Fate (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Warning: This story may contain many harsh scenes and curse/swear words.

Meghan. Officially 18 years old. Dip-dyed brown hair.
I have something to say now, just a few words, and I think it can describe my horrible life story.

X Factor. One Direction. Best Friends. Caroline Flack. Betrayal. Love.
Those ten words will help you through my story.
The story, I will never regret telling to everyone, because this story? Its worth hearing, at least I think.
I hope you understand where I'm coming from, because if you don't, then stop listening.
Why did I mention Caroline Flack? She's my mother.
Meaning me? I'm Meghan Flack, her daughter. I was second placer in the X Factor, the same year One Direction was on it. They were my best friends until my mother had to ruin our relationship and they betrayed me saying the worst things, until one day, I bump into them, and I keep up my hatred for them. But there's a thin line in between love and hate. Will I be able to keep myself on the side of hatre

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1. Introductions and Unexpected Surprises

 

Hi. I’m Meghan. I’m 17, almost 18. I have grey eyes and dip-dyed hair. The bottom being blonde and the top being brown.

Wow, I sound vain right now.

I’m average height at 5'7.

I love high-heels and I feel more comfortable in dresses than jeans, although I still like jeans.

I wear black glasses, but usually I’m wearing transparent contacts. Never colored.

I love my family. Although my mum has gotten a lot of hate, her being called a bitch and a cougar. Which is kind of true.

I’ve gone through a lot. And there are some things you can’t even imagine.

First, I don’t know who my dad is.

Second, my mum was 15 when she gave birth to me. 15.

Third, I look nothing like her, except for my eyes and cheekbones. We have the same dip-dyed hair too. But besides that, we look nothing alike.

Fourth, she dated Harry Styles from One Direction. Her not me.

Lastly, my mum is Caroline Flack.

Meaning me? I’m Meghan Flack, her daughter.

 

 

 

I stood up from my seat.

“Meghan Flack!” the emcee called once more,

I ran up the stage, in my Doc Marten combat boots, shorts and loose black top.

I grabbed ahold of the mic, my fingers gripping on my guitar, and started singing to Lights by Ellie Goulding.

“I had a way then

Losing it all on my own

I had a heart then

But the queen has been overthrown

And I’m not sleeping now

The dark is too hard to beat,

And I’m not keeping up,

The strength I need to push me,” I started off,

 

 

“You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine them when I’m alone

And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong

And dreaming when they’re gone

Cuz they’re calling, calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling me home

You show the lights that stop to turn to stone

You shine them when I’m alone.

Home, home.” I finished the song, as gracefully as I could.

 

The small crowd in Marmalade’s café stood up and applauded me.

 

“Thank you all,” I said,

“Now Meghan, please tell us a little about yourself. You’re obviously a great singer, and I believe some record managers are out there in the crowd.” The emcee, Khloe said.

“I’m Meghan Flack, 17 years old. I love to sing and play guitar, it’s my passion actually. That’s pretty much it. Unless you count the fact that Caroline Flack is my mother,” I answered honestly,

Half the girl teenagers in the crowd gasped,

I heard muffled voices and unnoticeable whispers through half the crowd.

“Thank you, I’m leaving now.” I said, quietly walking off of the stage,

I walked outside and got into a cab.

 

I ran straight into my room. Luckily, my mother wasn’t there, meaning she wouldn’t ask me why I was crying but at the same time had a smile on my face.

I flopped down on my bed, guitar still in hand. I sat up and started to strum lightly,

But then I stopped and was suddenly hungry, but no food was stocked in the fridge.

I grabbed my sling bag, gripping on it tightly as it slung across my shoulder.

Running out of the heated home, the ice-cold air of London hit my body.

I ran and ran over to a café called Bluebird.

“Hello, I’m Karen. Will you be performing today?” a short girl came up to me and asked,

Then it hit me, I was still gripping onto my acoustic.

“Um.. yeah sure.” I said,

“Please go up the stage now.. um..” she stuttered,

“Meghan,” I answered,

“Thank you Meghan. Please go up the stage now,” she said,

 

I walked up the stage and sat on the stool, starting to slowly strum the guitar.

“Hi, I’m Meghan and I’ll be singing Payphone by Maroon 5.” I said,

“I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two? Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember The people we used to be It's even harder to picture That you're not here next to me You say it's too late to make it But is it too late to try? And in our time that you wasted All of our bridges burned down,” I sang,

 

“I've wasted my nights You turned out the lights Now I'm paralyzed Still stuck in that time when we called it love But even the sun sets in paradise I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two? If happy ever after did exist I would still be holding you like this All those fairytales are full of shit One more stupid love song I'll be sick You turned your back on tomorrow Cause you forgot yesterday I gave you my love to borrow But just gave it away You can't expect me to be fine I don't expect you to care I know I've said it before But all of our bridges burned down I've wasted my nights You turned out the lights Now I'm paralyzed Still stuck in that time when we called it love But even the sun sets in paradise I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two? If happy ever after did exist I would still be holding you like this All those fairytales are full of shit One more stupid love song I'll be sick Now I'm at a payphone...” I finished,

Like Marmalade Café, half the crowd stood up, and I saw faces I didn’t want to see.

One Direction were standing up and clapping for me.

Oh god no.

The last time I saw them, they screamed at me.

Screaming the worst words at me. They were meant mostly for Caroline, my mother. But some of them were for me,

**FLASHBACK**

I stood there, tears streaming down my cheeks continuously,

My straightened brown hair falling over my shoulders, grey eyes dull and boring.

“You’re mother is such a cougar, do you know what she did to our reputation?!” Harry shouted at me,

“Yeah, and you, you’re obviously just a bitch.” Louis continued,

“Just go away,” Zayn said,

“You’re nothing.” Liam said,

“What’re you still doing here?! Go away!” Niall said,

I ran away crying, sobbing actually.

**End of Flashback**

Ever since that moment, I’ve recovered. I used to straighten my brown waves, but now I just keep them naturally wavy, sometimes curly even.  I’ve dyed half my hair and my used-to-be dull grey eyes were now full of life, storm grey and once again, looking powerful.

I was only 17, although 18 in a few days.

I wanted to run away, right now.

“Thank you,” I said.

I started to quickly walk away from the stage and run out of the café before a hand was put on my shoulder.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Who was this behind me?

I quickly spun on my heels, my hair that reached just above my stomach flipping to my back.

I gasped.

God, why did they have to be here?

Why did I have to go to Bluebird of all places?

Last question, why did THEY have to go to Bluebird of all places?

“Hello Meghan, its nice to see you again.” Harry said, partly smirking.

And that second, that very second, I threw his hand off of my shoulder and ran as fast as I can. Far away.

 

 

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE-

Hi! I'm new on movella, but this story is also on my Wattpad and I just thought that I should share it with the Movella readers! I hope you guys like this as much as the people on Wattpad like it too! (laurenashleey12- wattpad

So, how was the first chapter? I'll be updating on Movella the same days that I update on Wattpad so.. yeah.

Oh, and there are some (by that I mean a lot) of swear/curse words in this story, only because it fits into the plot. Anyways, I hope I'd be able to post my other Wattpad stories here soon too! See you all really soon!

 

Lots of Love

Lauren Sason xx

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