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?


5. Up all night

Katie's P.O.V

I could hear her laughing from upstairs. It made me smile. She was finally happy, someone other than myself made her happy. I could hear them flirting. She'd deny it if I asked her about it. The boys were mucking around, running up and down the stairs with the boxes, I had to shout at them a few times. I didn't want them to break my stuff.

Sudden Frankie and Zayn were standing in front of me.

"Kitchen's done," She said with a beaming smile on her face. I nodded, then looked down at the boxes on the floor. She glanced down where I was looking.

"Are these all mine?" She asked. I nodded. She grabbed one and started walking towards her bedroom door.

"You gunna help her?" I asked Zayn who was just standing there. He nodded, picked up a box and followed Frankie. 


Zayn's P.O.V


After we carried all the boxes into her room, I helped her unpack them. I felt like I was intruding in her personal things, but she asked me to help. Again she piled everything in groups, it was sort of an OCD thing, but it was cute. 

"So how long have you wanted to be a singer?" She suddenly asked me as she took a photo over to her bedside table. As I thought, I looked at it. It was of herself and Katie, a bit younger, they were at a club by the looks of it. They both looked stunning.

"About five years," I finally answered her. "I was thirteen when I found out that I could sing, and at fourteen I decided I loved singing so much that I wanted to do it for the rest of my life, I wanted to entertain people," I carried on. She smiled, taking in my story. 

"So what do you do, or what do you want to do?" I asked her. I placed another photo down on a shelf. Then turned round.

"Well I've always wanted to be an interior designer. I was offered a job about three weeks ago, I took it and I started on Wednesday. It's great I love it," She told me, she was smiling, I could tell she was finally happy about it, her face lit up when she said it. We were in silence for a while as I passed her things and she placed them where she wanted them to sit. I could see why she wanted to an interior designer, She was fantastic. Her room looked phenomenal. As she placed the last photo down, she stood to the side of the room and took everything in, smiling in satisfaction, she nodded. 

"It looks amazing," I admitted, turning to her.

"Thanks," She said looking at me. She was amazing. Beautiful, talented, smart, courageous, and just fantastic.  

I looked at the clock. It was already half past nine. We hadn't even eaten- not that I was hungry. She followed my eyes, looking at the clock. 

"Wow, is that really the time,"She asked. I laughed. She wondered out of her room, signalling for me to follow her. 

"Katie, it's half nine, we need to get some food!" She shouted, not knowing where Katie was. The boys appeared out of nowhere. 

"Did someone say food?" They chorused. She laughed.

"Are you hungry?" She asked them. They all nodded, smiling. 


Frankie's P.O.V 


I knew they would be hungry. So I ordered pizza. Zayn and I helped them finish unpacking until the pizza arrived. It was fun having the boys there. We sat and ate pizza for a while, forgetting about the packing, talking about music and movies. We got on so well. I didn't talk as much as Katie did, but I was still scared of all this. I caught Zayn staring at me a couple of times. After we finished pizza we sat and watched a movie, then another, then another. 

"Wow," I said looking at the time, "We've been up all night," I carried on. It was half past four, we hadn't slept and hadn't stopped talking. I can't say I didn't enjoy having them there- I did. They helped me understand that I needed to move on. Maybe this was the beginning of a new start for me.  Time to rebuild my life and start again. 



We're smiling but we're close to tears 


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