Selene Luna Celesté Moon, also called Y/N, was your everyday average normal girl. she had glasses and actually wore them, not contact lenses like other girls 🙄.  she was 3'8 and hated heels.  she would rather get trampled by people while in public places (where she rarely went. because she was extremely anti-social. obviously).

One morning, she woke up to news that would change her life. But she didn't know that yet. Y/N threw her hair into a messy bun, threw on her favourite oversized Nirvana t-shirt (they're this really underground band you wouldn't know them) and descended down the stairs.

"MOM??" Y/N called out to no reply. she was probably passed out after spending last night drinking at the club. ew. such normal behaviour.

Y/N entered the living room to see five men at the entrance. Four of them white as mayonnaise, all of them seemingly british due to the lack of lips. Their collars were popped, jeans as low as they could be worn.

"What's happening?" she whispered to her mother, awkwardly waving at the boys who are totally not being held hostage.

"Im sorry sweetie. We don't have any money and no one's hiring, so I've decided to sell you to One Direction."

"..... Who?"