This is what I think would happen if I myself ever met One Direction. I was laughing so hard as I was writing it. I hope ya'll like it! :D

xx Karina

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Sleeping in on a Saturday morning is sort of a ritual; you stay up unbelievably late, and then sleep that actual day away. There's never really anything to do on Saturday's here anyway! There's this thing with small towns that just makes everything seem dead. It's like everyone leaves on Saturday, and it turns where we live into a ghost town.

Not that I mind it of course.

Throwing on my grey AUTHENTIC sweats, I pull a sheer black bra on, and place a green tank top on over that. Grabbing my iPod, I pull on my UGGS, and step outside, snatching my car keys as I walk out the door.

There's a stillness in the air that makes me feel incredibly lonely, but I brush it off, grinning as I prepare for the 45 minute drive to the mall. Yes, 45 minute drive. And yes, that's the closest mall to my house.

Blasting some upbeat music through my AUDI's speakers, I pull out of my driveway, making my way to any normal teens safe haven. I say normal because for me, the mall's just an anxiety attack waiting to happen. There are just too many people bustling about and it's slightly terrifying!

Pulling into a parking space, I shove my arms and head into a honkers hoodie. Honkers as in geese, not boobs. Yes, I just said geese. It's my school mascot, gotta rep them honkers!

I plug my headphones into my iPod and brave the elements, stepping into the frigid cold of the Northern California winter. It doesn't snow, but it's constantly windy, and the rain is so cold it feels like you're being pelted with splinters of ice.

Beauty and a Beat is pounding hard against my ear drums as I step inside the warmth of the mall. Not caring who's around me, or who's staring at my tiny blonde form, I start to dance, not well, of course. But I make my best effort!

"Show you off! Tonight I wanna show you off! EH! EH! EH!" I sing loudly. "What you got, a billion people could've never bought! EH! EH! EH!"

In my head, I sound fantastic, but on the outside; I probably sound like a dying walrus. Oh well! No one said that I had to be listened to!

"We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight! Gonna show you all the finer things in life! So just forget about the world, we're young tonight, I'm comin' for ya, I'm comin for ya-AHHH!!!"

I am now laying on the mall floor, sprawled out on my back; all I can do at this very moment is laugh.

A crowd forms around me as I laugh hard and loud. So hard, in fact, that my stomach is aching, and my ribs are burning. Tears are freely streaming down my face, and I fight to catch my breath, which only makes me laugh more, and I sort of don't even really mind that I'm being stared at by at least 40 people.

"That was totally perfect!" I squeak between fits of giggles. Turning to some random elderly couple. "Did you see me!? I was all 'Im comin for ya-AHH!'" I screech, clutching my stomach.

Everyone rolls their eyes at once and turn on their heels, leaving me to literally die of laughter there on the mall floor, which is probably extremely unsanitary, but I'm honestly laughing too hard to care. My limbs are starting to feel like jello, and I swear I'm getting a six-pack.

"Do yeh think she's all right?" I hear someone ask.

"I dunno.." Someone answers the first voice, quite slowly, might I add.

"Well, go check!" I hear another voice pipe in.

"I'm fine!" I scream, laughing even harder (if that's even possible) at the sound my voice makes.

"Well then, love, let's get you up off the floor, okay?" A fourth voice asks me, and I nod, taking a few breaths until the laughing subsides.

I grab onto the hand that's outstretched for me and stand up, coming face to face with the person that helped me up.

Liam Payne.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Payne." I say, very sincerely. "What brings you to this small town?"

He looks at me, sort of dumbfounded, and leads me over to a table in the food court. "It's our day off, we're doing a show in Oregon tomorrow, so we stopped here to get some rest. Why on earth aren't you screaming? Do you hate us?"

I giggle, shaking my head. "Of course not! I'm a Directioner, just not a creepy one that knows your blood types, and where you live."

He nods slowly, and I feel a chest slam into my shoulder, as well as two arms that wrap around me. "Thank you for not being a crazy psycho fan! Those kinds of fans scare me!" Louis screams in my ear, kissing my hair.

"You're welcome, Lou. And it's nice to meet you. All of you. I'm Arietta, by the way!" I say, nodding at Niall, Harry, and Zayn who are all chowing down on Sbarro's pizza.

Niall takes one look at me, and his jaw drops, and his eyes widen. I feel a blush creep over my cheeks and I look down. "Hi, Nialler."

He clears his throat. "Hello, Arietta."

There's a silence between us, but it's not awkward. I smile at the rest of the boys as they stare at me in wonder.

Then I start to get self-conscious.

"Okay, can we stop staring, please?" I ask, weaseling my way out of Louis' vise grip before wrapping my arms around myself.

They all blink rapidly, and I pull a random chair up to their table. Putting my head phones back in I begin tracing designs on the flat space in front of me.

There's a bit of a rustling sound, but I don't look up, I just allow my finger to move across the smooth space of the table. Suddenly, I feel a metal spiral against my pinky, and I shift my eyes, seeing a notebook to my left.

What’s wrong? Someone wrote. I knew it was Niall’s handwriting immediately because of a picture I saw on Facebook once.

Self-conscious. Is all I write, pushing the notebook in his direction.

You shouldn’t be. He answers, and I smile lightly.

Why is that, Mr. Horan? I write, giggling at the words before me.

You don’t know you’re beautiful! I roll my eyes at his reply, laughing as I push the notebook back in his direction without writing back.

“Look who it is!” I hear a familiar voice yell, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. “Little Arietta hoe bag!” Her name is Destiniee, she’s been bullying me since seventh grade, and I’m now a senior in high school.

“I don't think you should be calling me a 'hoe bag' when you've slept with the entire football team." I sneer, looking her dead in her deep brown eyes. "Or was it the basketball team? Oh, that's right. It was both."

The boys "ooooh" around me, and I lean forward, propping myself on my elbows, smirking slightly as Destinee fights to find an appropriate comeback.

"I bet your sleeping with all of these man whores, too!" She spits, causing me to laugh.

"I'm a virgin. No sex here. But you've been used more than google. You're like a door knob, everybody gets a turn. Where is the scarlett A?" By now, Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall are all laughing loudly. "You've messed with me for far too long, this is where it ends."

Destinee turns on her heel and storms away, I lean back in my chair, feeling content and proud. All of that pent up anger, and frustration; self loathing and personal anguish is gone, all because I decided to stand up for myself. Because some ridiculous boy band convinced me that no matter what, I'm still beautiful.

"Wow, I would hate to get on your bad side!" Harry laughs.

"Yeah, you definitely ripped her a new one." Liam agrees.

"I wanted to see a cat fight!!" Louis whines, plopping himself in the seat next to me.

All Zayn can do is laugh and shake is head. I have to say, though, I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be here when I finally break out of my shell. When I finally feel that I'm strong enough to defend myself when bullies try to tear me down.

Niall elbows me in the ribs, and pushes his pizza in my direction. "Justin Bieber, eh? I know him."

"Pshh." I say, taking a bite of his food. "Show off."

He winks, and takes his pizza back, grinning widely.