Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Go Fish Me Some Coffee

A/N: Hey guys! Um, this is my second Fan Fic and the first one on my other account. This one should be better since I know more facts then I used to but I may still get somethings wrong. So please bare with me and correct me if I get something wrong. Like I've said in the past, I'd rather not have a bunch of 14-15 year-old girls showing up at my doorstep because I said Harry's favorite soup is Tomato and it's really vegetable. Thanks and enjoy!

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Prologue

Bam!

“Sorry!” Brittney’s usual loud voice said from the kitchen. The sound of shuffling and loud groans came next making me sigh as I set down my camera and made my way to the dark red kitchen.

“What did you break?” I asked before bursting out laughing at the sight of a crippled Brittney on the floor with a giant box on top of her. “What the flack happened to you?!”

“Box. Fell. Painful. Help.”

Quickly I made my way over to her and picked up the box gently setting it on the counter beside her. “We need to buy you some weights or something…”

“Why?”

“That box is labeled plastic cups. It’s really not that heavy.”

“Eh whatever…” She shrugged grabbing a packet of opened Oreos from the counter. I raised an eyebrow at her as she walked out of the kitchen towards the small living room across from it.

So far we had no furniture for the living room; it was a blank canvas for us to create. Wow… That was pretty deep… Four for you Glenn Cocco! Any who…

“Hey is the T.V. plugged in?” Brittney said through a mouth full of Oreos making crumbs and spit go everywhere.

“Brittney!” I yelled making her just shrug it off. “And I don’t know. Did you try to turn it on?”

“No…” I sat down beside her snacking on the Oreos as she got up to check the T.V., smiling as she turned it on.

A T.V. show host came on, smiling brightly into the camera as the crowd laughed at a previous joke she said. “Now what I’m about to say is going to drive all the girls absolutely mad! Here today as our special guest, One Direction!”

Brittney and I turned towards each other before starting to scream along with the crowd. Our not so secret obsession was One Direction, it was part of the reason Brittney and I chose London for a place to live. I was here for photography were as Brittney was here to… well she was here to just be Brittney.

“Oh god look at Niall! I swear that boy…” I said my eyes glued to the screen; knowing Brittney she was probably stuck in here own little world eye raping Harry.

“Good lord look at them!” I said fanning myself nearly falling over in my back as I did so. “To bad we’ll probably never meet them…”

Britt looked over at me and rolled her eyes, shoving an Oreo in my mouth. “Don’t say that! We’re in London for Pete’s sake! Anything can happen here! Anything Meeks!”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

Oh how wrong I was…

 

Chapter One

***A Week Later***

Jessica’s POV

“Any sevens?” I glared at Brittney as we sat on the floor of our bare London flat. Brittney’s brown eyes gazed up, tilting her head to the side as she looked in between the card stack in the middle and me.

“Go fish Loser! Ahahahaha!” Britt yelled as she fell backwards laughing making me sigh at another lost game of Go Fish. I got up from the floor and checked the time on my phone beside me, letting out another sigh as I did so. It was only around six in the afternoon, another night stuck in our tiny flat and I knew I’d go mad.

“I’m done; I’m going to go get some coffee from that little shop we saw down the road. Want anything?” I asked as I slipped on my maroon jacket that I usually always wore, and my red VAN’s, stopping outside the front door.

Brittney scrunched her face up a tiny bit before answering, giving me the same order she always did. “Chocolate Mocha with extra whip cream and sprinkles. Oh! And see if they have those brownies from the window down there! God they looked so good!”

“Yeah I could totally do a brownie right now…”

I watched Brittney glare, signaling for me to leave and get her the amazing brownies we were talking about. I rolled my eyes as I walked outside the flat door, thinking about the amazingly chocolaty goodness that waited for me at the café the whole way there. I hadn’t noticed I arrived until a loud car honk from the road made me look around in confusion.

“Oh yeah… coffee. Brownies. Right.” As soon as I entered the little shop a warm breeze of air greeted me warmly. The place was almost empty except for a group of teenagers in the back. They talked among themselves, laughing as one of them made a joke. A frown appeared on my face; Brittney and I had only moved here a few weeks ago from small town in New York, were as she was more of the outgoing one of the two of us I was just the awkward loner. God I’m such a potato. Ha potato.

Ding!

Right! Coffee, food, focus Meeks!

I walked up to the counter and began ordering mine and Brittney’s drinks, humming the lyrics to Ed Sheeran’s Give Me Love. “Jessica Meeks!” The cashier yelled making me cringe back; I mean why did she have to yell?! I was standing right here.

She handed me back my change all while giving me my order, a few coins dropped on the ground making me groan in frustration. As soon as I picked them all up I began counting them in my hand, making sure I had exact change. What? Times were hard and neither Britt nor I had jobs. Sue me.

I began walking towards the exit my head bent to the ground as I watched my shoes move. A few feet away a caterpillar was crawling toward a plastic plant making me laugh. Haha sucks to be it when it finds out its plast-.

“AH!” I screamed as I was knocked down by a sudden force. Curse me and to waking into walls! I groaned as I looked down at my ruined blue shirt that was smeared with both coffee and brownie residue.

“Bloody hell! Are you alright?” A strong Irish accent said making goose bumps on my arms stand up.

“Uh, yeah I guess. You know just walking into walls.” I muttered awkwardly laughing at my own words. His warm Irish voice let out a chuckle making me blush red.

“You didn’t walk into a wall, love. You actually, and I must say very amusingly, walked full force into me.”

If my face wasn’t blood red before it was now; I looked up at the Irish lad, looking him in his crystal blue eyes that made me just want to cry. His blonde hair was tousled in a way that looked windblown; whether the wind actually did it I would probably never know. The worst part about this whole thing was this; I knew this boy. Probably better than he knew himself… well that didn’t sound creepy at all.

Standing in front of me in all his glory was Niall James Horan. One fifth of One Direction.

What did I say?

“Uh… hi…?”