Mixed Up -ON HOLD-

Chapter 1

"Oh come on Josh, don't act like that. Everone knows that you want me" I said and gave him a smirk as I lit the ciggerete.

"V, you should't smoke. It's not healthy" with that he turned on his heel, not bothering to give me a glance over his shoulder.

"what a loser" I mumbled to myself as I blew out the smoke. 

Madison's POV

"I cannot believe that we actually have a chance to win!" Felicia squealed next to me and we both jumped repeatedly as we were clearly fangirling. I had a good grip around my phone when it made a popping-sound telling me that something happened on twitter.

@Harry_Styles: The lottery just ended. Let the best girls win. 

Felicia looked over my shoulder and we both let out another highpitched scream. A couple of guys, one year older then us, walked by and looked at us with annoyed looks. Well yeah, I don't care. MAYBE I WILL MEET ONE DIRECTION I AM FANGIRLING SO BAD.

Annie's POV

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Annie. Happy birthday to you!" 

Ugh how I hate this place.

It's not even my birthday!

All my eight younger and three older siblings, plus my mom and dad were now surrounding me in the kitchen singing a happy birthday song because I might be away on my birthday. They don't even know for sure if I will.

"Happy birthday sweetheart" as usually, I only get a gift from my parents because my other siblings are either too small to handle money or they are too selfish and would rather keep the money to themselfes. But this time it still seemed a little bit odder. I never get a big gift as this. My mom gave me a huge, huge box that she almost couldn't get up from the floor. The other kids watched me with jealous eyes as I ripped up the paper. When I saw what was inside I drew my breath.

Oh my god.

Oh my freaking god.

"OHMYGOD THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU SOOO MUCH" I yelled as I slowly picked up my gift. It was an acoustic guitar, something I have been longing for since I was eleven. But since we are quite the big family my parents don't really have a lot of money and they might not have been able to give me the fanciest gifts. But today, was a new day. 

As I stroked my hand over the strings my entire family watched me. When I moved my hands to take the first chord on the guitar my mother opened her mouth.

"Did you enter the lottery? I heard it ended today" 

I sighed. 

Not again.

My parents thought that this summer it would be great for me to work, but unfortunaly for them I have not found any work. Which means that I'll just be at home playing on my guitar and having a nice vacation. But, like I said before, my parents are struggling a bit with the enocomy, so they forced me - yes forced - to be in a lottery where you could win to compete in a competition with One Direction. Just to get me out of the house for two weeks and just because I might win some really nice cash. My parents thought this was a great plan and they did everything in their power to get me chosen, but honestly - I'd rather stay here. One Direction wouldn't even like me anyway so, why would I even bother them?

"No I didn't, but you did" I said and began to tune the guitar when I heard it didn't sound very well.

Alexandra's POV

"New guests Alex!" My boss woke me up from my deep thoughts about everything and nothing. I really need to get a life. All I do is go to school, do my homework, go to work, get home, work out, eat, sleep. Put that on repeat and TADA you got my entire life. My social life sucks and I'm not very happy with socialicing and you may understand what a problem that can be when I'm 

1) going to high school with people who will daily tell you about all their problems.

2) Working in a small coffee shop where you have to be nice to the customers. 

well, not working so good. 

I walked up to the table my boss had been talking about. At the table two guys were seated, both with their hoods, caps and sunglasses on.

Wow, someone doesn't like attention.

"Hi, how can I help you?" I asked as I took up my notepad to write down their orders. I heard some mumbling from one of the guys and then the other guy burst out laughing. Okay this weird.

Why does it feel like they were talking about me?

"Excuse me, what can I get you?" I repeated, being slightly annoyed that they didn't pay any respect to me at all.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" Both of the guys removed their sunglasses and hoodies but kept the caps on. That's when I saw it. It was Liam Payne and Zayn Malik from One Direction.

Oh.

My.

God.

"I'd like a chocolate chip cookie with some milk please" Zayn ordered and I felt a little bit lost in his eyes when he spoke to me, but eventually I got myself to scribble down his order on my notepad.

"Yeah me too." Liam said from the other side and I just added a 'x2' at the end of Zayn's order. I quickly walked away before they could see the blush creeping up my face. 

Was it really Zayn and Liam from One Direction or am I mistaking? I must be mistaking, I mean what would they do here? It's just like any other small-town in UK so why would they be here? I'm sure these guys looks just like them but aren't them.

When I was on my way back to them with their cookies and milk I could hear the guy who looked exactly like Liam Payne say:

"I swear! She said that! Oh my God, if she only knew..." 

Okay, it really feels like they are talking about me right now. 

"schh here she comes" said the guy who looked like Zayn. I handed them their orders and both looked at me with amusment in their eyes as I did so. Something is terribly wrong.

"Sorry, but were you talking about me?" 

"yeah" the Liam guy said and I raised my eyebrows a bit.

"Bother to share what you said?"

"When you asked me 'how can I help you' I said to Zayn over here" oh so it is really them? "that you could help me paint my toenails" 

My eyes went down to my shown feet. Oh my god no. I looked down at my toenails and saw how they were painted in all the colors from the rainbow. As I mentioned before I don't really have a social life, so what do I do on my evenings then? I paint my toenails. 

I swallowed a couple of times, trying to get rid of the big lump in my throath. I know it's stupid, but I really don't like my feet and when then when someone points them out - it really doesn't help. So without another word I just left them there.

"Hey! Girl! Wait!" I heard Zayn call from behind me, but I didn't care. I kept on walking until I felt a hand grab my arm and turned me around.

"what" I barked in his face. Ugh, how I hate boys.

"You forgot your tip" he grabbed my hand and put some coins there before he shut it again. Before he would leave me alone he said: "and by the way... I love the nails" he shot me a wink and then he walked over to his asshole friend.