The Story Of Us (One Direction Fan Fiction)

chapter 1 - Meeting the Boys

-Olivia's POV-

I jumped out of bed as my alarm clock blasted out at 7 in the morning. My eyes were still raw from crying the night before. I sat on the edge of my bed and stretched my arms and yawned. I then clutched my necklace tightly in my hand. It was a gold locket; inside was a small picture of my parents and I when I was little. This necklace was the only memory i had left of them.

My parents passed away 4 years ago in a car accident and I was still depressed about that. They were the best parents a girl could ever have. I could count on them for anything,and they would always give me the best advice. I would always tell everyone I was fine, but in reality I wasn't. I moved in with my grandmother right after my parents passed. In a way, it made me feel better, but I still felt like someone had taken a big chunk of my life and burnt it into ashes.

I got up and headed into the shower. I washed my long thick blonde curls with vaniall scented shampoo. I felt the water run down my somewhat tanned skin as i turned the faucet off. I wrapped myself in a pink towel and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Today was the day I would try and move on with my life. Maybe get a job, meet new people. I don't know. What I did know was that my uncle Simon was bringing me and my best friend Kylie to London. yes, my uncle in Simon Cowell. The guy that created the so called band, One Direction. I've heard about them a lot but I didn't know them since I lived far away from London, but I knew I was going to meet them very soon.

-Kylie's POV-

I woke up really early in the morning. I took a quick shower and threw on some light blue skinny jeans and a flowy navy blue tank. I applied some make up and did my hair in a loose braid that reached my lower back. I slipped on my white converse, grabbed my luggage that I had packed days before, and shot out the door.

I lived with my alcoholic mother and abusive father. I was 19 and going nowhere in life because of them, so when Olivia asked me to come to London with her, I didn't think twice about saying yes.

I've know Olivia practically my whole life. I knew she was going through a tough time with her parents passing, and I've been these to support her all those 4 years.

I jumped in my car and pulled out my phone sending her a text.

'on my way to pick you up, we are going to have a blast in London!      Ky xxx'

-Olivia's POV-

I received a text from Kylie saying she was on her way to pick me up. I slipped on some dark-wash jeggings and threw on a cream colored jumper. I went over to the bathroom and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I put on some foundation and a few coats of mascara. Simple make-up for the flight.

Just in time I was ready, the door bell rang. I slipped on my cream colored flats, grabbed my luggage and headed downstairs.

"hey babe!" Kylie greeted me and pulled my into a hug

"Hey! you ready to go?" i asked returning the hug. She nodded

I said goodbye to my grandmother while Kylie stuffed my luggage in the trunk of her car.

"Let's hit the airport whoop!' Kylie yelled taking the driver's seat, me sitting shotgun, and driving down to the airport for our 2 hour flight to London.

*after the plane ride*

I spent most of the flight sleeping while Kylie just jammed out silently to the music on her ipod.

We got out of the plane and grabbed our luggage off the conveyor belt thing. We then walked all around the airport looking for my uncle, which said he was going to be on time to pick me up, but he was nowhere to be seen. I pulled out my phone and dialed my uncle,