Im that one fan

-Intro-

I was taking a walk in my home town New york when i saw about, 30 girls crowded around someone or something. I couldn't make out what they were doing so I decided to take a peak on what was going on. I was trying to squeeze through the group of girls and I finally saw what all of the chaos was all about. Two of the boys from the boy band one direction were standing there taking pictures with the fans. One of the boys was Niall Horan, and the other was Harry Styles. From all of the times thinking about meeting them they were right In front of my face. I was practically handed a huge opportunity. For some reason I made out a tiny squeal. I slowly walked next to the girl that was occupied in takin pictures with them and waited until she was done. I was next to meet them.

"Hello." Niall and Harry said.

I replied back with just a quiet

"Hi." Harry stood quiet for a second then Niall asked me "Would you like a picture or pictures with us?" I said "sure." And I took out my phone and we took a couple of pictures together And we said goodbye to each other. I started walking away when I felt something touch my pocket and I stopped looked into the pocket of my large dark purple coat and found a number it read...

ℎɑƦƦყʂ ƝumɞɛƦ

26048724

I put the paper back in my pocket turned around seeing that he was glancing at me and he quickly turned back. I smiled and walked away. As I was walking I was thinking wow Harry god damn Styles thinks I'm cute. What if we date? That would be cool I would become well known by everyone. Oh wait other fans would hate on me, wow this day just got depressing. I felt my thoughts were racing through my mind a mile a minute. When I got home I found my father sitting at the kitchen table watching tv. I started jumping around the kitchen asking my dad in a singsong voice.

"Hey dad guess who I met today

during my walk?"

He grouchily said. " let me guess, a cute boy from your school?"

"No, but you got the cute boy part right,more like boys... They were two boys from one direction!"

"What's a One direction?" He asked me.

I replied. "Oh come on dad how can you not know who they are, you must be living under a rock. Oh and how can you not know, you live in the same house as me I'm pretty sure I talk about them a lot."