Rachel's P.O.V

God, it's really late...I should get to bed soon. Soon. I think to myself. I am looking up everything and anything that has to do with One Direction, whether it be their old videos or newer interviews. I'm watching it all tonight. It's about four o'clock in the morning and I'm not even tired. I have a bag of gummy worms and a can of soda to accompany me through this glorious One Direction filled night. It's been pretty uneventful on the land of the internet since everyone is already asleep or they speak some other language that confuses me. Okay...it is late now...going to sleep...right after I check tumblr. I log onto the familiar blue screen and scroll down my dash looking for anything even remotely interesting. Harry, Niall, Harry naked, Harry on a boat, Old gif-set, Ally, Louis and Harry mome...wait. Ally?

I scroll back up to the picture that I thought was Ally and see that brown muck of hair. Yep, that's Ally, I think to myself. No doubt that that is not her since her brown hair is flowing everywhere and totally untamed just like it always is. I take a closer look at this picture and see Louis and Harry in a spinning door laughing like maniacs, Zooey and Zayn talking to each other about something personal it looks, Liam walking out of the regular doors, and Ally and Niall standing really close to each other talking. So that lucky bitch really did go to hang out with them today...and didn't bring me. The one that is practically in love with them and deserves to be best friends with them. Ooooh she's going to pay.

I take a quick look at the comments below the picture and see them ranging from, “Who the fuck are these two bitches?” to “Oh, wow they're really pretty. I hope that brown hair girl and Niall are going out, that'd be so cute.” I shake that thought out of my head and click out of that tab while standing up out of my chair. The floor squeaks under my foot and I shudder since my mom is such a light sleeper and can literally hear anything in the house. I wait for her to yell at me to go to bed but hear nothing but soft snores from somewhere and continue to slowly walk towards my door. I feel like I'm in one of those mission impossible movies...so I start to hum the theme song to myself quietly and just to add effect I put my two hands into a gun form while scaling the walls.

I get halfway down the hallway when my cat passes by me with a look that tells me I am acting mad...but there is no one else awake to witness this so I just continue. Finally, I get to Ally's door getting ready for the creaky mess she let it become. Through the years of breaking into her room while she was asleep I've learned that her door is the loudest to open out of all of them because she never ever puts oil or something in it to stop the rust. So, I've found a trick for opening her door which is to lift it while opening it slowly, very slowly. I do this and then creep into the doorway, there's Ally on her bed curled up under the blankets with not even her head popping out. I move slowly towards her bed getting ready to jump on her. She's snoring lightly...wait snoring? Ally never snores not even when she's sick. Oh god, what if that person is a serial killer in there? And I like caught him in the act of breaking in? What if he already got Ally and she's all chopped up in the closet or under the bed? I hope if I survive this she's okay with me having her computer...

I take a step at a time very slowly moving closer and closer towards the bed. I try to be as careful as I can but I step on a creaky floorboard letting a tremendous squeak erupt through the room. I stay still while cursing myself for being so careless. Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please please please don't kill me.

A loud snore breaks the deathly silence and the body starts to stir. I grab the closets item to me and that object being a teddy bear, it'll do. I take a step closer to the body and once I'm a couple of feet away I run to the bed and jump on top of the person. I hear screaming but ignore it trying to knock the person out with this...teddy bear. The person rolls me over and is now straddling my weak and tiny body.

“Please don't kill me Mr. Serial Killer!” I scream into the darkness. My arms are pinned to the pillow above my head and deep breathing comes from the intruder. “First of all Rachy, Mr. Serial Killer? Really? Second, a teddy bear, you think that can kill or even hurt someone? Now thirdly, it's fucking me dipshit, Zooey,” Zooey whispered harshly into my face. I stare up and see the flaming red hair now, I make a small 'o' with my mouth and relax my body.

At that moment the door slammed open and my mom stood at the frame of it. “Rachel, what are you doing up? And Ally...”

“Zooey, Barbs.”

