The Cliche One Direction Fan Fictions

Creativity: A Very Important Word

•Don't make everything so cliche!

LOUIS DOESNT ALWAYS THINK ABOUT CARROTS.

NIALL DOESN'T ALWAYS THINK ABOUT FOOD.

ZAYN DOESN'T ALWAYS THINK ABOUT MIRRORS.

LIAM DOESN'T ALWAYS THINK ABOUT HOW HE DOESN'T LIKE SPOONS.

AND HARRY DOESN'T ALWAYS GET DRUNK, PARTY ALL NIGHT, HAVE A ONE NIGHT STAND, AND DOESN'T ALWAYS THINK ABOUT CATS!

Story 1: Louis POV

Some girl was gonna come to our apartment today, I don't know who she is, but I got hungry.

"Haz!!" I screamed.

"Yes?"

"Go get me some carrots! I'm hungry!" I started to stomp my feet like those little kids do, it always works when they do that.

"No! I'm doing something." he continued to text on his phone to someone. I scooted over to him and looked at his phone.

Natalie <3

"Is that the girl you got drunk with yesterday?" he blushed and looked at the floor.

"Yes."

"Oh Harry, your always texting some girl. You always end up not even having a long relationship with them." Just then, Liam, Niall, and Zayn walk in the living room. They seemed to be fighting about something.

"I'm hungry!" Liam screamed.

"Well at least I got you something!" Niall screamed back.

"You went into my room, was about to give me food, but then ate it with a spoon then gave the spoon to me!"

Niall looked down sheepishly. "Sorry." he grabbed the mirror Zayn was holding.

"Hey!" Zayn said.

"I got you a present." Niall said handing it to him.

Liam sighed and shook his head like moms would. Well, we don't call him Daddy Direction for nothing. "Just give it back to him Niall."Niall shook his head and handed it to Zayn. He snatched it and looked at himself even more, and started to fix his hair.

Ended...

Haha! That was the longest I've ever written!

Anyways, that ALWAYS happens in stories! They don't always think about that.

Actually, Louis doesn't like carrots anymore, sure Zayn is sort of vain, but he's not always looking at him self in the mirror. Liam just doesn't like using spoons, and sure Niall does have a big appetite and loves food, but he's not always thinking about it.

Part 2:

Louis POV

Ding Dong!

I ran to the door before anyone else could, and finally opened the door.

"Hello Love." I gestured my hand in the house. "Come right in!"

She looked at me like I'm crazy for a second, it's always like that in first impression, but then she smiled.

"Hi. Nice to meet you." she went for a hug really quick, which I liked.

"Well, I'm Natalie. I'm sorta with Harry I guess."

"Well Natalie, you got a real good lad right there. I'm Louis. By the way, I like carrots." I flashed a smile at her and she laughed. I was actually being serious this time!

"Guys! Natalie is here!" I screamed at the boys in the living room. They all shot their heads to her, "Hello." they said simultaneously. Okay, weird.

"Hi!", Niall went up to her and gave her the famous Horan hug, "Wow, this is one of the best hugs I've ever had." she said. Niall pulled back and gave her a cute smile. What a sweet penguin.

"Hey Natalie." Harry said. They hugged and smiled at each other.

Ended.

People always meet like this. I'm sorry I didn't get everyone to say hi to her, it was just too hard and too easy to write. I've seen this multiple times, that's what makes this easy. What makes it so hard is that it's so horrible that it doesn't deserve to be in this story! Okay, that was a bit too harsh.

•Introduction

Bad Story 1: I'm Rebecca James. I have blue eyes, tan skin, dirty blond hair, a very curvy body, and a cute button nose. My mum and dad died 4 years ago in a car accident. But now I live with my aunt in London, England. I have a brother that's 10 years old, he looks like my mom, so every time I look at him it reminds me of my (dead) mom.

Good Story: "Becca! Come get your stuff from downstairs!" my aunt Jasmine called. I groaned and got out of my bed, not wanting to leave it.

"I'm here Auntie." I said with no emotion.

She made a face and looked at me like my mom used to when I made a bad comment. "I'm sorry.." I said sheepishly.

"Just, come get this bag." I was about to get it, when my brother got in my way. He's only 10 while I'm 16. He looks a lot like my mom. Now every time I see him it makes me want to cry.

"Ooohhh! Whats that Auntie?!" he grabbed the bag and looked inside it. "Ew, just a bunch of teenage girl clothes."

Ended.

Okay, that wasn't really a full introduction, but NEVER and I mean NEVER start of any book written like "Hi I'm Samantha Jules and I just moved to Bradford with my aunt because my mother died."

Umm. Ew! No! So, instead start off with someone having a conversation, a really important one that tells you what's happening. That'll be good. Or you can start of like:

I walked in the woods even more, it got my mind off of everything. All of a sudden I heard some rustling coming out of a bush.

"Who's there?" I said looking around. I walked to the bush unsure.

"Jenny?" Zayn said. I gasped and I don't know why, but screamed.

Ended...

That tells you that the main character has been having a rough time, and when she or he saw Zayn, he must've been a old friend or something.