All of you know those fanfics where a One Direction fan really wants to meet the band, wins tickets, one of the guys wants to get to know her, they fall in love, the End. Unfortunately, this is a dream that is very unlikely to come true. The chance of them noticing you, and even thinking of giving their number is probably 0,01%.
I'm Hayley Collins, and I admit: I like those fanfics too. As you may have guessed, I am a One Direction fan, and I would die for meeting them in real life - no, skip that, seeing them would be a dream come true. And well, seeing them should be quite easy to cover: just get tickets for one of their concerts. But me being me, the first time they came to the USA the concerts were all sold out and the second time I had exams to study for. After three years of being a huge fan, I still hadn't managed to see them.
This is my story of how I, an average fan, met One Direction and had the privilege to fall in love. But then in a way, it could have actually happened.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.