Rachel Stanford thought of herself of One Directions biggest fan. Then she meets them and her life drastically changes. Is she truly living the dream or will reality come back and hit her with a bang?


10. Ditched.

oh my god i am such a bitch. im sooooooooo sorry. like so so so sorry. i havent added a chapter in like 135728460998 years. and im a bitch. my laptop broke,but even when it was working i neglected you lot. right now im using my ancient computer from 2003,so it's taking a while. this is all i have, i would've added more but i needed you to know i havent ditched you! (like niall did,read on;) ) please dont hate me,love from your fellow directioner:*

It was a thirty minute drive, most of which was taken up with us talking about our favorite bands. The conclusion was that I have an amazing taste in music and he doesn't. He liked the One Direction part though.

We pulled up at a posh looking set of apartment buildings and Niall helped me out. He kept pace with me, remembering I didn't have my crutches and was trying to limp at a reasonable pace. The reception area of the building was really modern. All light grey's and royal blue with sparkly black counter tops. His mate's apartment was on the top floor, unfortunately, and there was a queue for the lifts which, by the looks of it, they were all going to the party. And I was really under-dressed. Two girls flicked their hair and glared at me as we walked past. Niall looked at them and they winked and blew him mocking kisses, then motioned him to come over. He glanced at me.

"They're good friends, we can wait for the lift with them," He smiled.

I smiled back. At least we'd get in the lift sooner, they were second from the front of the line. We walked over to them and he gave them friendly hugs.

"This is Rachel," Niall grinned.

"Tiffany," The prettiest girl said with a glamour model smile. Tiffany had bleach blonde hair that came just below her shoulders. Well, that was its length right now. It had been curled into thick bouncy curls that framed her pretty face. She had long eyelashes that just brushed underneath her perfectly plucked eyebrows and circled her puppy dog brown eyes. And she was wearing a figure hugging black dress that sparkled in the light. It brought out her perfect shade tan. All she had to do was click her fingers and any boy would come running. Jealous? Hell yeah. 

"Hi," I smiled back politely after I made my quick mental profile of her. Her friend was pretty too, but not as obviously as Tiffany. Tiffany probably meant for it to be that way so she got the fittest boy when they were out together. They were both wearing black, just in merely different styles. Tiffany's had cut outs in the side that showed way too much skin, but made up for it with length which came just above her knees. Her friend's, who was yet to mention her name, came halfway down her thighs but was neck high. It was backless though. Their heels made them about Niall's height, leaving me the shortest.

"Jennifer," Tiffany's no long unnamed friend smiled regally. A trip I took to Kensington when I was fifteen suddenly sprang to mind. I went with the school and we stayed at a girls sorority house, only girls came on the trip. They all had their own cars, that they couldn't drive, and maids trailing after them. They were really stuck up too.

"Hey," I smiled back again. Tiffany exchanged glances with Jennifer then looked at Niall who stared ahead. The lift doors slid open mercilessly and we crammed in with about five other people. People were still trying to get in when it was packed and someone, who was already drunk, rammed into the lift with a jolt and I was thrown into the middle of the mass of people. They caught me and I didn't fall, thankfully, and Niall slid an arm around my waist and pulled me against him.

"Thanks," I looked up at him and whispered. He smiled down at me and held onto me the entire journey up to the apartment. When the doors slid open, I stood there, stunned, whilst everyone else poured out and headed towards the bar. He had his own bar In his house. Niall laughed and took my hand and towed me out to were the boys were. They were sitting on the corner sofa in the dim living room. Bright, neon lights beamed out around the room from where the DJ was playing. 

"Do you want a drink?" Niall asked me. The boys already had drinks in their hands.

"Um no thanks," I said hurriedly, flashing back to last night. I tried and failed not to glance at Harry and blushed and looked away quickly.

"Okay, but I'm getting one," He frowned and walked over to the bar. His 'friends' joined him and Tiffany stroked his arm. Niall laughed and held her at arms lenght to look at her then ran his hands down her body. My mouth gaped open. What was happening? I looked away quickly in case he looked in my direction and saw the hurt on my face. I studied the skyline that was visible from the walls made of glass. I wandered over and stared out.

This was what I always did. When something happened, I daydreamed or got smashed. Just like when dad died. He would've laughed at me and called me soppy. But I missed him. I yearned for my protecter, my biggest fan, the one who always believed I could make a life for myself, by myself. I remember marching into the kitchen one morning when I was thirteen and announcing my life plan. I planned to move out when I was eighteen and go to a good college or university, meet someone there, get a job as a history teacher, get engaged, get married, and have a baby. It seemed perfect. Then he got cancer, and everything changed. He wasn't there to remind me of my plan anymore. He wasn't there to take a dig at me every now and then. He wasn't there, period. Mum cried, but she kept going. She kept making us dinner and making Lily, my sister, packed lunches. She went to work and said she was fine and smiled. I couldn't smile. I couldn't do anything. When the hospital called that morning, I froze. I didn't understand how someone could be there one day, then be gone the next. And worst of all, I wasn't there. There was no tearful goodbye, no 'I love you' 's, nothing. He died alone, and scared. I cried for weeks. I wouldn't go to school, I wouldn't eat meals, I'd just cried. I'd felt so much guilt and sadness my body couldn't take it. I went back to school six months later, barely human, and carried on. And it still hurt, somewhere inside.  

