I threw my useless phone on my white sleigh bed that was decorated with a bright duvet, in a mixture of sunset like colors, and started walking down the stairs. My phone started spazzing on the bed, blaring Drake's Find Your Love, gradually getting louder and vibrating more and more as I frantically rushed like a ninja back up the stairs and attacked my bed, begging it to give me my phone.

I quickly swiped my finger across the bottom of the touchscreen and hoped my speaker would be working.

I answered the phone cautiously, you have to be careful with those unknown numbers, you know.

"Hello?" I asked the caller in my awkwardly pleasant voice that almost all secretaries at those God awful dentistry places use.

"Um, hi. Who's this, might I ask?" The speaker responded in a gorgeous British accent that I was extremely jealous of.

"You called me, but anyways, I'm Oprah Winfrey. I like to give away cars and shit to random people I meet on the street, you are?" I answered sarcastically. I heard a few heavy steps as muffled voices were shouting something, for the rest of the lads to come here, I think.

"Hi, Oprah, you are on speaker with Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Liam Payne and I, Louis Tomlinson of One Direction." They seriously thought I was Oprah. Cool. I'll start giving out random stuff. Sounds good.

"Hi, One Direction. I'd love for it if you'd come and be on the sho-" Someone cut me off rather rudely.

"LOUIS. SHE'S NOT OPRAH. Oprah does not sound like that. Oprah sounds like a, like a, small burrito if burritos could talk." A deep voice shouted at Louis.

"Um, a small burrito? Right on." I answered, rolling my eyes, even though they couldn't see me.

"REVEAL YOURSELF, OPRAH IMPERSONATOR." A heavy Irish accent shouted into the phone.

"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH." I giggled a little bit, I'd always wanted to say that to someone. I mentally scratched it off my bucket list as a few gasps were shed through the line.

"BooBear, she seems pretty serious. I say we leave her alone." Some new voice joined in.

"But Hazzabear! The fun's only begun!" The BooBear guy must be Louis.

"Guys, chill, I'm just Theo-Leigh from Canada. We're happy and peaceful here. Especially since I live in an igloo with penguins and polar bears." I used my sarcastic voice, praying they'd pick up on it.

"You guys still live in igloos with penguins in Canada?! You are so old fashioned across the pond!" Louis sung happily. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or if he was tormenting. I heard a small smack from the other line.

"Lou, be polite, and she was being sarcastic..." It almost seemed like that guy was the fathering figure of the group of five immature boys. That was pretty much all I had picked up on since the conversation started.

"So, uh, I have no clue who you guys are, and I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, so, bye." I was just about to hit end call but the five voices on the other end pleaded me to stay.

"We're One Direction. One dream, one band, One Direction. You know, we almost had The X Factor. Simon Cowell signed us to his record lable. Released our single What Makes You Beautiful in the states and now it's number five on the Billboard Top 100..." They stayed silent for a moment, waiting for me to pick up on the fact that they were seriously famous.

"Guess not. How about we Skype you so we can give you the whole what's in the know and then we won't be strangers anymore! Yaaaaaaay!" The guy with the Irish accent cheered a bit too loud for a phone conversation.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, but if you guys are really just creeps, I will hate you forever and ever and make the penguins come and attack you lot." I said seriously. Okay, maybe I was joking. Only half though. Or was I joking? These are the questions that haunt me at night.

"Fair deal. We'll add you, love. Talk to you again in a few." I heard a few nervous laugh's in there.

"My username is TheoLeighLikesCats. I'm sorry. It's an embarrassing name. I made it when I was seven. Don't judge me. And Leigh is spelt L-E-I-G-H." I was turning a little red from embarrassment. What happens if these guy are super hot? If they're in a band like they said they were, and signed to Simon Cowell as they claim to be, there's only a slim chance that they'd be either bit homely. Smaller than a Skinny Cow ice cream on a fat fence. Okay. That even confused myself. I gotta stop doing that. And talking to myself in my head. It's really weird. No wonder I don't have a boyfriend. Hmph. They don't know what they're missing out on.

"Alright, love, talk to you in a few minutes." I heard someone else say as the phone must've dropped to the floor. Everything was a bit muffled as I heard a few taps on the touchscreen trying to end the call. I heard some scratches and assumed they had laid the phone on a table or something. Everything was a bit tinny, but some voices were saying 'Do you think she's gonna be pretty?' and a response, 'Well, she has a pretty voice, so probably.'. 'Wanna make a bet, Zayn?' The Irish kid asked, well, Zayn. 'Obviously.', 'I think she's gonna be hot. If she is, you have to, vow to never break a table ever again.' 'And if she's not hot, you have to, you have to make your Twitter display picture me. Just me.'. I hung up, and sat by my laptop, waiting for the familiar ringing to fill my room.

When it finally set in, I prepared myself for a nightmare of a conversation.

I hit 'accept call' and saw five gorgeous guys pop up on the now too small monitor. I wanted to see them bigger.

The blonde one on the far left was wearing a nice red polo shirt buttoned to the top with a warm looking cardigan that I could just steal and snuggle up to forever.

The next guy, had. So. Many. Curls. I wanted to touch them. Those curls are actually so seducing. Awkward. Anyways, Curly was wearing a purple Jack Wills popover hoodie with a hand shoved into the kangaroo pocket. The other one was slung over Stripes' shoulders.

Stripes was sitting down in front of the computer screen, wearing a smug smile on his face. He had on a mainly whit shirt with tiny navy blue stripes going horizontally. He had suspenders strapped tightly around his shoulders. This kid can pull of anything.

Next one was a raven haired cutie. It was spiked up into a quiff. It looked so stiff but so touchable at the same time. I want to know. He had on a white V-neck short sleeved shirt that showed off his defined body with a red varsity jacket hanging loosely around his torso.

