the house with her quite often. I'm currently single, since I practically turn down every single that asks me out. You'll know why once you meet them.

"OH MY GOD CLAIRE! I HAVE NEWS!" Tracy (my retarded best friend, yes, I love her to bits though) screams on the top of her lungs, "YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS!"

"In here!" I yell back at her from my room, just casually scrolling through my Facebook news feed.

"Claire, you will never believe what just happened!" Tracy's head pops into the room, and then she skips happily towards me, popping down onto the bed beside me.

"Try me," I yawn, knowing better that this was something related to the oh-so-great One Direction.

"One Direction's coming here!" She does a high pitched fan girl squeal. She looks up at me for approval.

"Trace, you know I love you, right?" I grimace; she nods up and down repeatedly, "I'm going to say something that's going to snap you out of this rubbish dream of yours. There are six billion people in the whole freaking world. Find someone who you actually have a chance to meet, honey. "

"You just don't get it," Tracey rolls her eyes dramatically at me; "It's them."

"You're right. I don't get it. And I'm glad I don't get it. This is all stupid. The chance of you and what's his name being together is nil. It's not going to happen, Tracey. You know it, I know it. Now instead of talking about some overrated boy band that I couldn't care less about, why don't we actually have a conversation that I'm actually into?"

"Whatever then," she mumbles, grabbing a random magazine from the pile on my bed, flipping through it loudly. It was her way of showing she was mad at me.

I shrug to myself, refocusing my attention to my laptop.

She said I didn't get what being in a unrealistic dream was like, but I wanted to tell her that she didn't understand how annoying it was to have a best friend that only knows how to talk about One Direction every single minute we're together.

And honestly, I have a lot of better things to do if she keeps doing this.

So I swore to my grave I would never end up liking One Direction, even more, I swore on my grave that I would hate One Direction.

Why?

Because it changes people. I mean, come on. Look at what's it made my best friend become. Some kind of zombie.

But eventually, I broke the thing I promised myself I'd never do.

I fell in love with One Direction. Well, one of the guys in One Direction. But this is just the beginning. And oh boy, have I got a lot to tell you.