For me to say I love you (one direction fanfiction)

Wait what? TULULA.

Scarlett's POV

'So guys time for the competition results!' Ugh I hate it when teachers call us guys and try to be all young. Please, act your age. Your 60 not 50, grow up. 'Who are the five lucky people to help one direction out on their charity stall?' I roll my eyes as the fangirls start to squirm- including Tulula. I turn to her and raise my eyebrows. 'Lula you didn't even enter!' I say to her reasonably quietly not caring if I get told of for talking- cus I'm a rebel. She grins evily and I realise what she has done. She smirks as my mouth drops open. 'Tulula no way in flipping hell am I doing a stall with one direction!' I whisper shout- k I'm not that much of a rebel. Ava turns to me and gives me a questioning look. I try to explain through hand jesters and facial expressions. Its not as easy as they make out. Ava begins to snigger and I sigh knowing she didn't get a word of what I just signed. There's a million girls in our year who entered so we will never get pulled out! I'm not that kind of person anyway, I never win anything! And even if 1 of us do get pulled out all of us won't, its like impossible!! I pull my attention back to Miss. She's gibbering bout something to do with what were raising money for. Some charity, who cares which. 'Now time for the drawing!' She squeals excitedly. God she's like 60. She puts her hand in a bowl and rummages around. ' The first lucky person is.....' She lifts her hand out of the pot and unfolds the paper. 'SCARLETT JONES' she belts as my heart flies to my throat. Oh no. No no no. Not me! This is so typical just fantastic! I am pulled out of my protests by Tulula shoving me into the gap in between all the chairs. I shuffle towards the stage staring at the floor. I am pulled up by a blue eyed boy with unbelievably messy hair. He smiles at me as I blush. Oh my god I hardly ever get embarrassed! He goes to kiss my hand but I pull it free. He looks at me, shocked. Oh gosh they all think I'm a fan. I stand awkwardly next to a boy with curly hair. I can feel all their eyes on me as I stand with my hand on my hip and my curly dark hair falls loosley across my sholders. Miss begins to congratulate me but I blank her. I swear when this is all over I will really and truly murder Lula. I take a deep breath and try to calm down as she pulls out the next person. I can feel the blue eyed boy still staring at me. I try to stay cool. 'LEXIE PRICE!' Oh my god Lexie!! She stands up and walks quickly up to the stage avoiding any peoples stares or any of the boys on stage. She comes and stands next to me and looks at me with a shocked expression. I see all the boys staring at her and I begin to feel a little bad for ignoring them. I give them a small smile and they return it gratefully. Maybe it won't be so bad. Next person is........ ' TULULA PARKER' she screams and runs up on to the stage throwing herself into the curly haired 1. I look at Lex who has her head in her hands. Lula grins at me and I scowl at her. Its all her fault. I look out to all the teenage girls scowling at me. Oh dear. Grace and Ava look really shocked. I don't blame them I didn't even know we had entered till earlier. Miss sighs. We weren't exactly her favourite pupils. 'Let's get this over with.' She moans. She probably wanted Emma Milan to get it or some slutty idiot like her. She pulls out 2 slips of paper and reads them out. And guess who it is. Ava Wilkinson and Grace Robertson. What a coincidence. Grace scowls and stomps up past the boys shoving past the blonde 1. Ooo angry mode on. She is a hater after all. After Miss mumbles a few thank yous and reminders we are sent backstage with the boys.  

'TULULA!' Grace screams. 'What the hell did you enter us for?' She shouts at her. Lula just smiles and shrugs. I sigh and turn to Ava.  

'So?' I ask her. She shakes her head. 

'I don't know. Its not me I'm fine with it. Its Grace. I don't want her to hurt them.' Aww Ava was always the nice 1.  

'It'll be alright babe.' I reassure her. 'We can hold Grace back.' I laugh. She smiles and I wander over to the chairs and slump down. 'I'm hungry!' I whine. Getting odd looks from all the boys. 'What? like your never hungry?' I snap at them. The girls snigger, except for Grace.  

'Have you seen what's just happened Scar? And all you can think about is food?' She snaps. Ava laughs.  

'All she can ever think about is food!' She states. I nod in agreement. The boys just stand there awkwardly while Tulula gushes over them. There is 1 with curly hair and green eyes, another with a dark quiff and brown eyes, another with blonde hair and blue eyes (I think he's also irish), another with brown eyes and a brown quiff and then theirs the blue eyes boy with the messy hair. To be honest there all very attractive lads. Lexie walks over them and begins to talk. 'I'm sorry.' She says. ' We were all so rude, but I'm afraid we don't actually know who you are except for Tulula here who is a big fan. And she entered us all without us knowing you see.' I can see her eyes keep flickering back to the 1 with the messy brown hair. I need to learn their names. Lexie spins around and begins introducing us. 'That's Grace, that one having a pathetic fit. That's Ava, there. That's Tulula, who entered us, And that's Scarlett.' She says pointing at me.  

'Howdy.' I say waving. They smile at me and turn away, all except for the messy haired boy. Hmmmm mysterious. As Lexie continues chatting to the boys I get bored so begin to hum. At the moment the batman theme tune is in my head so that's what I'm humming, until the messy haired one comes and sits down next to me.  

'Batman?' He asks grinning. I sit up and nod.  

'Yup!' I say popping the p. He laughs and puts his hand in front of my face. 'Louis.' He said simply, smiling. I grin at him, he seems alright after all. 'Scarlett!' I shout. 'Hey. How old are you?'I ask. It easier to get along with someone your own age. 'I'm 21, Zayn, LIam and Niall 19 and Harry's 18. You lot?' I sigh. 'We're all 17.' I say.

' Do you have any food on ya?' I ask him way to hungry for my liking. He laughs again and pulls a carrot out of his pocket. I take it and begin to eat. I like him. He has food and he laughs a lot, which I like. I can see we are going to get along, no matter how old we are.