Chapter One – Out of the Blue
Tiffany Williams was walking to school, just like every day – casual blue denims, a red top with “One Direction” filling most of it. Beneath it was a picture of Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and the lovely Harry Styles standing on stage at a concert last month. She stood in a queue for hours and gave up most of her pocket money to get that shirt, and she spent the following week bragging about it at school, though not much seemed to care.
Some people dream of becoming doctors when they grow up, some are more ambitious, they want to become astronauts. Tiffany’s dream was just as simple as any other teenager, meeting “One Direction”. As lame as most people saw it, Tiffany didn’t care about all the bullying, she was determined on meeting them someday.
Just before the bell went off, Tiffany was standing by her locker taking out her books. She opened the locker and glanced at the timetable. She sighed. “Chemistry. As if the day wasn’t boring enough already.” She slid off the appropriate book from the shelf and slammed the locker shut with another sigh of boredom.
As she was walking to her class, the speakers, set up on the walls of the hallway, went static; she abruptly stopped walking, and turned around facing one of them.
“Attention students, this week we’re having a special guest visiting our school, now don’t boo just yet; he’s not a school inspector, actually he’s a superstar;he's got fed up of fame life and decided to enroll in our school for just one day. Of course we happily accepted.”
Tiffany’s eyes widened.
A superstar? Like a real star? Is he an actor? A singer? An athlete?
The voice coming out of the speaker carried on, more students were gathered around it by now.
“I know you guys are probably wondering who he is, but we’re not saying just yet..”
Oh for god’s sake..
“Actually we’re not saying at all, he should be here any minute now, so let’s just keep it a surprise”
Great, Tiffany now knows for certain that she won’t be able to think of anything for the rest of the day till she finds out whom that special guest is, but who could he be anyway?
She continues walking..
She was busy flipping the pages of her chemistry book that she didn’t notice a figure headed for her, she bumped right into it and fell on the floor and just as she was looking up she was drowned by a downpour of a dark blue liquid. It smelt familiar. Blueberry juice
Tiffany quickly stood up, soaked wet with the juice; she looked straight at Pam, who was standing with an evil grin and her bottle upside down. “Whoops, didn’t notice a lamerectioner passing by”
Lamerectioner? Oh, as in lame plus directioner. Oh my god that’s so smart and funny. It’s so hilarious that I feel urged to smash your dreadful face with a hammer so that humanity would finally rest from your splendid sense of humor.
..And maybe Harry would visit me in jail one day.
She grinned a little; her sarcasm always helps her through the day.
Tiffany shook off those stupid thoughts out of her head, though it made her feel better. Pam was still standing there. Her sarcastic thoughts wouldn’t make her vanish, so she really needed to have a witty comeback to at least shut her up.
Tiffany smiles, she knows it always makes Pam angrier. “Don’t you have anything else to do, Pam?” She widens her smile, trying to look casual though deep down she feels like crying. Pam wasn’t the only one who bullies her all the time; she seemed to be the only person in the school who gets bullied though she definitely wasn’t the only one who loved One Direction. How childish.
Her smile fades, she’s standing there soaked in juice, everybody is eyeing her and pointing fingers, it doesn’t matter if she smiles and stiffens herself in front of Pam, she has been humiliated either way.
She feels like a loser, she has no friends; nobody likes her though she treats everyone graciously. Her desire to cry rises, and without waiting for a reply she turns around and runs towards the school exit covering her face to hide her tears. “I can’t cry. I can’t cry. I can’t..” She kept telling herself.
She exits the building, knowing that she’s just missed her chemistry class, she walks down the stairs and heads to the fountain in the middle of the school yard, she’s occupied rubbing her shirt from the juice when she bumps into someone else. Again.
She keeps herself steady this time, only taking a few steps back and then regaining her balance.
Has anyone not bumped into me today?
She looks up while muttering, “Can’t you be more carefu..”
Her mouth drops open, her eyes widen, her heart pounds so hard that she feels her whole body vibrating..
It’s Harry.. Harry Styles...
