Turn for the better

After Frankie and Katie move to London with their boyfriends, at the age of sixteen, the boys decide to make a run for it- not being able to cope with all the pressure of living and working in the big city. After surviving 6 months without them and finally turning 18 the two girls have a turn for the better when they meet a group of well known, well loved lads. Due to being now completely independent, Frankie tries to reject the boys help, and the boys themselves, but she soon realizes that she needs the help. Has she lost the chance of getting some support? Has she lost the chance of finally falling in love again? And is she keeping a secret from everyone?


2. The meet


Frankie's P.O.V


Six months later, by this time we were both eighteen, we were dealing with the situation perfectly fine. We’d grown to London; it was now in actual fact our home. I hadn’t talked to my family in two years, they hadn’t spoken to me.

It was a weekend. Katie and I had the weekends off, so we always enjoyed walking round the shops, and just exploring the city, even if we did know it very well. So that’s exactly what we were doing, ‘exploring’. It was about midday, we’d been in all the shops already and was just walking around, the sun beating down over us. We rounded the corner.

“Why are there so many people?” Katie asked, stopping as they were queued all the way back to the corner.

“I don’t know but we’re carrying on,” I said starting to push my way through the crowd. Girls glared at us as we walked through them. I noticed that. That nearly everyone standing there were teenage girls, some even my age. As we got closer to the entrance of the building, which was a hotel, the group became even more tightly packed. Girls kept glaring and giving dirty looks, I didn’t understand why. As I got to the front of the mob of girls one of them turned round and started having a go at me.

“And what give you the right to be the one that pushes from behind just to get up close to them,” I had no idea what she was talking about but she was massive for a young girl. The next thing I knew I saw her fist come flying towards my face.


“Frankie…. Frankie,” I heard someone calling my name. I opened my eyes. Above me stood Katie. I was lying on the floor my head hurt, I squirmed in pain.

“Is she alright,” I heard a male voice.

“I think so, I’m not sure,” Katie said, and then all of a sudden five more faces appeared. Standing above me was One Direction. I tried to get up, but only fell back down.

“I think we should take her home,” one of them said, I couldn’t tell which one my sight was blurry.

All of a sudden I was floating. How was I floating? Now I was moving, towards the bands car. What the hell is going on? I looked to my side and to my surprise I saw his face. The most beautiful face in the world. He had dark hair that stood on his head in a way that shaped it, his skin was tanned and his eyes, dark brown, full of mystery. I looked into his eyes, he was looking down at me, and I must have looked drunk as I smiled at him because he gave a quick laugh. Then it went black.  


Katie's P.O.V


She's always the one that gets us into this kind of situation or in trouble I thought as I sat in the car with One direction. Always the one that manages to get us in awkward situations. I looked around the car, here I was with five hot guys. Why were they even helping us? They were famous, big, a well loved boy band and they were helping two eighteen year olds that they don't even know. 

"So where am I taking you two?" Louis, who was driving asked. I told him. He seemed so down to earth, they all did.

"We never caught your names back their," Harry said, breaking the silence and flicking his head to get his gorgeous curls out of his face. 

"I'm Katie," I said. "Oh yeah, and the one that's knocked out is Frankie," I said looking down at her, so still and quiet. Oh the few times she is ever like that, i thought to myself. The boys laughed, They really were down to earth.

I suddenly freaked out in my head. Our new house- it was a mess. We'd only moved in a few days ago, there was still boxes everywhere and the place was generally untidy. I had the image of the boys faces as they walked into our house. The look of disgust. I hope they wouldn't mind. 

I felt the car turning and knew that we were nearly home. I started to panic. Then there it was, our house sitting on the end of the road, the garden overgrown, and in general looking a bit worn. We turned into the drive and Louis turned the engine off. 

"Before we go in, I'm apologizing now for the state of the house, we've only just moved in a couple of days ago so there's still a lot of unpacking that we need to do," I said apologetically. 

"Don't worry about it," the boys chorused. We jumped out the car, Frankie lying still in Zayn's arms. I ran to the front door to open it. It was jammed- great. I tried pushing it. It didn't move. A pair of soft, toned arms and hands appeared at the door handle. 

"May I try?" Liam said. 

"Umm.. y-yeah," I stuttered. He moved me out the way, and then threw himself at the door. It opened.



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