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


7. Fallen In Love.


Those bloody arses, not knowing who I was. I thought they'd recognize me even with my blue hair. Apparently not.

Being called hipster, I don't really call that an insult. It's fun, it's like trendsetting in your own little way. And right now, in my maxi skirt and rose crop top bralet, John Lennon glasses and wedged combat boots, you'd really think I'd be a hipster, but I'm just setting my own trend.

I may have looked different, but even the paparazzi recognized me as easy as a snap. Better than the boys, I say. Yes, I said boys, not men. They are most likely never to be called men, as they are childish and immature. Unlike me, but I do have my childish moments, I just don't like to show it in front of them anymore.

"Selena?" I mumbled quietly as we walked down the pavement of the park, on the way to Château Marmont.

"Yes, Meghan?" she asked,

"Do you really think I should forgive them?" I said,

"Well, it's up to you. Listen to your heart, it always has the best answer," she answered,

"Okay," I said as we walked in,

"Table for two, ma'am?" the hostess, whose name was Yule, which was weird considering that was an emotion during Christmas time, asked me,

"Yes, Yule," I said,

She led us to the table in the small Château, it was small, compared to other château's, but very famous than the others.

"Good afternoon, I am Ahley, I will be your server today," the waitress, whose name was Ahley, said, "I will be back when you are ready to order, please just use the buzzer," she said, pointing over to a black circle attached to the table,

"Good afternoon Ahley, and yes, we will order soon, thank you." Selena said,

"Hey, why don't we invite over Treanna and Claire?" I asked,

"Sure, call them over for me, I think they've changed their numbers," she answered,

"Okay, give me a minute," I said, taking out the white iPhone wrapped in its red 'PAINT THE TOWN RED' case,

"Hello?", a voice answered, clearly Treanna's,

"Hi, Treanna! Meet me and Selena over at Château Marmont in five, okay?" I said,

"Yes, of course!" she exclaimed,

Within minutes of giving our orders to Ahley, we found Claire and Treanna strolling into the restaurant.

But they.. looked different.

They had dip dyed hair, Treanna's being purple and blue, Claire's being blonde, as she had red hair and nothing really matched red hair besides blonde.

I didn't really think the boys would come off as easily as that, becausethey walked in right after the girls did. But I doubt they actually came with the girls.

Hushed murmurs and tones were heard from the silence of the room, fangirling can be overheard from the girls who were, apparently, having their so-called 'peaceful' lunch.

But come on, they're nothing to fangirl about. They're regular guys, but, I made a huge mistake.

"WAIT! If One Direction is here, then Meghan must be too!" A girl exclaimed,


Now I am utterly recognizable, I had removed my John Lennon glasses, trust me, no matter how much I changed my hair or anything else, my fans always recognized face and grey eyes and height. No matter how much I changed anything, they recognized me.

Some girls were searching frantically for me in such a fancy restaurant, who would have guessed?

Luckily we were sat in a booth by the far end corner of the room. I slid on my John Lennon glasses quickly, which covered up my eyes.

But that was it. I thought I had gone far enough until a girl screamed that she found me. Right. Next. To. Me.

"Please, please don't." I mumbled,

"Go with it," Claire said,

"Fine," I sighed,

I stood up quickly, and walked over to where the boys were, hugging each of them quickly, just enough for the fans to see that I actually hugged them,

They had looks of shock on their faces, the fans. Especially the boys, I had to put up this act that I didn't want to do, pretend to be their friends in public, I mean.

Then, there was what most people expected.

For me to date one of the boys.

But why would I do that? I didn't want to, because I didn't want to.

That's all I have to say.

But then maybe, just maybe, I'm already falling for one of them. Even though I just forgave them, then got mad at them once again.

Meghan Flack is officially, starting, just starting, to fall in love.

With who? I'm not telling, just yet.

So here I am, Meghan Flack, falling in love,

That's it.

Over and out.

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