Newsagent Girl (One Direction FanFiction)

*FINISHED* Avery Blue is just a normal 18 year old. She has a average job. Newsagent Girl. Lives on her own. Goes to school. But this average 18 year old is hiding a big secret. No one knows. No one ever will. What if a certain worldwide known boyband named... One Direction come along? Will the truth behind her last name be revealed? Zayn. He's now head over heels for Avery but she just rejects. What is the reason behind this? Find out 'coz the book is better than the blurb...


25. Finding out.


Harry's POV.

I swear Avery's shift has finished. Me and Zayn are gonna pick her up. I don't think she really likes her work place. Well ever since her cutting.

"Zayn?" I asked out of no where. He looked up from the ground.

"How long did you like Avery for?" I've been wanting to ask that question for ages. Just never got the time to do it.

"Well, to be honest, I fell the first time I looked into her eyes. Which was when we first met, at the hotel. I don't think she really like me then." He chuckled a bit, probably remembering when they met. "Then I just sorta looked into her icy blue eyes and it was love at first sight, I guess?" He shrugged.

Nice Zayn. I know it means much more to you, I thought. The first week, he talked non-stop about her. I wish I could find someone like that. Someone who makes my heart speed ahead when she pulls me close. A girl that is with me, forever and always.

We reached the store, where Kyle greeted us. More like pushed us but yeah.

"Where is she?!" He yelled, frantically, pushing us out of the way.

"Who?" I asked, clearly confused.

"AVERY!" He shouted.

"What- She came to work... didn't she?!" Zayn asked, starting to worry.

"No? She must've left her house but she never came in!"

"I'll call her." I said, whipping my phone out. Scrolling through the contacts, I found her name. 

Ring, Ring, Ring.

The call was picked up on the fifth ring. But it wasn't her... It was a him?

"She's busy!" He slurred. What the fuck was a drunk guy doing with Avery's phone?

"Who is this?! GIVE THE PHONE TO HER NOW." I said, sternly. There was a bit of rustling and I finally heard her sweet voice.

"Harry! I don't know who the fuck they are!" She said, through her tears.

"Well, where are you?" I asked.

"I-I don't know. Some sort of-" 

"ENOUGH! SAY GOODBYE!" She was cut off.

"Bye Harry." I heard the pain in her voice.

"No! Wait but!" The phone beeped, signalling the end of the call. Shit. She's being held in hostage. I just know it. But I can't say anything. I'm too shocked. Paralyzed. 

"Harry! HARRY!" They shouted. But not a word came out of me. All I got out was a squeak.

My best friend- No, my sister... is kidnapped.

And I can't do anything.

Because I know nothing.

But I need to try.

Try hard.


~Okay, so you pineapples are sweet. I love how all of you are worried about my depression. If you want to know, go and read my blog. It says everything. Thank you for the support.

I've found a few songs that help. Like, Fuckin' Perfect by P!nk, Skyscraper by Demi Lovato and more.

Remember that if you have any sort of depression or pain I'm always here. Just tell me. I can help. Don't be scared.

So once again, read my blog if you want to know.

Anyway... a question. 

What is you're favorite depression help song?

My answer: Skyscraper and Fuckin' Perfect by Demi then P!nk~

~MissTwix xx

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