Don't Speak (a One Direction fanfiction)


It's all fun, games and laughs til someone gets hurt. Unfortunately for seventeen year old Britton, she may get hurt in the worst way possible when she moves to London with her friends. Will her dream life turn out not so perfect, or will she somehow manage to keep going and pull through?
It's all right here in Don't Speak.
-Gummy xoxo
Fanfic started- August 22nd 2012
Fanfic last updated- August 27th 2013 3:35AM


1. If You Really Knew Me..

"I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Britton Hollow. I am seventeen and a half years old. My eyes are the color of the sea at night, when the bright beam of the lighthouse casts acrossed it. A gentle and stunning blue-green color. My hair, is the color of the wheat fields on the country sides. A golden brown. My skin isn't pale.. but it isn't tan. I am average weight, maybe a little on the skinnier side. I am average height, maybe on the shorter side. If you want to know more about me... well you have to figure that out for youself..."


"Britton! Get up! You're going to be late for your last day of highschool!" Her mothers sing-song voice floated up the stairs and right under her door. Britton groaned, pulled the duvet back, and swung her feet off the bed. She walked over to the mirror, adjusting her flowy tanktop as she did so. The blue eyed girl looked at herself while running a hand through her golden hair. She traced the stickers going down the side of her mirror that spelled out Britton in all capital letters, except for the i, which was dotted with a heart. Looking at this, she flashed back to when she was seven years old. Britton had demanded everyone spelled her name Britian, since it sounded the same. She said she would run away if anyone spelled it otherwise. Of course, everyone continued spelling it correctly. And of course, she never ran away. The thought of it made Britton smile as she got ready for her last day of highschool.  Almost free, Britton. You're almost finally free.

Britton flew down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was dressed in a neon yellow and grey tanktop, with a white beater underneath. She had jeanshorts and grey Toms on. Her hair was down, which ran to the middle of her back. It was softly curled at the ends. She slipped her black messanger bag over her head and onto her shoulder. "Have a great last day, Britton. I love you so much!" Her mother smiled. "Thanks. I love you too, mum." Britton smiled and kissed her mothers cheek, then ran out the door and to the bus stop.

Britton was greeted by two twin girls, who were squealing in excitment. "KP!" Britton screeched, jumping on her friend named Parker. "Woooah Britt! Gonna mess up your beautifulness!" Layne, the other twin, laughed. "So what are we gonna do to start off summer vay-kay!?" Britton asked, bouncing up and down as the bus pulled up. "You'll have to see!" The twins said, then ran onto the bus. "KP! Layne!" Britton yelled, running after them. The twins were already seated and she jumped on them as the bus started moving. "I'm sitting like this!" Britton delcared, getting comfortable as she sprawled out on her bestfriends laps.




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