The Boy in the Blue Blazer

I Scream. You scream.

A/N: Hey y'all! This is my first fanfic/ story on Wattpad, so (constructive.) criticism is good. I will try to update at least every other week (maybe twice a week if you're lucky) ;).  Once I get more followers/votes/reads, I'll give you guys nicknames.  Grace xx p.s.: I need a cover soon and if you want to make me one I will love you foreverz ;).

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{Hanna's POV}    

When I opened my door, my only reaction was to scream. Scream louder than I thought was humanly possible. I mean anyone in their right mind would be using their vocal cords like I was, right? It's pure instinct. Intuition. If you see something like that, it's necessary. I mean, One Direction was standing at my door.  

 What? You thought it was a murderer? Ha. That would've been less surprising. 

 I barely heard their laughter, but I did hear Niall's sweet Irish voice say "Congratz, Hanna, you have won yourself a day with One Direction."

 Once I came out of my frozen state, I quickly glanced at their faces. Niall,  with his icy blue eyes and golden locks. Zayn, his perfectly tanned skin and full lips. Louis, his beaming (yet mischievous) smile while holding his iPhone, probably recording me for Twitter. Liam, with his muscular body and loving gaze. And finally Harry. I felt like I had just seen him this morning...

  ---------- 2 Hours Before ----------

 I woke up screaming again. The sweat lined my brow but I quickly wiped it off. It happened almost every night but I had gotten used to it. She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. It was time to get ready. I yawned, stretching my whole body while still laying in bed. Saturdays were always my favorite. High School was over for me and it was summer. I was going to apply to UCLA soon, but after I took some community college courses. The main problem was that I had no idea what I wanted to do. I love singing and songwriting but really, is that a considerable career when you're well... me?   

I picked up my iPod, pushing the cool glass of the lock button, while looking at the Harry Styles wallpaper. I smiled to myself as I slid the lock bar and typed in the letters. I loved my password. Haha, Stylinson. I didn't ship them as much as other people, but I loved them and it was a long/short enough word.  

 I checked my email, (I rarely did because it was mostly spam) coming across one that said I had won "1Day with 1D". Like hell that was true.    

 I shifted off of my bed, doing some of my regular yoga poses on the floor. As I bent into downward dog, my arms, legs, and back crackled like popcorn. I shook my head, knowing that was a typical thing for me.    

 I hopped in front of my closet grabbing my black keys t-shirt and red shorts. Comfortable but simple. I grabbed underwear and a bra, making my way to the bathroom.   

 I took a long shower, making sure to shave, shampoo, condition, scrub. I hummed Live While We're Young as I finished. After pulling my hair into a messy bun, I walked back to my room and stood in front of my tall mirror.  

 I studied my appearance. I looked okay, but I knew myself. I was overweight. The size of my thighs and stomach were unfortunate to me. Guys don't go for me. I shook myself out of my pity party. At least I had great friends, like Kristen. Kristen! That's why I put on clothes before noon.  

I picked up my phone, dialing her number.  

 "Hey Kris!" I chirped.  

 "Hey Hannabear!" she yelled into the reciever, giggling.  

"Do you wanna go see a movie today?"  

 "You bet I do, H. Oh, wait, I can't"  

"Whyyyy?" I complained.  

"Hon, you know I love you. But my mom said I have to do all of my chores before I go to the concert. Well... bye." she said.  

 "Fine. Bye." I grumbled. I could hear her sighing but I ignored her and hung up.  

 I blinked, remembering something. I wasn't going to the  One Direction concert. Kristen was. She had complained to to both of our parents profusely, but to no avail.  

I hopped into the kitchen, searching for something to eat. I finally found some leftover pizza and orange juice. Also, I made myself a sandwich and wrapped it up in plastic wrap for later.

With my food, I walked into the living room, sitting down at the couch. Even though we had just graduated, most of the people in my class had some kind of plans to do things practically every day over the summer. It made me realize how alone I was. This summer, I decided, I would do more things with the people I loved. But maybe not right then. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flicking between an old Ellen interview with Emma Stone and an episode of How I Met Your Mother.  After I finished eating, I heard the doorbell ring. Springing of the couch, I walked to the door.

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I blinked, remembering I was still standing front of the 5 of the hottest boys in the world.  

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