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


8. Cougars and Young Boys.


After a very horrid lunch with them (the boys), I packed my things from Selena's and decided to head for home.


When I got home, there was a surprise waiting for me, my mother holding out a box. A wrapped box. It was tiny and wrapped elegantly in shining purple wrapper, with a sparkling green ribbon wrapped around it. She used my two favorite colors, and I loved it.


"Mum, you're here." I mumbled,


"I'm sorry I wasn't here for your birthday sweetie, but here, Belated Happy Birthday dear!" she said,


"Thank you," I said as I took the box and gently unwrapped it,


It was a turquoise box, and I opened it and gasped,


It was the Tiffany & Co. Oval Link bracelet made of 18 karat white gold, with Tiffany Notes Disc Charms, in 18 karat gold, spelling MEG in cursive letters around it, together with other charms like the Paloma Picasso Carnivale Sterling Silver Mask Charm, which symbolizes my love for art, beside the 'M'. Beside the 'G' was the Tiffany Ice Skate charm in sterling silver, symbolizing me as a figure skater from when I was 12 until I was 15.


"Mom, how did you get this?" I exclaimed,


"Your dad helped a little bit," she said,


"Dad... you talked to him?" 


"Yes, I did." she answered,


"Oh." I mumbled,


"Thank you mom, for this wonderful gift. I really love it. In fact, I'll wear it right now." I said, and strapped it on my left wrist. It wasn't that heavy, but still a little from the fact that most of it was gold.


Considering my mom wasn't always a bitch, I really loved this gift. It was beautiful, really. I was happy that she actually didn't forget about my birthday.


"Mom, I'll be going out in a bit," I called out before she walked into her room,


"Okay darling," she said,


I wonder what she was up to.


I changed into a loose grey batman shirt, purple skinny jeans, a curvy twist belt, crochet TOMS and my charm bracelet. I kept my makeup and hair the same because they were both perfectly fine.

I walked out my bedroom door, looking at myself from the full length mirror near the stairs, I looked okay, presentable enough.

Grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen, I slowly tooks sips, wondering what the noises outside were.

I called Treanna,

"Hello?" Treanna's voice asked,

"Hey, Tre-Tre!" I joked,

"Don't call me that, Meg-Meg!" she exclaimed,

"If you call me Meg-Meg, then I call you Tre-Tre!" I laughed,

"Fine." she huffed,

"Well, I think there's someone outside, but I'm not sure who it is," I said,

"Well, Harry just left us group mysteriously for somewhere." she noted,

"What if he's the one outside?" I questioned,

"Not sure, you should check." she said,

"Okay. Meet you in the mall, about 20 minutes?" I asked,

"Yeah, see you there!" 

"Bye!" I said,

"Bye!" she answered,

I tip-toed over to the door,

People were talking, and in hushed whispers, I’m not one to eavesdrop, but I did anyways,

“Caroline, why did you call?” a slow and husky voice said,

“Have you been hanging out with my daughter?” my mother asked the voice,

“Yes, why?” he asked,

“Nothing.” She answered,

Silence filled the air for a few seconds before I ran to get my bag, once I got it from my room, I ran down the stairs once again, and opened the door.

The door where I found my mother, Caroline Flack, and the curly-haired international popstar, Harry Styles, making out.






New chapter up soon 


Sorry for the short chappie by the way, next chapter will be long. I promise.

Okay, bye.



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