I'm Torn Between Three (One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 1.

A/N: This is copyrighted. No one is allowed to take my ideas, character, plots, and etc. Except One Direction which they are not mine. Haha. Please comment and tell me if its good or give me any suggestions or questions. This is my first time on Wattpad so please bare with me. I will be updating whenever I can and some of the chapters maybe short. Sorry. Hope you like it. Enjoy!(:

Dev's POV:

I walked into the pretty much empty cold gym today with my long dirty blonde wavy hair in a ponytail. I guess no one was here because it was a Saturday night. And, of course, I'm alone again on a Saturday night. I was wearing just a plain baggy black shirt with my black and white running shorts and my running shoes. I had no makeup on, but since i didnt usually wear much, I looked good natural. Anyway, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Dev and I'm 18 and I turn 19 on Christmas. Yes, I'm a Christmas baby, but its not a cool or fun as it seems. I am from Tamworth, England but I moved when I was 15. I have dirty blonde hair, green eyes, white straight teeth, a bit of fair tan skin, and I'm 5'6. I'm not a very interesting person but I like doing weird and random things and I love One Direction and music in general. I'm also a big kluts. I also never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. Strange right? I like to call it unique. I just never had luck with boys. I think its because I'm ugly. I don't find anything attractive about myself and I'm not skinny. I have a bit of a belly. I was always the chubby, quiet, shy, and nerdy girl in school so I was bullied. I never had much friends only my four beautiful childhood friends which were like family to me. I havent seen them in a while but I always talk to them on the phone since I've been travelling. I've been living in different hotels for a year now. The reason I've been like that is because I just like to travel. I don't have a job but I'm an author, I dabbled in music, and I was a Jiu Jitsu fighter. I've written a trilogy, and that's how i get my money. (A/N: Jiu Jitsu is a type of MMA fighting. It's like UFC.)

The gym was pretty big. It had cardio machines to the left and weights and different rooms to the right. It also had a big mirror going across the front wall that faced the gym doors. Next to the mirror was some of those blue excerise balls. I took my duffle bag that I had in my right hand and walked off to the locker room. The locker room had rows of grey big lockers. I put my bag on the wood benches that were infront of the lockers. I took out my white iPhone and my purple headphones out of my bag. I then put my bag in the locker and slammed it close. I went out and walked to the treadmills. While I was walking, I unknotted my headphones and plugged them in my phone. I quickly put the eaplugs in and shoved my phone in my pocket. I decided to play my One Direction playlist. I stepped onto the machine and started to press some buttons to start the machine at the speed I wanted. I started speed walking on it to warm up then I started to run. I ran for about 30 minutes and stopped. Since I'm a dumbass, I forgot to get my water from my bag. I groaned alittle. I really didnt want to walk all the way to the lockers. I'm lazy but I'm not its weird. I reluctantly walked to the lockers and grabbed my ice cold water from the locker. I slammed it shut and dragged my feet back to the machines. I started to work on the bicycle machine. After 30 minutes of that and 15 minutes of abwork, I dediced to take a break of five minutes. I sat on a bench that was next to a receptionist type thing. I took a deep sigh and pretty much cracked every bone in my body. I grunted at the sound of it. I soon got bored as usually went behind the receptionist thing. As you can see, I get pretty distracted. I started to fiddle with things and pretty much I destroyed the desk. I flung rubberbands everywhere, there's little post its all over with little drawings on them, and pencils on the ceiling. You might be asking yourself why are there pencil on the ceiling? Well its simple. I sharpened them and threw them to the ceiling and they stuck. They are like mini knives. I laughed at the thought of it. After that event of destroying the desk, I was still bored. So I started to fling rubber bands and pencils all over the gym. I really wanted someone to come in so I can throw something at them. I stood there for like 5 minutes with a pencil and rubber band in hand. Then someone opened the door. I held my breath as an evil grin came upon my face. Once he came into view. I threw them to him. I was hiding behind the desk as I threw so they wouldnt see me. I stifled a low laugh. I heard him say lowly," What the hell?" He looked around but then shrugged it off. He was pretty tall and had a white shirt on and some black basketball shorts. I didnt get a good look at his face but it didnt matter. Then I heard alot more people come in. This was my chance. I started to fling pencils and rubberbands as fast as I could  and pretty much anything i could find. This time I couldnt see them but by the sounds of there voices they were all guys. I heard sayings like," What the hell?" or "We're being attacked!" and "Where is this coming from?"  and "Why are there pencils on the ceiling?" I started to hysterically laugh silently as i rolled on the floor. I heard them laugh too at the weirdness of the situation. The strange thing that I noticed is, is that their voices sounded british. I shrugged it off. This was too funny. I heard a silence come over the room. That was strange. I slowly came up but still hid behind the desk enough to see the gym. There was nobody there. I got confused. Maybe I didnt here them leave because I was so into my laughter. I finally stood up all the way. I looked around and there was not one shadow in sight. I said to myself but out load," Where are they? Oh well, that was funny." Then without a blink of the eye, 5 guys popped up from the side of desk practically giving me a heart attack. I gasped very loudly like in the movies. Sadly, since I'm a kluts, I tripped back on some pencils on the floor and hit the back of my head on the other side of the desk. The last thing I heard was first the laughter of the guys then some 'Oh my god's' of panic. Then I blacked out.