A Nightmare Come True (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: More of a Dream than Nightmare...

I woke up in a soft bed. I groaned and sat up...causing a chorus of groans. I looked around and saw all of One Direction lying down next to me. I was in the middle of a direction dog pile. 

"You up, love? Good. I'm hungry" Niall said. I just sat there, gaping at all of the boys. None of them had shirts on.

"What am I doing here?" I asked, after a moment.

"Well, you’re going to sing for us! Like you did on your video" Liam said, putting his hands behind his head. I looked over at Zayn, whose muscles were very defined.

"Um...did you talk to my mom?" I asked, eyeing the door.

"Actually, you’re going to do that right now" Niall said, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. He handed it to me. It was an Iphone. I turned it on and dialed my mom's number.

"Hello?" I said.

"Carina? Is that you? I was so worried? What happened?" My mom asked, sounding very frantic.

"Mom, I'm fine. You know those guys who knocked on the door yesterday? Well, they work for One Direction, and they want to sign me. But, the guys came really late and then I kinda freaked out and made all that noise. I fell asleep in the car with the boys. I'm sorry for not calling you earlier!" I said in a rush.

"Oh...well, where are you?" She asked. I looked around at the boys. They shrugged.

"Um...I'll have to call you back on that one. Love you mom! Bye!" I said, hanging up. I handed the phone back to Niall.

"Alright, let's head to the kitchen, then to the recording studio" Liam said.

"Yes daddy direction" Louis said, snickering. All of the boys hopped out of bed and ran out of the room. Liam stayed in the room with me.

"You want some breakfast?" He asked, holding out a hand. I gulped and took it. He smiled and led me out the door and to the kitchen. All of the boys were sitting at a table and there was a chef standing next to them, setting down plates. Liam led me to a seat in between Zayn and Harry.

"So. How do like your eggs?" Niall asked who was sitting across from me.

"I don't. I have egg intolerance" I said.

"Oh...well, do you like pancakes?" Harry asked.

"Yeah" I said.

"Okay. Bring on the flapjacks!" Zayn said to the chef. He nodded and ran to the kitchen.

"Alright. So tell us about yourself" Liam said.

"Um...well, I love chocolate, I'm thirteen years old, I think reality shows are stupid but I watch them anyways, I live with my mom and I have a phobia of being kidnapped" I said. The table went silent.

"Oh" Louis said simply.

"How did you develop this fear?" Niall asked, curious.

"Well, I watch a bunch of weird shows about people kidnapping innocent girls and then killing them and doing a bunch of nasty stuff. I had nightmares for weeks. Sometimes I still have them" I said.

“That’s really bad. But, I guess you won’t have them anymore, since we’re here!” Harry said cheerfully. I smiled.

“Thanks Harry. I also have to say that I love you guys. Whenever I get picked on at school, I sing the chorus to your song ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ in my head. It usually helps” I said.

“You get picked on?” Zayn asked. I nodded.

“I don’t really have any friends. Everyone hates me. All because of that stupid video that I posted. It got so many views and all of the comments were from this one user who was saying that I sucked at singing and that I should get a life or that I should just go and die in a hole. Ever since then, every Sunday, I would go to the beach and climb up to the tallest rock. I would sit there for hours, thinking on whether I should jump and end my pathetic life, or just go home. I actually jumped one time, but some guy saw me do it and called the cops" I said. All of the boys just stared at me.

Why am I telling them this stuff?! It's personal, and I've never told anyone before this and they had me kidnapped! I thought.

"I'm so sorry, Carina. We didn't know. But why would that video ruin your life? It was amazing" Harry said.

"The user, who posted all of those mean things, is this girl at school who's name is Mackenzie. She's been ruining my life since fifth grade and then, she posted another video calling it 'The Real Carina Monroe'. There were images of things that I had done, but under the wrong context and she made me look so evil and cruel. Now, everyone thinks I'm the mean girl and she's the angel who was picked on by me" I explained. Zayn opened his mouth to say something, but an alarm closck rang.

"Time to sing!"