that weird one direction fangirl

It’s a Saturday night I’m in my father’s theatre room watching t.v. as I run through the channels on the moving talking picture box I hear three knocks on the front door and of course I’m going to let my father answer it but he yells for me “it’s for you Ash!” from downstairs. I take a deep breath and get up like a waffle from a toaster oven. I walk down the cold brick stairs and hold on to the black bumpy railing my clumsy three year old brother waits for me and takes me through the living room to outside. Of course I was confused then I saw them….I saw the most beautiful five boys I’ve ever seen there those type of guys that are in my dreams. It was the famous, amazing and beautiful Irish- British boy band One Direction. I couldn’t believe what was happening as I saw them standing in a line waiting for me my eyes got wide and my right hand covered my mouth. As I stand there frozen quiet they all said “Hi Ashton!”. My father and stepmom look at me with huge smiles on their faces I start to cry because I’m finally meeting the people that made me stop putting a cold sharp blade to my pale arm. They hug me to make my tears go away as I hug Liam I cry into his hard smooth chest as I look up to him I see his beautiful brown eyes and that amazing smile. Next I hug Zayn, as I hug him I feel his soft warm hands touching my back, Next I go to Niall as I hug him I feel his strong chin on my head and said that I was beautiful, my crying just gets worse. As I walk to Louis I see that beautiful smile and breath-taking blue eyes he opens his arms to hug me I feel his strong tanned soft warm arms around my back and finally I go to Harry, the boy of my dreams, the love of my life at first I look into his hypnotizing green eyes and his famous brown curly hair. As I hug him I feel like I’m safe from this messed up confusing world I didn’t want to let go. As I walk back from him I have this huge smile on my face I try not to go out of control they ask me how I am and that they wanna spend the night with me and spend a day with me the next day. Of course I love that idea and up for it I ask my father if we could go to the lake house down the hill and he says yes as we run down the hill like kids during the hot summertime I feel so happy and care-free Harry runs beside me and holds my hand I give him a glance and felt like the most special girl in the world. As we stop at the wooden deck I turn around to see the boys, all of them had wide eyes and couldn’t believe what my father had built they were so amazed what people can build. I ask the boys if they need anything they say “we just wanna spend time with you that’s all we want” I smile at the red wooden deck and couldn’t believe what I just herd we sit down in a circle on the deck we talk about music, friends and our past. I talk about my traumatic events that happened to me. They have tears in their eyes and couldn’t believe what happened they hug me and give me a kiss on my cheek. Harry whispers in my ear and says “Please don’t ever cut again Ashton, you’re too beautiful and amazing to hurt yourself like that you’re gonna be okay”. After Harry whispered those amazing words I just hugged him and closed my eyes. The others ran to the lake area and yell for our names Harry and I walk on the red wooden dock he looks into my eyes and holds my hand, holding his hand was one of the most amazing feelings ever my stomach had butterflies it even made me shake a little he asked me if I was okay I say “of course” then he smiles back at me. As we get to the sand bar we run into the water like dogs. The boys and I had a couple of water fights then Niall notices a huge mud pile near and he points and says “hey ash, what’s that over there?” I look to see what he was pointing at “that’s a mud pile, when I was little I used to play in the mud” I say. Niall looked around and said “can we play in the pile?” I looked at him and smiled and said “sure”. The boys and I get out of the water and walk to the mud pile Louis goes in first and he started to lay down on his back and started to move his legs and arms and says “look! I’m making a mud angel!” Zayn, Niall, Harry and I go into the mud pile and start to have a mud fight. Liam takes a couple of steps back and we beg him to have a mud fight with us he says “I will not get into that disgusting wet dirt” Louis looks at everyone else and runs after Liam. Liam screams and runs away but Louis got him and throws him in we all laugh and Liam is just sitting in the mud like a five year old. After the 30 minute mud fight we start to go to the outside shower and wash all of the mud and it probably took us 15 minutes to wash the mud off. As I turn off the shower we walk back to my house and get a drink from the ice cold cooler. As we get inside the house the boys had wide eyes again and loved everything in the house of course my stepmother said thank you like those snobby rub it in your faces were rich way I roll my eyes and say “come on let go to the theatre room!”. As we run up to the room we sit on the couch and run through the channels. Later the boys and I are starting to get tired Niall is the first one to sleep then Zayn, Liam after and Louis. Harry and I are the only ones awake we look at each other and laugh I look at his arms then he notices and smiles “would you like to lay in my arms?” of course I wanted to as I lay in his strong warm arms I felt safe from the evilness. He looks into my eyes and says “Ashton, you’re so amazing and beautiful please don’t ever change I love the way you are” I look into his eyes and say “I love you too Harry”. We look into each others eyes and we start to kiss I start to shake a little bit and his breaths get harder but then it started to get darker and darker in the room. I wake up in my father’s guest room as I look around I hear my brothers crying and yelling for no reason then my father yells my name for breakfast I take a deep breath and get up slowly. As I walk down the cold brick stairs and hold on to the black bumpy railing I stand still and close my eyes and remember the amazing dream I had. My three year old brother comes to the bottom of the stairs and says in a bratty way ‘Ash!, come eat! come eat!” I hear my father and stepmother laugh I close my eyes again and say to myself ‘someday ash..someday’

One day I wanna show the boys what the south is like and what we do for fun :)

Is it me or do the mean girls get the boys??

26 more days till I see the boys!!! :-D