Finding Her

When the Idea became her Goal

xx *Her Point of View*

I dusted off another shelf and looked at some of my belongings that laid on my bed. My parents were making me clean my room on our snow day before I started on my homework. I had put it off for quite awhile and I was now being forced. I know that my room can be messy, but I didn't want to clean it. I mean I guess I didn't mind finding all of the stuff in my drawers and organizing my stuff. I didn't want to get rid of stuff, though, and that is what they wanted me to do. I sat in my room and examined my stuff while putting things into their spots. My room was now a mess for sure. Once I started cleaning, my room would be a mess until I finished. I started to go through my jewelry boxes and nail polishes that sat on my dresser. I smiled at each thing and set it out on the top of my dresser. I loved the jewelry and sparkles! Then I began going through my collection of many purses. I had a passion for purses, too. I could always find all kinds of stuff in each one. I looked up, startled, and moved my head to see my older sister walk in from behind my piles of things. She climbed the ladder to her bed, which was on the top bunk. Mine was the bottom and we shared a room. I decided to wait to go through my purses and began cleaning out a special spot to put my collection of One Direction things. I loved One Direction! I was a directioner and that was my fandom. I had Internet addiction, too. As my hands wondered over my One Direction notebooks, I retraced the edges of the 1D diary. The keys that dangled from the lock were slowly turned with my touch. I opened the book to the many blank pages. I liked to draw and sometimes write, but my pen had not found this diary yet. My eyes widened as a thought entered my mind: I could write a diary for them. I had thought of the idea before, but I was never really sure about it. Maybe it was silly, but a small ray of hope flickered inside of me. I questioned the thought. Besides, my sister always went through my stuff and was constantly trying to blackmail me. But this diary had a pair of keys and I just needed a good hiding place.

Xxx *His point of view*

I sat on the edge of my bed in the New York hotel and stared at the screen to my phone that I gripped on to in my hands. I scrolled through me Twitter. I'd been off for awhile and needed to check in with Tweets. I absolutely love my job, but I don't mind having a little break. My dedicated fans fill up my life and I care for them deeply. I just need some extra time for rest and family every once in a while. I jumped to my feet and drew back the curtains before leaning against the cold glass of the window, which stretched to fill up the entire wall. A door to a balcony could be seen across from where I was standing. I looked out at the bright Sun shining brightly in the blue-pink sky. My eyes moved to watch the people that lined the streets in front of the hotel. Some were walking along. Some kids were playing in the snow and I smiled at this as my eyes hit a snowman in front of some shops in the distance. I sighed as I thought of how much I truly missed playing in the snow. I spotted a few red and purple winter flowers that stuck up with the blades of brown-green grass that grew in the flowerbeds on the sides of the streets. The scene reminded me of love. I don't know why. It just did. I smiled at the thought. My smile widened even more as I spotted a group of dedicated fans staring up at me. They weren't intruding my privacy, but they spotted me. They knew where I was and that could mean bad or good. I felt happy to see their faces light up, though, as I waved before closing the curtains and walking over to the bathroom to take a warm shower.

*So I haven't revealed any names yet. Sorry if it is bad, but I hope you enjoy the story. Please read and vote and I'll update soon. Thanks! Lots of Love!