I Can't Believe I Saved Them [One Direction FanFiction]

One Direction

My friend bet me I couldn't write a book about One Direction book without quitting and I plan on proving her wrong. But I know close to nothing about One Direction. I just found out 4 out of the 5 of them have tattoos a few days ago.

If I make a mistake on something about them please tell me so I can change it and make it correct. It'll be nice if y'all could give me some information as well.

I am already writing a book so updates might take a while but I'll try to make them as quick as I can. Will you help me prove my friend wrong? -Lynne 4/12/2014

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I was walking down the street, well more like bouncing, on my way to my best friend's house, Jasmine. Headphones in my ears, listening to Christina Aguilera's "Can't Hold Us Down", singing aloud to it. Not giving a care about what anyone thinks. Tilting my head from side-to-side during parts with attitude and emotion making my long, wavy, brown hair swish from side to side along with my head.

I'm not poor but I'm not necessarily rich either. My mom is a doctor and my dad owns his own booming mechanic company so yeah we have money but we're not snobs. I get my hair and most of my features from my mom, but my height from my dad. I don't know where I got my eye color from but I think they are my best trait. I have central and sectoral heterochromia in my right eye. Green with a brown central, blue sectoral. My left eye is green with brown central heterochromia. I love them!

My bestie, Jasmine, has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Sometimes they look like they're black, same with her hair. We're the same height, 5'9", but she's a Mexican. My Mexican, and no, I am not racist. Her mom is a doctor at the same hospital as my mom but I'm not quite sure what her dad does. I think he's in the mafia but she swears he's not.

He's in the mafia.

Period.

I go over to Jasmine's house all of the time, she lives down the road from me, but this visit I know is going to be most exciting, especially for her. Her birthday is coming up and me being the amazing friend I am I got tickets to go see her favorite band, One Direction. Honestly, I could care less about them but I'll endure them for her.

They're pretty hot though so that's a plus.

Her birthday isn't for another 5 months, November 7, but we don't have anything to do this summer. School ended a week ago. We officially have a high school diploma and will be attending separate colleges in the fall. So we need to make the best of this summer. Now thinking about it, the concert will also be a graduation present. But seeing as it is just for her we'll stick to the birthday.

The song ends when I get to her yard. Taking out my headphones, I put them away with my phone. It's kind of difficult to do it while skipping, but I manage not to drop it. Her house isn't flashy but it's very homey.

Two-story with a nice basement and a white picket fence, there's a bunch of toys and a huge swing set in the back yard. The house is a creamy white with stones going up the outside wall for 3 feet.

When I get to the door I open it and yell, "I'm home darling! How much do you love me?" Kicking off my flip flops, I go into the living room, which is to the left of the foyer. And there I find her sisters and brother.

The weirdest expression consumes their faces with a raised eyebrow as they stare at me. If it wasn't for the age difference and obvious size difference they would look like quadruplets. Since I'm not getting a response I open my arms with a grin on my face and repeat, "Jasmine, how much do you love me?"

Her eyebrow lowers slightly with a slightly scared expression taking over her features. Psh, I'm not gonna hurt her, yet. "Depends. What are you up to?"