Paradise

Rachel's P.O.V.

I tapped my foot impatiently, looking once again at the women at the top of the line.

At long last they were allowed to go through and the line began moving again.

Once at the top of the line, I handed the man my boarding pass and quickly got sent through to board the plane.

I had never been so excited before.

Within minutes I was sitting on the plane, awaiting take off.

Never in a million years would I have imagined I ever would've won the competition. I entered anyways of course, because I always did. When I got the call saying I won, I was completely shocked.

And now here I was, flying out from Dublin, heading to Portugal for two weeks.

Two weeks with the boys of One Direction.

And let's face they were hot. Insanely hot.

I relaxed as the plane began taking off, lying back and closing my eyes.

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When the plane landed I was eager to get off the plane and head straight to the beach house.

Pulling my case behind me, I headed into the airport.

I wasn't surprised to find a taxi driver, holding a piece of paper with my name on it inside as I was told earlier that I would be drive straight to the house.

As far as I was aware there would be different things to do at this beach house. There would trips to the spa, parties with other known celebrities and of course general beach activities.

The taxi driver insisted on taking my baggage so I followed him awkwardly to the car.

The drive to the house was quiet. The driver of the car didn't seem to want to talk so I just hummed softly to myself, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me.

I was about to meet One Direction.

What if they thought I was really weird? What if I got really nervous and I couldn't talk?

I suddenly started feeling very self-conscious about what I was wearing.

I was certainly showing too much of my legs.

What if they thought I was trying to hard?

I rand my hand through my hair, taking a deep breath. I needed to relax. Everything was going to be fine.

Before I knew it, the car had come to a stop.

The driver hopped out quickly, heading around to open my door.

"Thank you" I mumbled.

He nodded and went to the boot of the car to get me my luggage.

"Have a nice time Ms.Carson" he told me, handing me the case.

Before I had a chance to respond, he was back in the car.

"Goodbye" I mumbled, sarcastically, to myself.

I took another deep breath, before beginning to walk towards the front door.

This was it. I couldn't screw it up.

Once at the door, I knocked quite heavily.

I shifted my weight from leg to leg uncomfortably, waiting.

I felt my heartbeat rise when I heard footsteps coming towards the door.

The door sprang open suddenly, revealing the one and only Louis Tomlinson.

"Hello love" he greeted cheerily.

"Hi" I replied softly.

He looked slightly amused.

"C'mon in.. You look nervous" he added standing back slightly.

I walked past him quickly dragging my bag with me.

"You can just dump that here in the hall. We'll sort out rooms later when the other four girls get here" he told me quickly.

I did as he said, leaving the bag by the door.

"I'm Rachel by the way" I let him know, feeling much more comfortable.

"Lovely name. I'm Louis" he replied, with a small smile.

"I know" I gave him a wink, causing him to chuckle slightly.

"C'mon, you can come meet the rest of the boys" He began walking down the hallway and I followed.

The house really was huge. Much bigger than I had been expecting.

Louis turned suddenly, leading me into the kitchen.

"Guys, this is Rachel" he announced, gesturing to me.

All four of the boys focused their eyes on me and I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

It was strange seeing them in person. I was so used to seeing them in magazines and on television.

Liam got up quickly, offering me his hand.

"Nice to meet you" he greeted kindly.

The others all followed suit, introducing themselves politely.

We spent the next 20 minutes chatting and I found it very easy to get along with them all. I had instantly relaxed. They were all so.. normal. It was strange.

I began wandering around the kitchen, looking for things to make myself a cup of tea with.

"You really do make yourself at home, dontcha Rach?" Louis commented, making me grin slightly at the nickname. All my friends at home called me 'Rach'.

I turned away from the kettle to give him a smile.

"Anyone want a cuppa?" I called, letting my irish phrase, slip through.

Before anyone was given a chance to respond I heard a knock on the door.

The second winner had arrived.

Notes

Hey guys!
Hope you liked this chapter :p
This is my first time fanfiction so I hope it was okay :p x