Suprise At My Door Step

"So get out, get out, get outta my head

And fall into my arms instead

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is

But I need that one thing, that you've got

That one thing"

The lyrics to "One Thing" by the famous One Direction blast out of my Mac speakers.

"Now I'm climbing the walls

But you don't notice at all

That I'm going outta my mind

All day and all night"

I sing to the top of my lungs. One Direction! I love them! They are amazing!!! I am a total directioner! I am obsessed and I know all the lyrics to all the songs by heart and I have posters of them plastered all over my room and I have nearly all their merchandise. Did I mention I'm obsessed? Louis part starts and I sing along.

"Something's gotta give now

Cause I'm dying just to know your name

And I need you here with me now

Cause you've got that one thing"

Just as the chorus starts theirs a knock on my door. "Emmy open up. I forgot my keys again!" yelled my roommate and best friend Sydney Hugh. I pause my music and unlock the door. "Damn girl you have to remember to bring your keys." I say. "I know I just cant remember!" she whines while walking to her room. "Hey I saw this cool thing on this show I used to be obsessed with when I was a kid. Zoey 101. She had her key on her necklace. It was cute and you would remember it. You can even decorate it so you can wear it everywhere!" I say happily. "Yea sure. That sounds cool. After my shift tonight we can work on it together" she says while getting ready to leave again. "Okay see you then. Bye" I say and lock up the door after her.

Wait I'm getting ahead of myself let me introduce myself. Hi, my name is Emily Wager or as my friends call me Emmy and I am 19 years old. I go to Julliard Academy in the glamours NYC! I am studying to be a dancer. Not classical though. More of a hip hop. Like the girls you see in music videos. Me and Sydney live together since we go to school together and have the same classes so we thought it would be easier to do it all together, so we got an apartment here in Manhattan. We both have part time jobs. She works at Sephora and I work at Starbucks. And today was my day off.

Anyways, when she left I put the music back on. I start to listen to another song, More Than This. Halfway through the song there's another knock on the door. "Now what did you forget Syd?" I ask while pausing the music and running to open the door.

"HOLY CRAP YOUR-" my sentence was cut short by a hand, belonging to a very glorious looking boy, getting clamped over my mouth and the 5 strangers drag me inside my home.