You belong with me

Chapter 1

It was almost time.

Laryssa and I were listening over the radio to hear who had won the exclusive interview with one direction. The radio was buzzing with commercials that I didn't care about. That added to the suspense. Laryssa had entered about a thousand times more than me and I was sure she was going to win. Even if it was random. I had only entered once. One thing started to play and the radio announcer started to re-cap the things everyone already knew.

Finally he was about to say it.....

I heard  Laryssa screaming and shaking me.

"Rosie! Rosie! you won!" Laryssa shrieked,

"I...did?" I asked and broke a smile. We stood on my bed and started jumping up and down and squealing like we were in a horror film. 

We jumped off my bed and tore through my closet until I found my favorite flowered dress. It cinched at the waste and it had three buttons up the front. It was a dark blue floral print.

"The interview is tomorrow. The announcer said they were going to have a taxi pick you up and everything!" She was beaming.

I didn't understand how she wasn't jealous. She was way too good of a friend.

"Thanks. Hey you know what would be so cool?" I giggled. 

"What?" Laryssa said as she plopped herself back on my bed.

"I should bake them some of my amazing cupcakes." I said with a wink, I had always loved to bake and cook. It was a total joke but for some reason we decided to do it anyways.

-The next day-

 I had been getting ready for hours. I was so nervous. I had decided to bake the boys chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing. A black car pulled up with the radios' logo printed on the side. A large man stepped out to let me in.

When we finally arrived at the radio station I sat in a chair and they hooked me up with headphones and everything. The interviewer sat down and smiled.

"Hello sweetie the boys are coming in  just a second. What is your name?" He said with a beaming smile. It was fake, but I was too excited to care,

"Rosie?" He laughed, I guess I was so nervous I didn't even know my own name.

I heard a door open and they all walked in. I was in complete shock and I was doing my very best not to burst into tears.They all gave me hugs and smiles and I introduced myself.

"So Rosie, since you won you get to ask the boys anything you want." I forgot about that part.

I honestly didn't know what to say. "Um, I don't really know I guess I know everything already."

Oh crap that probably sounded stupid and stalkerish. I reddened furiously but they just laughed, "But- I made you guys cupcakes!" I said and held up the plate of cupcakes me and Laryssa made last night.

I glanced over at Niall quickly, I had always secretly liked him best, and laughed when I saw his eyes light up and the sight of food. They all took one and they looked rather happy with them.

"These are really good!" Liam said in between bites,

"I like her, can we keep her?" Asked Harry.

I giggled at the thought of touring around and cooking for one direction. It seemed like a good idea to me.

"PAUUUUL!" Louis yelled, "Paulllll can we keep her?" Zayn looked over at Louis, "Paul can't hear you."

Niall looked over at me, "You never asked us any questions, so can we ask you questions?" I smiled and nodded, "Um, not to be rude, but this is a radio station, they can't see you." said the interviewer. I smiled "Yes, yes you can."

After a few questions the interviewer told us our time was up. They cut off our mikes and the boys all stood up. Paul walked in to get the boys and they immediately jumped on him.

"Pauuul she makes cupcakes and she can cook! Can she stay with us?" asked Louis with puppy dog eyes,

Paul shrugged, "If Niall stops asking me for food then yes." Niall smiled and looked at me, "OK I'll ask her from now on." I giggled. Laryssa was going to get a kick out of this.

"Are you guys being serious?" They all nodded, even Liam. So I mean, it had to be legit.

Latter they called my parents, and since it was the beginning of summer they were surprisingly OK with it. I couldn't believe it. I was cooking for my idols.