She made an audible sigh and I could hear the eye roll, “Zooey, can you please get off my daughter? She'll be getting up early to do chores today.” As she said that she pushed off the door frame that she was leaning on and walked back to her room. “Go to sleep Rachel!” She called tiredly as she closed her door. I moved my eyes from the doorway where they were glued. I look up above me to see Zooey slumped over in defeat and peeling herself off of me. “Where's Ally, Zo?” I asked gingerly. She crawled under the covers and sighed, “I don't know.” I then heard gentle snores coming from the depths of the blankets.

I hop off the bed and go downstairs to get something to drink, maybe some orange juice. The birds were chirping outside as early morning residents woke up. I got my cup of orange juice and went out onto the porch to enjoy the early morning air. The sky was just turning into a bright orange as birds chirped on the ground looking for their early morning food. Taking in a deep breath of air I start to turn around to go inside but see a figure on top of the car. There she is.

Ally's P.O.V

Screaming fills up my ears and sends a vibration through my body. I look over to my right and see the side of the stage which means I am on the stage? I look back out and see the millions of adoring fans that are screaming their name. What am I even doing up here? I look to my right again and a body has filled the void of empty space. Niall. He has that goofy grin on his face as he is walking slowly towards me. He's about five feet away from me and I can smell the mint on his breath. Just as he;s abut to take another step closer a hand grabs my wrist pulling me into them. I see the curls and know who it is instantly. I stare up into his green eyes that are shining brightly. He gives a small smirk as he puts his hands gently on my cheeks. I close my eyes in total pleasure as he rubs his thumbs slowly along my cheekbones. I open my eyes to see the he stopped and is now starting to lean his body towards me. Unable to move I let it happen and watch as his face comes closer and closer to mine every second. I stare into those green eyes until he starts to slowly close them as he gets closer. Our lips are now only centimeters apart and he whispers, “Ally.”

Just my name, something that sounds so sweet coming out of his lips. I felt those lips move against mine as he spoke that wonderful word, my name. I stare dreamily at him taking in every single detail of him and seeing how perfect he truly looks. He puts his thumbs back on my cheeks and moves them effortlessly along me face. “Ally!” He then screams in my face.

I wake up with a jolt of energy and my head hits something metal. A cold wind brushes against my chilled skin and I gingerly rub my now bumped head. My eyes open finally and I take in my surroundings. Outside, I fell asleep outside, great. I'm on my cars hood...which is moving? Why is it moving? I look to my right expecting to see Niall like in my dream but its only Rachel. What was with that dream though? Like seriously. I look back at Rachel and see her bouncing with excitement. I squeeze my fingers on the bridge of my nose and ask, “What Rachel?

She bites her lip and looks toward the ground, “You're on the internet, Als.”

I stare at her to see if she's joking but she just keeps looking at the ground. “What do you mean I'm on the internet?' I ask. She slowly picks up her head and looks me in the eyes carefully. “Like there are pictures of you with the boys. People don't know who you or Zooey are yet but they know you,” She explained. I just stare blankly at her while taking in that information. People on the internet actually know me and are talking about me, “What are they saying?”

“Well some are saying you're really pretty while others are saying...nasty things. But a lot of people are saying that you and Niall look good together...are you together?” She ran slowly though each detail of whats going on. She looked expectantly at me as if I even had an answer. I mean yes, we are only just friends but after that dream I just had and the way he milled around the car after all the others left. I mean I think I have feelings for him but in no way, shape, or form would he have any for me, especially when he has all those beautiful models probably dying to hop on him. He would never want me...

“What about Harry? Anything about him?” I ask totally ignoring the question she asked. I don't know why but that dream with Harry almost kissing me got to me. I guess I could say I also have feelings for Harry but these feelings I have for these two boys aren't the kind that I would ever act on. Just something to play around with...also because I will probably never see them again in my life. She looks at me and says, “No, why?” I shrug off that question and start to slide off my car. Rachel gives a big sigh and rolls off of it too. I hear her light feet hit the hard pavement and she comes up along side of me. I stare up into the rising sun and think of just how beautiful yet simple it is. Something that I can see every single day but each day it will have a different kind of effect on me, that's what makes it truly beautiful.

