MY DAD SOLD ME TO ONE DIRECTION THE MORIYAMAS??? (NOT CLICKBAIT)
“Get up, Jean.”
I stared up at my dad with sleepy eyes, perplexed as he threw my meager belongings in a duffel bag, child-sized for my small hands. “What’s happening dad?” I said in French, because I was French.
“I had a debt to settle. They’re here.” I was so confused! Then again, what 5 year old would understand my strangely eloquent plight? When I walked out of my room, duffel bag clutched tightly… I saw them.
“One Direction?” I don’t know how I knew them, I was only 5. And I would soon find out I was wrong.