When Harry tapped my shoulder, I jumped.

"Don't do that!" I giggled, hitting him on the shoulder.

He held his hands up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Sure," I rolled my eyes.

Harry grinned and pushed a cold beer bottle into my hand, the top already off.

"No, I don't-"

"Rachel. It's a party. Please?" He pouted.

I took a swig from the bottle. "Happy?"

"Yep," Harry grinned and pulled me over to where everyone was dancing. It was louder over here and I had to shout my protests.

"You want me to drink and dance?! I can't multi-task!" I shouted over the thudding music.

"Down it!" He shouted back.

"No way!" I replied. Harry suddenly locked his arms around my waist like a vice.

"I'm not letting you go until you down it," He shouted, a grin spreading widley across his face.

"Harry, let me go!" I half shouted, half laughed.

He shook his head childishly. I frowned, then took a deep breath and tip the bottle into my mouth. Harry kept holding me until every last drop was gone. He took the bottle from me once I finished and put it next to the speakers,  then came back and grabbed me in a tango pose.

"Ready to dance," He said, wigglying his eyebrows. I laughed and let him attempt to ballroom dance with me until there was barely enough room to move our elbows. The rest of the boys, and Tiffany, joined us and we danced for ages. But the music suddenly stopped in the middle of some really cheesey club music. A delicate, snooty voice boomed around the room.

"Okay, I know this isn't my party, but I have a song request," Tiffany announced. "I think you all know my good friends, One Direction?"

An unenthusiastic 'woo' answered her.

"Well anyway," Tiffany frowned. "They're recently released song is adorable and I just have to hear it. Couple up!" She grinned then sipped her champagne.

The first guitar notes of 'Little Things' began playing and people started putting their arms around their partners. I shrugged and started limping towards the bar for another beer, humming the song. Harry stopped me by stepping in front of me. He held out a hand.

"Please? Would be a bit embarressing if I was the only one without someone to 'sway' with," He grinned.

"Liam's not 'swaying'," I pointed out. "Look-" I started to gesture towards where he was sitting with some friends when Harry caught my wrist. He let go then caught my hand and interlinked our fingers. I stared numbly at our hands.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

I nodded and let him lead me to where everyone was 'swaying' as he called it. He put my hand on his neck, then the other, and slipped his round my waist. Then we started to sway. And it felt nice, peaceful even. After a while I rested my head on his chest, I'm short ok, and closed my eyes. The lyrics were so beautiful, Ed Sheeran is an amazing songwriter.

Harry rested his head on the crook of my neck and started whispering the lyrics to me, his hot breath warmed my spine. I almost cried, almost, it was so sweet. If he was my boyfriend he'd be... Nevermind. He isn't and he'll never be, he's Harry Styles. The song ended, unfortunately, and I found myself practically asleep. But then Harry kissed my neck, and that definitely woke me up. My eyes flew open and my arms slipped from his neck. I turned to face him and bit my lip.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," He smiled sweetly.

"It's okay," I replied and moved his arms from my waist. He frowned but I pretended not to notice and went to the bar to get a drink. After I'd ordered, Niall came up behind me and pinched my waist. I squealed and he laughed and stood next to me.

"If you like Harry, go for it. I think he likes you," He smiled.

"Like a friend?" I asked. The bartender slid the vodka and coke I ordered over to me and I smiled gratefully, taking a sip.

"Haha. You know what I mean," Niall replied, hip bumping me. It felt different between us. I turned to look at him and frowned. There was no over-whelming magnetic field anymore. Just a twinge. But it wasn't enough. I looked away and findled with the straw.

"So, what's going on with you and Tiffany? It's obvious she wants a piece of you," I inquired, trying to sound jokey about it, like he had.

"She's fit, bit stuck up though if you ask me. Not my type," He shrugged.

"Then who is your type?" I frowned.

"I don't know, someone like you maybe..." He trailed off. I faced him again.

"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Niall frowned.

"You ditched me for her as soon as we walked in!"

"I didn't, I was getting drinks," He laughed. Boys.

"Really? I didn't know feeling someone up was classed as 'getting drinks'?" I said sarcastically.

"Why are you so worked up?"

"I'm worked up because I thought we were... that we had something. You're confusing me and it's annoying."

"Me too, and I was going to asked you to dance before I saw Harry all over you force feeding you beer. Make up your mind already, me or him."

"He wasn't all over me, he was having a laugh," I said bluntly before picking up my drink and walking over to where Harry, Zayn, Louis and Liam were sitting. "I think I'm going to go, I need to catch up on course work and stuff."

Liam held his arms out and I rolled my eyes and gave him a hug. "We're okay," He whispered."

"Good, I'm not good at being disliked by my favorite people in the world," I whispered back.

I gave Louis a kiss on the cheek and high fived Zayn. When it came it Harry I awkwardly hugged him.

"I'll text you," He whispered. I smiled when we finsihed hugging then down my drink and gave them all a wave. I passed Niall on the way to the lift.

"I'm not choosing." I smiled acidly before getting in the lift, best and worse party ever. More the worst because my heart felt hollow and bruised.

I did not take being ditched well.


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