“C'mon Squeak, let's go inside.”

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I had so much trouble waking up in the morning. Thoughts of yesterday and the very morning were racing through my head. Thoughts of Harry and Niall were especially popular as I tried to drift off back into dreamland. My mother at ten in the morning came into my room telling me I had to help Rachel with chores today. Apparently I neglected the chores I had to do yesterday but Rachel picked those up and I just had to wash some dishes and go grocery shopping later with her, so nothing too bad.

“Ally! I just finished mowing the lawn! Can't I take a shower first?” She asked desperately. I looked her up and down accessing just how dirty she really was. Her blond hair was tied up into a pony tail and her tank top and shorts combo were covered in grass and sweat. She even managed to get some grass stains on her knees which I really had to applaud her for. “No loser, get in I wanna get this over with,” I called out the car to her.

She sighed loudly and stomped her foot on the ground while she walked over to the car. “God Rach, don't have to throw a hissy fit. Who are we going to see there...Mr. Rose?” I said. Mr. Rose was one of our close neighbors that was around his sixties. She just looked over at me with total seriousness in her voice, “Yeah def Als, I have the hots for him.” To that I lifted my right hand off the steering wheel and swiftly smacked her in the face letting her scream a big ouch and rub her face. “Don't say that ever, it's creepy.”

My phone started to ring while she was still rubbing her wounded face. “Well can you check it for me? I'm kind of busy at the moment...” I told her. She stopped rubbing her face and went to my phone which was in the cup holder. “It's a text...from Niall. No way! You have his number? Do you have the others? Can I have them? Oh my god wait till Stacy hears about this, she is going to die!” She squealed at the end of that pulling her own phone out. “Rachel, I swear to god if you take down that boys number I will personally kill you in you're sleep. I know where you live,” I said dangerously. She slowly put her phone down while staring at me and mumbling, “No fun, no fun at all.”

She then picked my phone back and read it out loud, “Hey Babe, what are you doing today? Oh my god. He called you babe Ally! Niall James Horan called my ugly and stupid older sister babe! Do you swear you two are not together because if you are I want to be the first fan to know! If I'm not I will download all those embarrassing pictures from that one Easter on tumblr and then people will know who you are!” I just sat there waiting for her to finish and when she finally did I said flatly, “Ignore it.”

She picked up her head instantly and stared at me wide eyed. “Ally, Niall just practically asked you to hang out with him! You're going to ignore it? How can you do that to that beautiful Irish man? Like seriously? Isn't he cute...don't you like him? Then just hang out with him and let me meet them again and hang out with them and become best friends with them and...”

“Seriously Rachel, you're getting annoying and for matter of fact yes, he is very cute. Actually very hot, yes that's a more appropriate word for him but I'm saying ignore it because I don't want to get messed up into that crap and everything. I'm already on the internet and everything and people are talking about me but I don't want to press them into it more and to speak negatively about me,” I take a deep breath. “So I am saying ignore it.”

Rachel just continues to stare at me the whole car ride to the food store with deer eyes not even moving an inch. What is wrong with this girl? Can she not get where I am coming from? I hate attention mostly and even getting involved with them means I get attention and people knowing my name so it all together is a bad choice, absolutely.

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“Dammit Rachel! No! Put that back!” I yelled at her. For the past half hour I have been yelling at her to put back every sugar product that she has grabbed. I love everything sugary, don't get me wrong but you necessarily can't survive on it like she so wishes. I push the cart along the aisles and call behind me, “Rachel, be useful and go get a carton of milk?” I hear her footsteps stop and she whines, “But it's all the way on the other side of the store Als!” I look behind and give her the nastiest glare that I can muster. She whimpers a small, “Okay” and scurries off to get the milk. Finally a little alone where I can actually think without her annoyingly buzzing in my ear. Ever since she read the text message out loud she's been telling me to go hang out with him or text him back or call him or something. She's starting to get exactly like Zooey was the other day pushing me to hang out with them the whole day and not just leave and look what that got me. People on the internet are now talking about me saying lord knows what and probably sending me death threats somewhere.

