What Happens in Disney [One Direction Fan Fiction!]

Chapter 1

A/N: Thanks to @WeAreAHurricane for the cover photo :]

"Mom, Sarah's touching me!" My younger brother Christian screamed. Oh, yes. Car rides with my family were always fun. I sat in the passenger seat of my mom's minivan as we pulled through the gate of the most "magical place in the world!" Disney World. Except, now it's gotten to be less magical to me since I've been there probably 10 times in this past month. All the rides that once made my heart stop when we would climb up the hill to the big drop didn't affect me anymore.

"Mom!!" Christian screamed again.

"For goodness sake, Del. Do something about your siblings." My mom commanded me.

"They're not my kids." I replied, spitefully, not even giving a glance in her direction. I felt her stare a hole in my head though with a scowl on her face. I've grown to not care what my mom thinks. Ever since my dad died, she shut the motherly act down and became more stressed and uptight. I don't know why. It's not like she even had to work; when my dad died, he left enough money for her to not have to pick up a job and to raise her kids. But with her not taking on the responsibility of kids, it left me to do most of the work, or at least from my eyes that's how the story goes.

I turned around and shot my 8-year-old brother a death glare. "Christian, you can deal with it until we get inside the park." This was going to be another long day in Disney.

So, this is me. My name is Delaware Porter. Constantly having to deal with an immature mother; an all-time, cranky, 8-year-old brother; and an over-dramatic, 6-year-old sister. As my mom finally parked the  car in the humongous parking lot, my mother, Christian, and I hopped out.

"Don't leave me!!" Sarah screamed before my mom even had the chance to open the car door to unbuckle her car seat.

"I'm not leaving you, Sarah." She threw the door open and unbuckled the little girl, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I threw my medium-length, blonde hair up into a high ponytail, not caring how it looked, but just wanting it off my neck. I got my blonde hair from my mom. I had dark blue eyes from my dad. I don't like to talk about him though.. I tied the shoelaces to my black converse. I sported jean shorts and a loose t-shirt that was a size too big on me, but I loved it. It had a faded American flag on the front. Most of my friends knew I had no real fashion sense; I just wore what felt best. I looked at my reflection in the car window- my face still hadn't grown to its fullest and I stood only 5 feet tall, therefore leaving me to look like a 10-year-old, when I'm really 17; freckles were splattered over my nose and cheeks; and since I hadn't refreshed my makeup, the makeup I left on from yesterday looked faded and crusty. Like I cared though; from experience, I've learned that no guy has been or ever will be interested me, especially based off of my looks. So why should I really care?

"Our car is in the Goofy parking lot, row 44. Remember that." My mom told us kids as we walked to the tram to hitch a ride to the monorails.

"Goofy, 44!" Sarah cheered. She kept on cheering this from the time we got on the tram until the time we got off the tram and stood in line to get aboard a monorail. She also kept stomping her light-up sneakers that had a rubber Minnie and Mickey Mouse printed onto the front of them.

The ride on the monorail felt like forever, but we finally arrived at the main theme park- the Magic Kingdom, where Cinderella's castle was. We pushed through the crowds of adults and little kids, and waited in the bag check. After the bag check, we had to go through the ticket lines, then finally after that long process, we were in the park. I stared up at the large Castle in front of me. It hadn't changed at all since last time.. even though the last time was only last week. We come here alot. Almost too much. I had pretty much every ride memorized.

"Oh my God!!" "Come Back!" "Will you give me your autograph!?" "I love you!!" A hoard of girls from different ages ran and bombarded someone famous, until they reached the "Employees Only" door entering into the side of Cinderella's Castle. I merely shrugged it off. So far since our trips to Disney I've seen Miley Cyrus, Josh Hutcherson, Mario Lopez, Ellen Degerneres, and Liam Neeson- none of which I fangirled over. Except.. well, maybe Liam Neeson. I have a logical excuse though: he reminded me of my father. Whenever I watched any of his movies, I felt as if my dad had inhabited his body and was trying to convey some profound message to me. Afterwards, I realized it was all just a script though.

I took my siblings to Toontown by Fantasyland, a 20-minute walk away in the very back of the park, so that they could ride Goofy's barnstormer a few hundred times. This was the first time being here that Sarah was tall enough to ride the kid's rollercoaster, so she was scared and excited at the same time.

"Please, Del! Please. You have to come on with me.." She stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. "I might pee my pants if you don't come." She then gave me a puppy dog face.

I rolled my eyes but complied. I wasn't much of a kid person, but when it came to my sister, I pretty much just went with the flow and did whatever she wanted.

After the ride was over and we've ridden it about 20 times, it all added up to Sarah havign to go to the bathroom. So, my mom put Sarah in her stroller and we made our trek towards Tomorrowland to eat at one of our favorite restaurants Cosmic Ray's Starlight Cafe. After we ordered our food, we found a table to dine at.

"Del, take Sarah to the bathroom please." My mother waved a diaper in my face.

"Are you serious!?" I stared at my mom in disbelief. "I take your kids on rides. I stand in line with them for hours. I have to discipline them. They're mostly my responsibility and yet you want me to do more!?" Anyone over listening would've thought I was a spoiled brat, but they wouldn't understand anyways.

"Do you see how much you're over-reacting, Delaware?" My mom used my full first name which, simply, meant that she was pissed.

"Me!? I'm over-reacting!? Forget this." I stood up from the table and stomped off away from my mom, leaving her with my two siblings. I made my way for the bathroom, but figured that'd be too easy of a place to be found. Instead, I took the door that said "Employees Only". Down the hallway there were doors that I bet led to the kitchen and the behind the counter. Not wanting to be caught and thrown out of the park, I hid under a desk that was against the wall. It had papers thrown all over it and it looked out of place, for a desk in the "Employees Only" hall inside of Disney World. I was out of place too though, so I thought I'd blend in well sitting under this desk. One of the doors down the hallway flew open, and the person stood right in front of the desk- clocking out of work I bet.

Maybe I was overreacting.. 

I didn't have much time to consider that because suddenly, all the doors flew open. "Come on, Drew!" A voice yelled.

"What's happening?" The boy in front of the desk asked.

"Evacuation." Immediately, there were hundreds of feet I saw scurrying towards the exit. Evacuation? I wondered. Why would there be a evacuation? Within minutes there was not a sound coming out from underneath the doors or anywhere, and like a stubborn girl I stayed put under the desk, disregarding any consequences I would have to face if I were found. Eventually, I shifted my legs and pulled myself out from underneath the desk. I stood up and made my way towards the door that led into the cafe. When I opened it, everyone was gone. Food was splattered everywhere and chairs were pushed around all across the restaurant. It needed some major cleaning. So this is what it's like when no one is here? I would hate to have to work here and clean this mess up. I climbed up onto the counter and into the kitchen.

I found bacon and started grilling it on a stove. I grabbed a glass coke bottle and emptied it. Luckily, their stoves were gas stoves so I took a gas tank of one of the stoves and cut the pipe so that I could fill the bottle up with propane and egg whites. I stuck a cloth into the propane in the bottle. I found a bottle stopper that fit and pushed it in. I did this to two more bottles and grabbed a lighter, making sure it was filled. Once I had two cups of bacon grease, I drained it through a coffee filter to make sure it had no bits of meat in it. I poured the grease into a coke can after emptying it. Then I grabbed a bottle of water. I grabbed one of the smaller knives out of the knife holder and grabbed the frying pan off the oven. I loosened my belt on my shorts and tucked all my bottles into the belt, finding duct tape and duct taping them into place. With knife and frying pan in hand, I was ready for action.