"One Direction? The famous band??? the musical geniuses?"

"Never heard of them."

"Ouch luv." the curly long-haired boy exclaimed. "you really don' know who we a'e?" (HOW TF DO YOU WRITE IN BRITISH BRO)

"Im so sorry boys, she's going through this emo phase-"

"IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM!"

"Well we coul' int'oduce u 'o mc'a if u come wi' us"

"YOU KNOW MCR???" Y/N screamed, "OK GREAT GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES LET ME PACK MY BAGS BYE MOM NICE KNOWING YOU!"

Y/N ran up to her room, while the boys waited awkwardly, staring at her mom who looked like she could be the ruler of a fictional european country after going through a makeover where her glasses were broken and her hair was straightened who also has the best enemies to lovers storyline ever.

Upstairs, Y/N quickly shoved all her t-shirts and jeans, all baggy of course (arden pookie bear I'm counting on you to make the reference in the comments), into a suitcase and carried it down to the car.

"I can ca''y that fo' you luv." the Irish one said.

"I can carry it myself, thanks." she sneered at him.

"alrigh' then."

but as she was walking to the car, she stumbled and all at once, everything went black.