I continue to walk down the aisles looking carelessly at everything seeing what could make an actual nutritional dinner. God, in just a few months I'll be doing this but in England. I can't believe that in about a week I'll be graduating from high school and will be going to the place that I've been dreaming of going to since my father was alive. We had always talked about for my sixteenth birthday him and I would travel to England and conquer the tourist attractions and everything that you can do there. We would go see Big Ben and the London Eye and Buckingham Palace. He had kept that dream alive in me until his last day on this earth. My mother had tried to tell me when my sixteenth birthday was coming up that her, Rachel, and I could go as a family vacation but I just told her that it wouldn't be the same and that dad and I had special plans for it. Well when I move I plan on completing those plans in remembrance of my father.

Stuck in my reminiscence of my father I round the corner and accidentally bump into someone. God dammit Ally, you have to be more careful these moms are always so mean, I yell at myself. It's true though that whenever I come here all the moms are always so mean to me, especially when I have Rachel tag along...they think she's my kid. Which is very weird since I would have to have her when I was like five for her to really be my child. Getting ready to apologize to woman I back out and let her come out of the aisle to bring her fury upon me. But, I don't see woman's feet step out...instead big clunky converse in men's size.

“God, I am so sorry really I was daydreaming and then...” I couldn't finish my sentence because then I saw who rounded the corner. Jem, the guy I met the other day and helped me find the boys at the hotel the other day. His bed head is now slightly jelled to give it a certain definition and his scruff is now gone...a totally smooth chin. As he looks over to a big smile forms on his face and he looks at me with those honey colored eyes. “Ally, right?” I asks me and walks over to me. A small blush starts to creep up on me noticing that he actually remembers me. He's wearing a gray button down shirt with blue jeans that fit him quite snugly might I say.

A smile forms on my face and I try to sound casual, “You actually remember me, huh?” God that was too awkward sound Ally, try to be normal he's actually hot. As I am yelling at myself on the inside he says smoothly, “How can I forget such a pretty face like that? So what are you up to besides ramming your cart into people?” He added a wink after that and looked at me waiting for a response. I don't know why I was so nervous to talk. Maybe it was the fact that he was the most beautiful man I have ever seen and it seemed that he actually wanted to talk to me or the fact I was so awkward. I leaned on my cart a little and said, “Oh you know, just shopping, generally what you do at a food store.” He gave small chuckle and sarcastically said, “Really? And here I thought that I was fighting off dinosaurs or something. But what I meant was what are you doing today, love?”

God he was really gorgeous. “Oh well, nothing really probably just gonna finish up shopping here and then go home. Why?” I tried to sound sly at the end. He put on a small smirk and said, “How about we change that then? Why don't you finish your shopping and then give me a call and I'll come pick you up and we'll do something?” He was waiting for an answer. This Jem fellow, who I just met yesterday and was probably the best looking guy in my life, wanted to actually do something with me. Try not to sound too eager Ally. I bit my lip and looked to the ground then back up at him, “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright well give me your phone and I'll put my number in it, okay?” I handed him my phone and waiting while he did so. Finally he handed it back and smiled at me, “Well I gotta go and put this stuff in the fridge but call me later, bye gorgeous.” With that he walked away leaving me there staring at him in awe. I felt a slight poking on my rib cage and looked to the cause of it, Rachel. I stared at her and waited for her question, “How could you get someone that hot?”

I giggled and said, “Trust me Rachel, One: He probably doesn't even want me that way, and Two: I have no fucking clue.” She stared at me and mumbled while walking away, “If only I was a few years older...”

Notes

So...this is like my accidental famous fanfic now. Thanks you guys! Leave a comment and let me know how this is