The last guy, who was farthest right had extremely wavy hair. He was the cutest thing ever. He had on a checkered polo shirt opened up so you could see his Super Man shirt underneath. He had a small mole on his neck that on any other guy would probably make you shudder, but this guy made it seem a whole awful lot sexier.

These guys had already grown on me.

I looked down at what I was wearing and instantly regretted it.

There were my extremely loose grey sweats and my older brother Sean's old, navy, long sleeve shirt he got from his AAA league, The Blizzards. I took a quick peak at myself in the tiny box in the corner and noticed how unsightly my hair was, in a dangerously high messy bun piled on the top of my head with my white Lululemon head band to pull it back. I looked like a mess.

"Hey, Zayn. GUESS WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND JUST WON A BET FOR THE FIRST TIME? ME. NIALL HORAN." The blondie, who's name is Niall pointed at the shady mysterious guy, who I'm guessing is Zayn.

"Rubbish," Zayn looked up at the monitor and blushed while I done the eyebrow dance. The guy wearing the Superman shirt started beat boxing while Zayn started ou-ou-ou-ouuuuuing. Niall came out of no where and started rapping the Fresh Prine Of Bel-Air rap. All too soon, it ended, all of the boys applauding me for my eyebrow skills. "Never mind. You win, Niall."

"Bow down to the Theo-Leigh, eyebrow machine of the century." Stripes bent down and started chanting.

"All hail The Carrot Queen of Canada!" He kept on repeating the same line, over and over again, until the other boys joined in.

There was a knock on the door, and at first I assumed it was mine.

"Oh, hey Paul!" Curly shouted at the door. The other boys raised there hands. I couldn't really get a good look at Paul.

"What's so interesting on the screen, lads?" Paul asked while seemingly walking closer.

Finally, he came into view. I started tapping my desk in shock.

"No way, DJ Pauly H? Is that you?!" I asked, astounded.

"Swagster Theo-Leigh from Thunder Bay?!" He asked me. I nodded, grinning ear to ear. We done our secret handshake, which consisted of us bumping our fists while saying potato and exploding our hands and shouting French fry.

"It was nice see you, T. Tell your mum to give me a ring later, love." Paul gave a swift wave and motioned for the boys to follow him.

"How do you?" Curly asked.

"Why?" Stripes asked.

"When?" Niall pondered.

"Guys, you can just ask her later when we Skype her. And Lou, you have her number, you can text her in between numbers at rehearsal." Superman told Stripes. I like that better than Lou...

"You're right. Be back on here in about two hours, my Carrot Queen from Canada!" Stripes responded hopefully and waved violently before running around the room and out the door.

"Should I feel special that I'm his Carrot Queen?" I wondered out loud.

"Yeah, Lou is very protective of his carrots. He doesn't even let me peel them before I go to eat them." Curly told me.

"He once went on stage dressed in a carrot costume. We just go along with it as if it's perfectly normal, when in truth it's not." Niall shrugged.

"DJ Pauly H needs you guys, so you should probably run along like good little kids. Oh, and if he starts bothering you, just say potato nuking the place. You'll have him under your little pinky finger." I smiled widely once again as they thanked me.

"Bye, love. Please answer when we call you later." The boys said in unison. It was so creepy. How do they even do that?

"I bet you guys plan to talk at the same time..." Zayn let out an airy chuckle and waved, prompting the other boys to do the same.

"See ya, guys! It was nice talking to you!" I gave them a little call me sign with my fingers and placed them next to my ear before ending the call.

I ran down the stairs like a madman, only to fall into Sean's arms.

"Woah, Theo. You ok?" He asked, aware of my sudden change in mood.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I wiggled out of his arms and skipped the rest of the way down the stairs.

"Yo, you like someone. Don't you." Sean hollered down the stairs.

"Pfft. No. I do not like anybody. Have you noticed that when you draw a smiley face on a mango it looks like a smiley face?" I swiftly lied. You could tell he wasn't buying what I was putting in the shopping cart.

"BULL. Tell me, Theo." He tapped his foot.

"Well, I don't like-like them, but they are people of interest." I smiled politely before turning around.

"People?" He questioned intently.

"Yeah, all five lads." I smiled smugly at him.

"So, you're not going to tell me?" He gave me his best puppy dog face.

"No. I'm sure Paul will probably tell mom though." I smirked before running out the house in my bare feet, avoiding all objects and weird looks being thrown at me.

"Mommy? Why is that weird lady running without shoes on?" A little boy asked running behind his mother.

"Well, honey, some people just don't have enough money for shoes." She replied, giving me a dirty look.

I ran up to the little child and gave him a sticker. A cow sticker.

"Here you go. A little cow sticker. For free. You don't have to pay for it. And while you're at it, here's a toonie. You can go and buy an ice cream. FOR FREE. So long." I ran back to the house.

Poor child. Has to live with that kind of a monster for a mother.

"Hey, Theo. Did you know that you have the same bra size as Selena Gomez?" My other older brother, Austin commented as I was running to my room.

"How would you even know what size I am?!" I screamed at him. I looked across the hall and say him and a bunch of his friends holding my bras in their hands.

Boys. They're so hard to live with, yet you can't live without them.

A/N: Hiya! Woot woot for the first chapter of my very first story!

So, this isn't , or at least I hope turns out different than the typical five random best friends magically meet One Direction and fall in love in less than three hours tops stories.

So, yeah. :) If you liked it, you should vote or comment, and if you are creative, or not so creative, you could make a cover for this! I'll pick the best one, that is assuming someone sends one to me, and dedicate the next chapter to them! G'luck, and may the odds ever be in your favor.

Er, sorry. Hunger Games geeky moment back there... :)

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