Bitter Sweet (A 1D fan fic x)

1. That One Thing

(Hey guys this is my first story i really hope you enjoy it and please don't get turned off by her 1D hatred! Please like, vote, etc it means alot thanks and i apoligize for any spelling errors! :)

If you asked me, 'what is the one thing you hate most,' I'd tell it to you straight. One Direction. Ew. And those stupid 'directioners'.Ugh. They make me sick. Stupid obnoxious talentless boys who only got, what, third? On some stupid talent show. If girls really loved them, they would've won right? I mean, it is peoples vote. They just look ok I guess. But not really. Not my type. Some pretty Ken dolls, who use it to their money advantage. What pompous up themselves pretty boys. Their music is utter electro-pop meaningless trash that has hooked millions of twelvies, who have these petty dreams of one day marrying the boys. All of them. I won't lie. I used to like them. Fantasise and put posters all over my room, watch their video diaries on repeat, follow them on twitter, yell “Kevin!” at pigeons, everything. But not any more. This was a long time ago anyway. I was 15 then, when the boys first appeared on X-Factor. I'm 19 now. Relatively close in age with the boys I guess. But in that time I have grown some brains and good taste. I do not dream about them in class, and hope for the day I will have their babies or whatever.

My mum does though.

She's 40 and single (and always will be if she keeps this up). She is crazy for the five multimillionaires. Our house is covered in merchandise. So naturally, I left for college as soon as I could.

My phone started vibrating on the duchess, and blaring out Adam Lambert. Now that's my style. (I know he's gay, whatever, at least he can sing). I picked it up. Mum. I swiped the screen, accepting the call.

“Hello?”

“Jazzy! I have the most amazayn news ever!”

Oh God. One Direction play on words. Save me.

“Yes?” I wasn't the least bit interested despite her clear enthusiasm.

“You, are the winner, of the trip to meet One Direction, and spend the entire weekend with them!” She squealed.

I rolled my eyes, slightly panicked, but not having a bar of it. I never entered anything, and she would enter herself, not me.

“Oh wow. I'm thrilled. Overjoyed. Someone call 911 before I have a heart attack from all this excitement.” I drawled.

“Darling, this is serious. I was too old, so I entered you instead. Isn't that great?! You leave Friday morning, someone will get you from your dorm. Take lots of pictures won't you? Bye-bye my love!” She made a kissing noise and hung up. She knew I was beyond pissed. I was. I swore at the empty room. My roomie dropped out, but not officially, because her rich parents that pay for it all would kill her if they found out she moved in with her boyfriend and wasn’t coming to classes. It's good for me, because she's still enrolled, so no-one will be replacing her. I get the room for myself.

I curse my mother out a million times. She wasn't lying. I can tell. What the hell was I supposed to do? Give the trip to some poor helpless girl who's fallen into the 1D trap? Runaway before Friday? Just call the competition arrangers and cancel? I have exactly a week to think about it. Maybe I could go with it and tell them exactly how it is and make them have the worst weekend of their lives, not with a screaming clingy fan girl, but with someone who can't actually stand them. What a shock that would be! Maybe they need it. Hell, they do need it. Maybe I can make them retire to the Amazon where they become hermits, and are never seen or heard of again. It sounds like a good plan, but maybe it will just be horrible for all of us? I'll have to – ew—put some serious thought into it. They're so gross, I just don't know if I'd be able to stand them.

 “Hey Jazz,” Chloe says as she slips into her seat next to me, ten minutes late give or take, as usual.

“Hey Chlo,” I respond, sounding more bummed out than I'd intended.

Chloe's a pretty girl, with silky black hair, pale skin – but not gross vampire pale, thick mascaraed eyelashes, and a lip piercing. Not the intimidating Goth kind though.

“What's wrong?” She asks, systematically arranging her books to pass time, rather than twiddling her thumbs listening to a lecturer. She'll get notes off me or someone else, and start taking note halfway through, after she's sure she's caught up on gossip.

“Oh nothing, only my Mum won me tickets to the worst weekend of my life.”

She screwed her face up, pulling her lip ring between her teeth, thinking, then her eyes widened, clicking. “No flipping way!” She gasped.

I nodded glumly.

“You know how many billions of jealous girls are out there right now, that actually care about One Direction?” Chloe said.

“Yeah.”

“Don't just 'yeah', me Jasmine. Use your brain and thin of all the cruel heartless things you cold do just to get rid of that awful weekend. Think how miserable you'd be there.”

“I dunno, I was thinking more how miserable I could make their weekend,” I turned to Chloe, smiling.

She laughed lightly, grinning at me, “I knew we were besties for a reason.”

After our classes, Chloe and I met up at the coffee house and bought to go. Chloe drove us to the mall, a wild idea that I should still be dressed to impress 1D, just to add to the fact that I'm 'gorgeous', and hate them. Though I think she's just looking for an excuse to shop. Chloe would die for my 'looks', but she is flawless. We are quite opposite in looks. I have chestnut eyes, and she has beautiful sea green ones. I'm tanned, with long blonde curls, and whilst I'm still skinny, I'm curvy. She's pale with straight shoulder length black hair, and most definitely straight up and down skinny.

We met at the start of the year and have been close ever since. Chloe pulls up at the mall and we spot her 'friend', and his friends standing in the lot.

“So you and Travis aye?” I tease. Travis is her 'friend'.

“He's just a friend. Like how we're friends.”

“No Chloe, he's not just a friend. You seriously have a thing. We don't have a thing,” I gestured to myself then her and back. They so have a thing.

Chloe rolled her eyes and got out of her white mini.

“Chloe! Hey!” Travis calls spotting her immediately, coming towards us. He's quite cute I guess. I know Chloe thinks so, though she's only admitted it once. It looks like all the other boys, four of them I think, are going to come too, but then only one other does. Great, now it'll look like a damn double date. But Braison. This could be alright.

Travis hugs Chloe and greets me. I look over at Chloe as if to say 'I told you so, no hugs for me'. Braison grins and kisses me on the cheek. I don't react. Chloe and Travis are walking away, talking. I follow. Braison sticks with me.

“'Ey babe, hows it going.”

“Fine.” I'm hard to get. I'm not going to throw myself at a boy so they can use me for a few weekends. He grabs both my hands, firm around mine, limp and loose.

“We should go out tonight.” He's stopped me in the middle of a crossing island. Travis and Chloe have disappeared into the mall. Thanks Chloe, if he was just a friend, you wouldn't ditch your best friend. If he's smart he'll know she likes him back and ask her out. I look at Braison, his light brown scruffy hair falling into his dark brown eyes. His tanned skin, he really is quite good looking. And clearly into me. What the heck. Instead of my sarcastic reply I had geared up, I said, “Yeah, sure, sounds nice.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” I shrugged.

“Great,” he smiled, dropping only one hand, still holding my other.

And I let him.

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