"Goodnight!"

Kandi shut the door to her bedroom and hopped over to her bed. She stripped out of her clothes and wiggled her cozy pyjamas on. Flopping down on top of the covers, she got out her laptop and began typing ideas down.

Er! I hate writer's block!!!

She typed a few more sentences, the only sounds were the stilted hum of her headphones and the clicking of the keys. Kandi stopped and blinked at her screen, her right thumb and forefinger supporting her chin as she studied what she had just typed.

"Ah! Whatever!!" She lowered her laptop screen until it clicked off and pushed it to the other side of her double bed. Picking up her phone and unlocking it, she hovered her finger over different apps, trying to decide which one she was going to waste her sleep-time on.

Pinterest won.

Kandi scrolled through her feed and hit a picture, then another and another...you know how Pinterest goes.

She landed on a picture of 5 boys walking, well, 4 were walking and one was in the middle doing some kind of crazy dance/twist thing and, it looked from the picture, yelling happily.

"I am the Louis of my friends" Kandi read to herself and giggled, figuring that Louis had to be the one in he middle. She pinned it and then thought about it,

I hope Louis is the middle one...I think this is One Direction, the guys they were playing at the store that time...

Kandi smiled as she remembered;

"Hi there! Did you find everything you needed?"

"Yes, I did, thanks! Wow, I wish I had this store when I was growing up, it's like a little girl's paradise!!"

"I know, right? Brilliant idea to do this."

Kandi watched as the cashier rang in her items, "my niece loves this store! By the way, do you know what the one-D stuff means that's all over the place?" Kandi motioned to a rack of backpacks, in pink, purple and yellow, all emblazoned with the monogram "1D".

The cashier gasped a little and looked at her co-worker who looked back at her surprised.

"You don't know who One Direction is?!?"

Kandi furrowed her brow, "um, no actually, are they the boy band I keep seeing everywhere?"

The sales lady looked incredulous still, "oh wait," she smiled, "you're probably too old!" The other lady looked at Kandi, "yes, that's probably it. Wait, how old are you?"

"18."

"Hmm, well, yeah, maybe not..." She shook her head and sighed, a smirk playing around her mouth as she handed Kandi her bags.

Kandi felt a little flustered; what did they mean I'm too old?! Too old for a boy band?? How old are these guys? Maybe I'll google it when I have lunch later...

Kandi smiled to herself as the scene ended in her mind and she clicked on another joke/picture. She had googled their names, and to her utter chagrin, some of the members were actually younger than her! She giggled quietly as she remembered telling her friends that there was a boy band out there that they were older than...the last boy band anybody in her crew had paid attention to was N*SYNC, who were significantly older than them. It was funny seeing little girls crushing on them the same way she and her friends had crushed on guys like David Gallagher from 7th Heaven or that really cute guy that Wren had liked on Even Stevens. Even the occasional cartoon character had gotten some attention, Kandi felt herself blushing at that. Could she and her friends help it that they made their voices soooo attractive??

But then they'd grown up. Kandi hadn't really followed the celebrity scene. She could tell you infinitely more about actors like Gregory Peck, Barbara Stanwyck, and Dennis Morgan then any of today's stars. She loved the silver screen and musicals. Justin Bieber's newest flame? Not so much, it actually made her sick how the media followed and tore these people to pieces.

She tapped some more. Hmm...interesting... What's an imagine? Kandi read the short paragraph through.

Aww! That was so cute! Imagine a guy looking at me like that, adorable!

A few more taps.

Hmm...what's this? Wattpad? I'll read it and see...

Suddenly Kandi was in a story. A story about One Direction.

Wow, this is cool! I didn't know people wrote stuff like this...and it's all free!

Kandi felt herself getting wrapped up in the stories:

Oh look! A bunch more!! These are so sweet...wait a minute! WHAT?!

Kandi tried to read past the offending words, horrified curiosity trying to discern if someone had actually typed out what she was reading and if that person could truly be "a fan" of these boys. Suddenly, it felt like she was being defiled by the words and something inside her snapped.

Kandi furiously tapped her screens closed, feeling bile rise in her throat.

That was...disgusting!!! Ugh! Like, they're human beings! Not made up characters for your perverted enjoyment!! I feel sick...

Kandi slowly realized that there were many of these "imagines" and "fan fictions" that were adorable, girls imagining Harry Styles buying them ice cream, Liam Payne helping them up after they tripped or Niall Horan laughing at their jokes. But there were a bunch that were...smut. Honestly, plain old smut.

I can't fathom someone writing something like that about me! I hope those guys never see this stuff...I know I would feel SO violated if I was them!

Kandi yawned and closed Pinterest. She'd research about them more...later. It was time to let her sleep deprived eyes close.

As she drifted off, she found herself considering again; these guys are normal people, like me and my friends. Why would someone DO that to them, about them, AT them? Writing cute stories about their dream guy? Sure. Slobbering over how good they imagine they are in bed in grotesque detail? Uh, no. No thanks. I don't think I'd do that to my worst enemy, let alone someone I cared about.

As sleep overcame her, Kandi felt herself feeling very curious about these boys; how did they handle their fame and their...somewhat crazy fans? She decided she would find out more about them. There had to be something more to these boys than what met the eye, and she wanted to find out what it was.