Chapter One: Phone Call

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Chapter One: Phone Call

**Lilah's POV**

"Ohmigod! Did you hear about Harry's new girlfriend?!" I say, throwing myself onto my bed and grabbing an Oreo.

It's a Thursday night and I'm in my dorm room with my two best friends discussing my favorite topic: One Direction.

"Shut up Lilah. Those pictures were totally fake," Jared, the most openly gay person I know, rolls his eyes and bites into another Oreo. "Besides, the only piece of meat that boy is going to get is me," he beams his signature whitened smile before tossing in the remains of his Oreo.

"Could you two possibly tone it down just a bit? Some of us take real classes," Lena scowls at us both before turning back towards her homework. She's sitting at her desk writing furiously on a piece of lined paper.

"Oh shut up Lena! You know you'd join our conversation if you weren't stuck with Cave Man for English!" Jared chucks an Oreo across the room, hitting Lena squarely in the back of the head. We both burst out laughing as she spins in her chair and grabs the cookie off the ground, throwing it back at Jared.

"It's not my fault I take classes that challenge me. Unlike some people," she says before turning back towards her papers. "Besides, everyone knows Harry is single and waiting for me."

"Oh shut up! Lena you can't have him! I already called dibs!" Jared pouts dramatically and faints on the bed, landing across my legs.

"Hey idiot! Get off!" I grunt at him and attempt to push him off. Even for someone as thin as Jared he was in no way moving from my attempts.

Jared stares up at me and crinkles his nose. "Gross Lilah. You should clean your nose before you let people look up it."

I gasp and smack his arm. "Jared! Shut up!"

"Could you two PLEASE think of another phrase besides 'shut up'?!" Lena says annoyed.

Usually she isn't as mean as tonight but she probably has something important due tomorrow. She always gets so worked up the night before a huge test or assignment. Lena is the smartest girl I know. She takes all these advanced classes just to challenge herself. I honestly don't know how she does it. I can hardly multiply five times eighteen without the use of a calculator. Of course, having Lena as your best friend does have it's upsides.

The loud rattle of my phone vibrating on the small nightstand beside my bed has Jared jumping out his skin. "Wimp," I tease him.

"Oh shut up Lilah. Your phone is a demon I'm telling you."

"Jared that's ridiculous," Lena sighs from the desk, shaking her head.

Jared just rolls his eyes before sitting up, allowing me to crawl over to grab my phone.

@NiallOfficial Hitting the sheets! Night guys! Love ya.

I squeal and rapidly type back a reply. "Ooooo what'd they say?!" Jared scoots closer to me and peeks over my shoulder. "Oh Niall's so cute. I might have to marry him instead of Harry."

"Oh shut up-"

"Ahem," Lena coughs and I glance over at her.

I sigh. "Sorry Lena," I turn back towards Jared and bump him with my shoulder. "You've changed who you're going to marry three times in this past week!"

Jared sighs dreamily and falls back into the bed. "That's because they're all so perfect!" He beams at the ceiling and pats the space beside him. I lay down and stare up at my ceiling as well.

"Wouldn't it be cool if I put posters up on my ceiling like Hannah did?"

"Hannah? As in Forever Yours, Hannah?" Jared asks.

"Yeah, the one where she meets Harry in the supermarket."

Jared laughs and rolls over to face me. His blonde hair he's been growing out falls into his blue eyes and he blows at it. "Who would ever meet One Direction in a supermarket?!"

"Hey! It could happen. Besides, that fanfic alone got about four million views."

"Four million?!" Jared gasps and stares at me with wide eyes. "Really? Last I checked it was like three."

"Don't forget Jared, the majority of the female population have no lives of their own," Lena says and I stick my tongue out at her. "Just look at Lilah. She spends every minute of her life obsessing over those boys."

It's true. I spend practically every waking moment on the boys. But hey, it's worth it. I have over two million followers on twitter, close to a million on Instagram, and my wattpad has close to a billion reads and a million fans. Of course the expectations of updating every single account frequently gets tiring and I don't always please everyone, but I have no shame in what I dedicate my time towards. My thirty-six fanfics, twitter, and instagram accounts are the most talked about and followed in the Directioner world. I'm pretty damn impressed with my work. Especially at my age of eighteen.

