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?


3. the offer

Zayn's P.O.V


She was light, it was like carrying a cloud. Her hair was beautiful, brown with subtle blonde highlights, it was wavy and shaped her face. Her eyes were dark like mine, but hers seemed to hold many secrets. 

"Where should I put her?" I asked Katie as we walked into their new house. She looked around quickly. 

"I guess you should just put her on the sofa," She said pointing at the living room, where the sofa sat. I walked into the living room, and carefully lowered her onto the sofa. I looked at her for a moment. She was beautiful, so still and quiet. Her skin flawless and a natural golden colour. 

"Oh, shit," I heard Liam say. He was standing at the window, looking out. I walked over to his side. Peering out the window, wondering what he saw. It wasn't hard to miss. Outside was a huge mob of One Direction fans. Great. Katie came running in. 

"What's wrong," She asked. We pointed at the window. She looked out. Turning back, she looked guilty. 

"What are you going to do?" She asked. Liam and I looked at each other. 

"We'll have to talk to the others about it before we make a decision," Liam said. 


Katie's P.O.V


I felt so bad. If it wasn't for that stupid girl knocking Frankie out, we wouldn't have this problem. I sat next to her on the sofa. She looked so small lying there curled up. I was thinking so much about how I could help sort the problem out that I didn't notice Frankie wake up. She sat up, startling me. She looked confused. Looking round the room, she sudden froze when she looked at the window. The boys were standing there having a conversation.

"What.. Why..How?" She asked.

"Ha, you got knocked out by one of their fans, so they brought us home, and know theirs a massive group of One Direction fans outside our house," I whispered to her. It obviously wasn't quiet enough as the boys realized I was talked and looked round. Their faces lit up when they noticed that Frankie was awake and looking better then she did. They walked over, and gathered round the sofa. 

"Hi Frankie," They chorused. She looked at me, I nodded. 

"Hi," She answered them. "I'm really sorry about this, you know you didn't have bring us home, I'm sure I would have been fine there," She said. I can't believe she just said that. She hated any help that she was offered, she didn't trust anyone anymore. 

"Frankie, it's been forty five minutes since you got knocked out and you've only just woken up, and when you did come round when it first happened, you fell over when you tried to get up," Harry told her. Her face was stunned. You could see she was shocked.

"Oh, sorry, and thank you," She said. the boys smiled. 

"I think you guys need to carry on talking about what your going to do," I interrupted. They nodded and turned back to the window and started their conversation again. I turned round the Frankie who was now looking back to normal. I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the kitchen. 

"They can't leave," I said, "There's too many girls out there, it's like mayhem," I said to her.

"And what you do suppose we do, let them say here the night," Frankie said sarcastically.

"That's a great idea," I said.

"I was only joking about that," She confirmed her sarcasm.

"It's the least we can do, they brought you home and pretty much protected you from any more attacks from any more one direction fans, come on," I said. 

"Fine," She answered. We walked back into the living room where they were still in deep thought. I coughed to get their attention. They looked round. 

"Frankie and I talked and we thought that you could stay here until your fans have left," I said nervously.

They looked at each other. 


Trying to make it work but man these times are hard


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