I trudged through dead leaves and white snow which seeped through my boots. My breath created little clouds of mist icicles as I counted them to see how many I could take before I finally died. Cars drove by, but I didn't care to stop to ask for a ride. That could be dangerous. They might know who I am and call the cops to take me home. So I kept following the road to London - or at least that's where I thought I was going. All I wanted was to be warm again. To feel that I was safe.

That's when I collapsed to the ground. I retched up the few contents in my stomach, as a car slowed to a stop. I glanced at it, shaking violently. "Oh my God, are you alright?" the woman asked, stepping out of the car. She helped me into the backseat of her car into a position where I was laying down. The heat felt sooooooo good. It helped the shaking, and my lungs were burning a bit less. I took a long nap there.



When I woke up, I sat straight up, forgetting where I was. "Just lay down, sweetie. We're almost there." she said in a calming voice. "By the way, my name is Bella Sanders, manager of - don't freak out - One Direction." She told me, covering her ears as if someone were scratching a chalkboard. I tilted my head in confusion.
"Who's One D - Direction?" I asked quietly. "And wh-why would I freak out?" Bella stared at me through the mirror.
"Oh, sweetie, you really are sick. Oh - We're here!" She exclaimed. We pulled into a long driveway, flanked by rose bushes. When we finally reached the end, there was an enormous house, like a mansion. She instructed me to follow her.

"So, you really don't know who One Direction is? 1D? Louis? Zayn? Harry? Niall? Liam?" Bella asked, surprised. I shook my head. "Well honey, you're in for a wild ride."

Notes

Sorry the first chapter was so short! The rest will be longer, I promise.