Just One Thing (A One Direction/Logan Lerman Fan-Fic)

Prologue

Hullo Wattpadders! 

A brand new story from a person who never finishes any of her stories. I'm sorry. Losing inspiration faster than you can think. So, a new story. I don't know anything about One Direction. I like their music, and the guys are really sweet and hot. That's all I know and I admire them for that. This story features two of my good friends, BecauseOfYou and her cousin who happens to be my classmate, and about their dreams of meeting One Direction. I dunno how I ended up here, but I guess I just did. =D  

*Tasha's POV*

First thing that's annoying me is that someone's pushing me. And it's kinda hard. Second, my blankets are pulled off. Third....someone yells in my ear.

"Holy FUCKING cow!!!!!!!" I scream.

"Wake up you crazy bitch!"  yells Fizza.

"WHY!? It's still...--I look at my iPhone--...holy moly...--"

"EXACTLY!!!!! Get up useless, we gotta catch a plane!!" she yells again.

"Okay I'm up I'm UP will you puh-lease STOP YELLING!?"  

"Nooooooooooo!! I'm sooooo exciiiiiiteeeeed!"  she squealed yet again. I groaned and fell back onto my pillow. 

"Zaaaaaiiiinaaaab. Please, get her to shut up. Please. Just please. There is nothing great in One Direction!!!" I droned.

Next thing I knew was that both Fizza and Zainab had jumped onto me and were pounding me everywhere. Including my private parts. Holy FUCK! THE PAIN!

"Oof! Umf! GET OFF ME---AHAHAHA---S-S-S-T-T-O-O-P!! I WAS K-K-K-IDDING! PLE-E-E-E-A-A-ASE! SORRY! I'm SORRY! I LOOOOOOOOVE ONE DIRECTION!" 

They just continued pounding and bouncing on me like I was some freaking bouncy castle. Newsflash! I'm human.... 

I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures and I proceeded to yell as loud as I could for Fizza's mom. And then--

"Both of you! Get off Tasha! You're going to be late for the airport! Goodness gracious, I wouldn't be surprised if you missed your plane!" scolded Fizza's mother, causing both Zainab and Fizza to launch themselves off me to take a shower and get dressed as fast as they could.

***

"Okaaay! We ready? Got all your bags Zainab? Stop shaking Fizza. You aren't gonna die." I said impatiently. I just wanted to get into the plane and leave so we could finally be in England. Never ever been to England, but this summer I chose to come to Dubai with Zainab and meet Fizza, my mortal clone. Maybe not complete clone, considering how she was about ten times crazier and hyper-er than me. So the plan was to come to Dubai and then head off with Zainab and Fizza to England for a week, from where we were to go to New York and stay there a few days and then get back to England from where we got back to Dubai and then Zainab and I headed back to India. One long trip.

And the whole purpose?

We were going to meet One Direction......and Logan Lerman.....