My Only Direction (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter One

Elizabeth grabs the outfit she spent hours picking out for the first day of school today and puts it on. She takes and long look in the mirror, gazing at her red, frizzy, hair, her  blue eyes, her freckled face, and her undeniably stylish outfit, a checkered loose slightly cropped spaghetti strap over a black long sleeve turtle neck paired with medium dark denim jeans, and deems herself good enough to leave for school. Slapping on her (kids) One Direction back pack, she heads out the door.

"Moooom!" She yells across the house, "We have to go! I'm gonna be late for school."

"Okay honey," Her small mother replies in her tiny voice, "I grabbing my keys and we'll leave."

Elizabeth looks at her mom, then out the window, then back again.

"What is it sweetheart?" Her mother inquires

"Can we pleaaase go to Dutch?" Elizabeth is batting her eyes as she begs.

"I thought you said we were going to be late."

Elizabeth just looks at her mom.

"Fine, we'll run by there before I drop you off, and you can get a drink. You better know what you want before we get there!"

"Thank you, Mommy." Elizabeth says in a chipper, slightly sarcastic, sing-songy voice.

After they get drinks Elizabeth's mom drops her off at the high school, she drives away, and Elizabeth marches into the school.

Elizabeth trudged through the school day, and finally, the day is over and it is time for her to head to practice.

As she walks into the gymnastics center, she heads over to the locker room and strips down to just a leotard and shorts. She walks out of the locker room to find Sarah and Surrey talking, while warming up on the floor. She head  over to the group.

The girls were her very best friends, they laugh together, sweat together, and basically just complained together five days every week.

"Hi, guys!" She chirps, "First day of school todaaaay!"

"Wooow. How was it?" Sarah asks

"Uh!" She Scoffs sharply and comically, "Pe-ople, MADE FU-UN, OF. MY. BACKPACK!" She spouts while laughing

Sarah and Surrey laugh with her. Then Tassia, their coach, interjects, "It is a kid backpack."

They all laugh together, and throughout the practice, several jokes are made about Elizabeth's obsession with One Direction.

"It's not unhealthy!" She rebudles, but her arguments were in vain.

The next few weeks fly by as things begin to become routine; School, gym, school, gym, school, gym, school, gym, school, weekend, repeat.

It's Tuesday, and she is in Algebra 2, working with factoring. She is lost in thought working on her problem when someone taps on her shoulder.

She turns around, "Could you help me with this problem?" He smiles with a pleading looks on his face.

Elizabeth is motionless, and speechless while she tries to comprehend what is going on. Or rather, who is sitting behind her.

She swallows as she reins in her shock and confusion.

"Uh, sure." She replies, "Um..." She explains the problem as best she can while she hides her questions and fangirl inside of her.

"Do you understand how we got that answer?" She barely manages to crack out.

"Yeah, thanks Love" He replies with a soul-piercing accent, an heartbreaking smile

"Sure thing." Elizabeth barely contains herself as she turns around to complete the rest of her assignment. Although in vain due to the fact that she could think of nothing but the fact that HARRY STYLES is sitting behind her, and he just asked her for help on a math problem.

The class bell rings several minutes later, and as Harry walks out the classroom he shoots Elizabeth a brilliant smile thinking, "What a cute girl." Then he turns around and skips off.

Elizabeth was frozen by this smile, she just stood there as she watched Harry skip away followed by a swarm of girls wanting to get his autograph, or even to just touch him.

When Elizabeth regains movement she heads to her next class, still not hearing a word her teacher says, but thinking so many things, "Why was Harry in class with me? Was that really Harry? Did he seriously ask for help on a math problem?" And, "WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

The hours slide by as Elizabeth's mind is preoccupied with Harry, and soon an is a home, in bed dreaming of what will happen next in the story of her life. (But mostly dreaming of Harry.)

Weeks flew by as things suddenly began to become routine again. Everyday she would go to math class, and everyday Harry would sit behind her. Everyday Harry would ask her a question on the homework, and everyday Elizabeth would answer the question while choking back all the things she wanted to say. Everyday Harry would shoot Elizabeth his brilliant smile out the door, and everyday Elizabeth would be stopped in her tracks.Everyday Elizabeth would go home and dream of Harry, and everyday, Harry would go home and dream the same things of Elizabeth.