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

England And Its Surprises

The first chapter's out! 1D fans! Please read! I'm gonna go ahead and research about the 'cuz I don't know a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g about either of them.  If anyone could help intoxicate me with the One Direction Infection, I would be grateful.  And yeah, somebody knows who I'm talking about =D

*Tasha's POV*

Finally. Off that darn plane. I pulled my bags off the baggage belt and began searching for Zainab's and Fizza's bags. 

"You guys! Stop oogling over the fact that we're going to meet them. Be a little responsible, for heaven's sake!" I grumbled.

               "Oooh sad sad Tasha! You don't know a thing about the boys! I'm going to faint when I see them, I totally swear it." Fizza flailed her arms around her head and sighed romantically. Her t-shirt sported a picture of One Direction on the front and said "I'M DOWN WITH THE 'DIRECTION INFECTION" on the back. She hugged herself and pulled on her fluffy jacket. I put my hand on my side and rolled my eyes impatiently.

"Tasha, come on, even though you aren't excited, can't you just pretend to be? Just for our sakes? When did you get so unenthusiastic about things huh?" asked Zainab disappointedly. A pang of guilt rushed through me. Sighing, I dropped the bags.

              "I got a confession to make you guys..." I said.

"Yeah?" they chorused.

I threw my hands up into the air like a supermodel.

                    "'You kidding me?! Of course I'm excited to meet One Direction,--although I don't know anything about them-- I can find out, I'll find out for sure! They're world famous. How bad could it get!!!!!!!???" 

                                   Both of them grinned widely at me, finally relieved that the old me was back. I was just petrified at first, being all alone without my family around me. Just needs some getting used to I guess. Well, I'm not exactly the acceptable type around hot boys. More like extremely shy and not willing to talk at all. But hang on, once I'm comfortable around them, I'm the goddarn craziest person on earth. 

                                             The three of us lugged our bags behind us to the exit, shuffling quickly through the surprisingly busy airport and gasping at every single blue-eyed boy and every heavily accented piping clear voice. We were expected to be picked up by somebody and taken to our hotel from where we would go and meet up with the band. On walking out, I found myself in front of a tall, man in a deep blue suit and hat who was holding a piece of paper that had our names on it. His nametag said "Bruno Saunders". I looked at him, smiled and nodded politely. He touched his hat in response and guided the three of us to the parking lot and fished his keys out of his jacket pocket. I hugged my deep purple jacket tighter around me; it was colder than I had expected. 

"Dude, we're meeting One Direction." said Fizza all of a sudden. She let out a high-pitched giggle with Zainab as we got into the car and I couldn't help feeling a little excited about meeting five of the most famous boys in the world. I felt my fingers go cold hard and numb as I began to sweat despite the cold. The power of nervousness. Soon, my mind was filled with pictures of the five boys called One Direction and had my own roughly shaped figure of what each of their personalities would be like. I'd love to interview them too, if they were willing.  

"Oh yeah, um.." I said shyly. Bruno looked at me with his lightly marked eyebrows raised. "Yes madam?" he asked.

"Um, I think we were to go to our hotel first?" I asked.