Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I dunno, I didn't really think about it."

That whole night I couldn’t sleep. Why? No it wasn’t because my bed was a piece of junk. Actually, my bed was really soft, but that’s not why. I kept thinking about what my dad said. I mean, what if I do, do the job, but they don’t let me live with them? Then my dad will get fired (which I would enjoy very much if it wasn’t for the fact of me not going to college), and then we’ll have to look for more jobs, resulting in all of them getting declined because everyone fucking hates him, then by the time we know it, years will have gone by, and all our money will be gone and we’ll have to move out on the streets, and live in a cardboard box, and share it with ten other hobos and… wow, I have a very short attention span don’t I?

Hmmm… what to do, what to do? You know what? Maybe if I fail, or if something goes wrong, at least I can rub it in my dad’s face and repeatedly tell him ‘I told you so! I told you so!’ but, what if I don’t do it? Then we’re homeless and then we’ll live in a cardboard box with ten other hobos and… wait a minute, I am not explaining myself again! Gosh I feel like those judges on Americas Next Top Model! They decide this but then they decide that and they don’t know what to do. Then by the time they finally come to a final choice, there’s only like two minutes left in the show and they leave you on a cliffhanger and a ‘Stay tuned for next week to find out the answer!’

Finally, the only thing I did was sigh, turn my head so I was faced down in my pillow, and let out a hard, piecing, angst filled scream.

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“Soooo…” said my Dad as I took a seat in the same chair I was in the day prior.

“I’ll do it.” I simply said. He sighed.

“Listen Ally, please. If you don’t do it then… wait, did you say yes?” he asked surprised.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, wow. I was going to give you this speech I rehearsed earlier about you having to do it, but I guess we don’t need it.” He reached into his pocket and threw about three to four index cards over his shoulder. “Why the sudden change in mood? I mean, yesterday you were going all about and saying that you wouldn’t do it.”

I just shrugged. “I dunno, I guess it’ll just give me something to do. Besides, it’s not like I have any friends to hang out with, or do anything at home.”

“That’s the spirit!” he said and a smug smile came over him “Now, what was your plan on intruding their, well, lives?”

“Uh,” I looked around confused “I didn’t really… have one?”

 “Oh Ally, we have a lot of work to do.” He said. So that’s how I spent my entire Wednesday afternoon. Turns out, I learned a lot from the boys, let me start off with curly.

Harry Edward Styles. Born on February 1, 1994 (the youngest), total flirt, likes cats, and doesn’t know when the right time to get a haircut is…? He’s apparently rumored to have like a shit ton of baggage and secrets but before my dad can ever get anything, his management is always one step ahead and has whatever flaws from his pretty little bubblegum pop self, removed.

Niall James Horan. Born on September 13, 1993, the cute one, the Irish one, the blonde one, and the one who laughs at almost everything.  He’s pretty clean, compared to what the others are rumored to have, and from what I read off his file, he seems like a pretty nice lad.

Liam James Payne. Born on August 29, 1993, known back then as Daddy Direction because he was the most mature one, but from what I read, he’s probably pretty corrupt now. There seems to be a whole lot of relationship drama going on in his life, but all in all, he seems like a pretty nice guy.

Zayn Jawaad Malik. Born on January 12, 1993, he has a girlfriend from yet another girl group and he seems pretty quiet. He has a bad habit of smoking (some of which people don’t respect which I think is ridiculous because they shouldn’t care what goes on in other people’s lives) and the only drama he’s spurred the last couple of months was dying a streak in his hair blonde. It’s gone now, but that was pretty much all they got on him.

Louis William Tomlinson. Born on December 24, 1991. He’s the oldest, but the most foolish one. He, too, has a girlfriend but is always being bullied by his so called ‘fans’ because most of them think the relationship is fake. The reason: still unknown to me and still uncared because, like I said before, it shouldn’t matter what goes on in other people’s lives.

I also learned all of their songs and where they like to hang out most of the time. Wow, put me in a room for six hours and I mostly know the whole lives of One Direction starting off with their X-Factor tryouts, to going on tour, and to being here, in London at who knows where right now. Know I truly know what my Dad does in his free time. I wonder where he gets all this stuff from anyways…

After almost having my brain ripped out of my skull, it was almost midnight and tomorrow would be a very hard day considering One Direction had a CD signing and that is where I would have to make my move. What if they don’t like me or something goes wrong? Eh, I’ll just come back here and ask my Dad for more advice, besides, there are probably more places to meet them right?… right?

“Alright Ally, we trained all day for this and I hope you don’t fail me.”

“Don’t worry Dad, I won’t.”

“Good, be at the signing tomorrow at noon.”

“But, I thought it started at 8?”

“Oh, it does. But, how will you meet them if you are getting their autograph?” he said “We want you to meet them right when they are exciting the building and go outside.”

“Um, okay?” I said unsure of the plan.

“In the morning.” He said “12 in the morning.”

“Okay Dad.” I said trying to make him to stop talking so we can go home.

“Alright kid, let’s go home.” He said. We left the building and once I got home and landed on my bed, I just crashed. I wonder what tomorrow will be like.