Happily
Ever
After?
Chapter 1. Part 1.
(One Direction Story.)
Now its four years later, and I'm going to downtown
Manchester to see the sights and get coffee with the boys.I
tenetatively touch the pink stripe in my hair, which was meant
for my bioligical mother's breast cancer. She still abused
me, emontionally. I only touched it when I was about to go
somewhere, it became a habit.I walked into the lobby, and Zayn
Malik met me by the door. I shivered as I walked into the crisp
mid-September air. Thank god I brought my leather jacket, It was
freezing. I was wearing my strapless coral dress, and black
gladaitors. Zayn took my arm, and led me outside, like a
gentlemen. We grinned at each other, and I did my impression of
those hoity-toity ladies on TV. Zayn starts skipping, and I join
him. We break down into giggles, and then I feel arms around me,
and I get lifted up onto my brother's, Louis Tomlinson's,
shoulder.
"SISTER!!" He screams, and lets me down, giving me a
hug. I hug him back. I haven't seen him in about a month. We
stop hugging, and look around. People were giving us creepy
looks. Lou giggles and looks at me.
"They probably think we're dating." He says, still
giggling like a four year old. I slap him lightly on the
face.
"They probably heard your scream and wondered what the poop
was wrong with you. I bet New Yorker's heard it." He
slaps me back,and I stick out my tongue.
"Girls, girls. Settle down." Harry walks over, a
mischevious grin on his face. Louis gives him a dirty look, and..
a seductive /one/. Harry gives one back, and I start laughing. A
lot. My sides ache, and I grab onto Louis for support. He eases
me up, and smiles.
"Coffffffffeeeeeeeeee" He says, making a mental face,
and skips to the cafè. We chase after him, but..
the fans beat us to it.
There were about 30 or something fans there, which was good,
because that wasn't a lot. Liam and Niall were already there,
singing arms and cd covers. Zayn, Harry, and Louis quickly
joined, and I stayed behind. I walked slowly into the
cafè, avoiding screaming fan girls and impatient voices,
like I was told. Too much drama, blah blah, my last name. Being
Daniella Tomlinson has some drawbacks. The boys finally come
back, brighteyed and smiling, like they usually are after they
see fans. We hop into a booth, and start to catch up, you know
the usual. My voice falter's when I see a girl by the
door.
"Be right back." I mutter, and walk up to the girl, and
give her a hug from behind. She turns around, obivously startled,
until she sees me.
Like? Love? Hate? Tell me.
Haha, 'what the poop' my new favorite catchphrase.
Okay, I was gonna post this, but witty didnt work. I was pretty
sure I killed my mouuse cause I hit refresh too much -.-And
then.. my stupid computer took it away as I submitted it again.
So I had to type it again. Ugh. Okay, part two will be up next.
It was too long.
