Just One Step (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: Sleeping In Studio Five

A/N: Hey Guys!

This is my first fan fiction. Hope you guys like it! Like I said it’s my first try at this so any constructive criticism would be amazing. If you want to see what Dani was wearing when she met the boys go down to the comments i'll post a link there, 'cause you can't put links into the actual story. It's not much now, seeing as she doesn't have much, it will be more later, but you get to see her guitar. I'll try and do them for every chapter (unless it's the same day)

Thanks,

            Jess

My name is Dani, I’m seventeen, I live in New York City, and this is the story of how I met One Direction. I’d been living with my grandparents since I was 8, when my parents got in a car accident and passed on. We never had much, but we had what we needed, that was until my Grandma got diagnosed with cancer last year. Now I’m working part-time at a music store, which had been my second home since I found it, to try and earn some extra money. It was a Friday night, and I was headed back from work. The music store was down the street from my grandparent’s house, and so I normally just walked to and from, caring my guitar on my back. When I got to the house I found that my Grandfather had gone to the hospital to see my Grandma, and had forgotten to leave the back door open for me. I loved him to death, but he was extremely forgetful. I reminded myself to get a key, and then set about trying to find somewhere to spend the night, seeing as normally my Grandfather would spend the night at the hospital. My first idea was to call my friend Taylor.  I pulled out my cell phone, it was crappy but it worked and was the best we could afford, and dialed her number. It rang a few times and then she picked up.

            “Hey Dani” her voice squealed. Tay and me were complete opposites but we balanced each other out. She was extremely optimistic about everything, outgoing and rather loud, while I was more quiet and reserved, and not really pessimistic but more realistic. I saw things the way they were, while Tay saw things the way she wanted them. This was probably because I had been part of the real world since my parents died and my Grandma got cancer, while Tay was the slightly spoiled daughter of the CEO of large medical supply company, MediCorp, and she was set for life while I was not.

            “Could I crash at your place?” I asked hopefully.

            “OMG, I’m like so sorry, did your Granddad lock you out again? But here’s the thing Dani, I’m out partying with Devin,” Devin was Tay’s boyfriend that her father did not in anyway approve of. “And I told Daddy that I’m spending the night at your house so he wouldn’t ask questions. I’m really sorry Dani.” Tay was probably the only girl who was seventeen and still called her father ‘Daddy,’ but hey it worked for her, she was the cute little innocent air of MediCorp.

“It’s fine,” I lied. “I’ll crash at Jenna’s,” another lie, I hadn’t spoken to Jenna since the seventh grade, but I did know where I was going to spend the night. A couple blocks from the house, was the recording studio that Uncle Mark, an old friend of my father’s owned. This had happened a few times, where I was locked out and couldn’t stay at Taylor’s, he had let me spend the night at the studio. He liked seeing me he said, I reminded him of my dad, and he had even said he would give me a job once I was 18.

“Okay! I am so sorry though. Bye!” and then she hung up.

After 20 minutes, I had finally reached the studio, and I was praying that Mark hadn’t left yet. I pushed my face up to the glass of the door and knocked three times.  I waited. Oh please god let him be here. I knocked three more times. I waited again, and then I saw him. Once he saw who it was, he ran over and opened the door to the building.