"Lilah! Hey! Your phones ringing. Are you going to answer it or not?" Jared pinches my arm, bringing me out of my thoughts and I shove him off my bed, sending him onto my dorm room floor. Lena cracks up with laughter as Jared glares at me, springing to his feet and wiping away the dirt. "This is new you know!"

"You're washable," I stick my tongue out at Jared who starts searching for a lint roller. "Oh shit!" I remember the phone in my hand that's buzzing uncontrollably. I glance down at the blocked number. That's weird.

"Are you going to answer it or not Lilah? It's giving me a headache."

"Okay okay," I scowl at the back of Lena's head and hit accept on my phone. "Hello?"

"Yes, Delilah Mckinley?" A man's voice asks.

"Uh...yeah?" I answer. Who was this?

"Yes hi. I'm calling on behalf of One Directi-"

I drop the phone. Lena looks over at me and I can feel my breathing increase as I stare at her with wide eyes.

"What's wrong? Who is that?" Jared walks back over to me and I look at him with my mouth wide open.

I can't answer him. One Direction? One Direction? ONE DIRECTION?!

"For god's sake Lilah," Jared grabs my phone and holds it to his ear. "Hello?"

Lena watches us and slowly walks over to us. I still can't form anything to say. One Direction?! One fucking Direction?!

"No she's kind of...Oh. I see...No...Wait yes. WHAT?!" Jared shrieks and drops the phone as well. He falls onto Lena's bed across from mine.

I snatch up my phone before Lena can grab it. "Hello? Sorry," I say.

"Oh it's fine. I'm used to that reaction." I freeze. I know that voice. That slow voice. Harry. Fucking. Styles.

"Good one Hazz. I think you killed her!" Louis scolds in the background and I hear a series of apologies. I think I'm going to die. This is every fanfiction writer's dream.

"Hello?" Harry asks hesitantly.

"Maybe if you speak faster she won't react like that," Liam's voice joins in and I stare at Lena with wide eyes. She's looking at me like I'm crazy. And goddamnit I am. I must be.

Lena smacks my arm and motions for me to start taking. "Sorry I was...distracted."

"Oh you can say it babe, you're speechless."

LIAM PAYNE CALLED ME BABE. HE CALLED ME BABE. Ohmygod...I could die now.

"No it's cool. I just have my two best friends doing something stupid," I try to play it off. In my fanfictions, the majority of girls play off meeting the boys like it's no big deal. Yeah, I'll take that approach as well.

"Alright well we have all been reading some of your work-"

"They're called fanfiction Harry. Use the term," Louis interrupts.

Oh god. They've been reading my fanfics. I mentally race through the stories I've written, trying to think back on anything I'd hate for them to read.

"Don't worry, we've read worse case scenarios," Liam chuckles and I blush as if he was reading my mind. Oh god I was turning into my fanfic.

"The point is that our manager wants us to have a movie. Through much decision, we've chosen you to write it and direct it..."

I'm sure Harry was just rambling about details now but I was too busy doing mental cartwheels to pay close attention. I can hardly think as I realize what they're asking of me. I had no idea this would ever happen when I started writing my first fanfiction a couple years ago. Who could predict that it would all blow up like this?! I never imagined that my life could be one of my fanfictions.

A couple minutes later they told me they'd keep in touch and after their tour they were coming to start filming. Since UCLA was a major theater school, they'd stay here for the process of filming. I couldn't breathe by the end of the conversation and even as they hung up, I kept the phone to my ear.

"What the hell just happened?" I ask outloud.

"I don't know," Jared said in the same breathless tone as me.

"One Direction read my fanfics."

"And they want you to write them a movie."

"And direct it."

"Oh my god."

Jared, Lena, and I all stare at eachother trying to hold everything together. Jared suddenly squeals, setting both Lena and I off as well. Soon enough we're all bouncing on my bed screaming at the top of our lungs.

I never saw this day coming. The first thing I did? Send out a new tweet, squealing and screaming as soon as the boys retweeted it.

And so my real life fanfiction begins.

**A/N**

Oh the irony. It's too much XD

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