The Direction Love Travels (Editing in process)

(A book based on the future 2016) Nichole Styles is on her way to her annual summer vacation spot to see her brother Harry and his Four friends. She has done this every summer since she was little. This year she brings her friend Bella Salvator with her for her 18th birthday and her 6th summer with the guys. She had been in love with Niall since the day she met him. Will she get to be with him? Or will her many secrets scare him away? Will she be able to live with her secrets, or will she tell them all? Bella falls in love with Harry.. And Louis..and both have a thing for her. Who will she choose and what will it cause? With secrets to keep hidden, decisions to be made and love to be expressed, This summer may just be the most interesting one yet.


4. Rude Awakenings

     The next morning, Nichole awoke with a massive hang over. In her condition, her headache only felt ten times worse. She stumbled out of bed as her stomach began to feel upset. She threw up in her bathroom toilet. She hacked up the alcohol violently. When she was done, she let out a sigh of relief, there was no blood. She flushed the toilet and undressed. She hopped into the shower.

    After doing her hair and brushing her teeth, Nichole slipped back into her pajamas. They were much more comfortable than anything else she had brought. She walked out of her room at the same time Niall walked out of his. He ran up behind her and gave her ass a squeeze. 

     "Morning mot." Niall smirked. 

     Nichole swatted his hand away and gave him an odd look. "You and your barmy Irish slang. What did you call me?" 

     NIall shook his head and waved it off. "Nothing."

     Nichole shrugged and followed Niall up to the kitchen. "So, what are you going to make for me?" She laughed. 

     NIall laughed. "Ha, you think I'm gonna cook for you? Funny twat you are." Nichole frowned playfully and gave him puppy eyes. "Naw, don't make that face! It ain't gonna work on me!" She continued to make the face. "Stop it! I am not making you a damned thing." 

     Nichole sighed and stood up walking to the cabinet. "Fine, fucking tosser." 

     Nial laughed. "Well you have to get off your lazy arse and make your own shit. You're an adult now!"

     "Mhm, want to tell Harry that too because I don't think he fully understands yet." Nichole said as she turned and looked at Niall.

     Niall put the milk down and looked at her. "Nichole, I, I would never... I wasn't gonna... Darlin I wouldn't have done anything with you last night. I've known you for so long, you're like my little sister. You're my best friend's baby sister. Nothing would ever happen between us. I mean, it wouldn't be right." That was hard for him to say. He watched her face fall. She nodded. 

     "Yeah, no. You're, uh, you're right." She nodded again and looked down to the floor. "I'm not to hungry." She said as she left the room walking rather quickly.

     Niall watched her go. He sighed and threw the milk back into the fridge with an angry force. He groaned and ran his hands down his face and pulled at his hair. He undoubtedly had feelings for her. 

     What a cock-up this vacation had started to be.



     NIchole pulled out her diary as soon as she got into her room. She always hid it beneath her mattress. She opened up to a clean page and wrote the date on the top. 

     "26 June 2016

              Dear Diary,

                      After years and years of hardcore crushing, I finally learned the cold hard truth. Niall and I will and cannot ever be anything more than friends. I thought that when I was finally 'legal' for him it wouldn't be such a problem, but apparently it wasn't age that was stopping me, it was Harry. I hate being viewed like this. I hate being seen as the small helpless little girl. I am so much stronger than everybody makes me out to be. I noticed Niall likes it when I wear tight things, he can't keep himself, or his eyes, away from my body. Maybe a dip in the pool with my string bikini can steal his heart for good. I finally grew some tits over the last four years that I haven't seen the boys. 

                       Harry keeps bringing it up. I really don't want anybody to find out. My headaches are getting worse by the hours. I'm in more pain than I was yesterday. Not sure how much longer I am going to last.

                       I'm going to do everything I can to make this summer the best summer of my life. I'm not going to give up on Niall, and I'm not going to let Harry ruin my summer. I'm going to make the best of my time."

     She put her blue diary back into its hiding spot and laid back on her bed. She let out a sigh.

"Why can't this all just be simple?"



    Bella groaned as she awoke that morning. The commotion outside her bedroom door had disturbed her slumber. She grumpily stepped out of her bed and ripped through the knots in her hair, combing through them with her fingers. She opened her door to find a naked man, Harry, making his way to the bathroom. She let out a gasp and covered her eyes with her cold hands. Harry gasped as well, frightened by her presence. His hands instantly made their way to his crotch, where they acted as a shield to his crowned jewels. 

     "Oh fucking shite!" He exclaimed while looking at her with wide eyes.

     "I'm so sorry!" She squealed and turned the other way. 

     "It's uh, it's, it's cool. I'm just, I'm just gonna." He ran away, rushing to his room with his hands still over his privates.

     Bella turned around as she heard a door shut. She peeked through her fingers to assure it was safe to look. When she saw he was no longer there, she uncovered her eyes and let out a breath. She couldn't help but to smile. She had just seen Harry Styles naked, she grew up dreaming of this day, in a fangirl kind of way. She shook her head and made her way to the kitchen. 

     She watched as Niall angrily placed the milk into the fridge. He groaned. Bella cleared her throat to nonchalantly let him know he was no longer alone. Niall looked at her, his expression was blatant. She wanted to know what was on his mind, but knew it wasn't her place to ask. Why would he confide his feelings to a girl he had only just met? She kept to herself and took the milk out. Its plastic was disfigured from being tossed. Niall sat down at the kitchen counter and groaned. 

     "I don't know what to do." He grumbled. Bella looked to him and parted her lips as if to say something, but closed them back thinking it better that she just listened instead. She knew she didn't like getting advice or being told what to do when she was upset, she usually just wanted someone to listen. Being a directioner for six years, Bella knew each boy like they knew themselves. She knew Niall wasn't one to keep his thoughts bottled up, he was very sociable, he needed somebody to hear him out. Niall continued to speak. "I really like Nichole, I always have. She is the most beautiful girl, well woman, I have ever laid my eyes on. But fucking, but fucking Harry won't let me near her. I just don't know what to do." He buries his face into his hands and huffed a breath. 

     Bella poured herself a glass of milk and took a sip. She looked to him. "Why is Harry stopping you?" 

     Niall shrugged and looked up at her. "Because he doesn't want me to be with his sister. He's been so protective over her from since I can remember."

     "But you and Nichole are both adults now. Who cares if Harry doesn't want you to date his sister. He has no control over her anymore. The only person stopping you is yourself." She took another sip of her milk. 

     Niall's face brightened up. "You're right." He smiled. "I am going to ask her to go out tonight and not even Harry can stop me. I'll take her to a nice dinner and we can talk about what's to come." He looked up to Bella. "Thank you so much."

     Bella shrugged. "It's no big deal, really." If only she could listen to herself more often. She needed the courage to talk to anyone she had feelings for. She needed courage to push herself to get the attention she wanted. 

     Bella needs to start listening to her own advice sometime soon.


     Louis woke up alone again. He felt empty inside. Today would have been six years, six years of Elouner. He didn't want to get out of bed on these days, and most of the time he didn't. He laid in bed reminiscing the past. Fame had taken away something he held dear to him. He was never able to settle for long, not with world tours and albums to record. He never had time to spend with his girlfriend, and she didn't want to be with somebody she could never see. They had to end things, it was for the best. 

     Eleanor had ruined the whole "Love" experience for Louis. Never had he viewed the feeling the same way since she left. To him, love was just another way to express a waist of time, something that would leave you alone in the end. Love was stupid. Love has no meaning. Love was useless. 

     Who needs love?

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