I am a directioner. A simple normal plain directioner. Or was. I was one of the millions of their fans who lived in a very small city which meant no meeting them for me. Or so I thought. I never expected this. Never. For my dreams to come true. To hurt someone I love while they did. Now I scream when am alone because I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this heart I've managed to break. This is my story. The story of how I came much more than a directioner.


15. Commited love.

That bitch.


*Niall's POV*

It happens in slow motion.

She smacks her.

She cries out in pain and stumbles back.

She crashes into the coffee table and flips over it.

She lands hard on the ground.

Her eyes won't open.

I run over to her. I'm so scared and mad and confused that I'm screaming, yelling her name.

"Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!"

I shake her. I tap her. I kiss her. Her eyes stay closed.

The boys are freaking out, especially Zayn. Asking Mel questions, yelling, all scared and worried and confused.

I start to sob and hold her limp body. I know she's not dead, she's still breathing. But I'm so scared for her, hoping she wakes up.

My fright is filled with rage. I stand up and march across the room, pushing the boys aside until I am facing Mel. I am screaming in her face, my cheeks still wet and streaked.

"You! What did you just do?! You just hit her she won't wake up!" I step closer, getting I'm her face, filled with anger.

"She won't wake up! She won't wake up!" I start to cry again. I mutter out of energy, "she won't wake up." Liam and Louis try to drag me out of the room, but I kick and thrash, hysterical. I break free and run over to Izzy. I cry and try to wake her up. They pick me up and carry me out of the room. I fight. I scream. I yell. I kick. I punch. I writhe. They win. I am out of energy. Out of fire. Out of fight. I'm crying hard now. They set me down in a room and close the door. I hear the lock click. I slink to the floor and bang on the door. I scream. I call her name. Her name. Her name.

Her name.


*Izzy' s POV*


I hear him.

I hear him calling my name.

I push through the crowds of people on the street. Calling his name back. He can't hear me. I hear the desperation in his voice, trying to get to me, to reach me. I can't reach him. I'm screaming his name, I'm yelling it. I can hear him. He's so close. I run through the street, the people won't move. I scream madly. I scream louder than I've ever screamed. I try to push past them. They transform into a brick wall. I smash at the wall. I throw myself at it. I hit it until my fingers bleed. He's calling for me. I start to cry. I slink to the ground and bang on the wall. I call his name. His name.

His name.

My eyes open.

I'm on the ground. I get up, woozy. I need to find Niall. I look around. I hear him, still screaming my name.


I scream, mad, crazy.

"NIALL! NIALL! NIALL!" I can't tell where he is. He sounds far away. Mel walks over to me.

"How could you?!" She screams in my face. "How could you never speak to me again? Take off? Not tell me you're dating Zayn? Break his heart? Cheat on him?!" She steps so she is inches away from my face. "How do you think it made me feel?! Having my best friend not talk to me after the signing?! I had to call your mom! She told me you were far away with your boyfriend Zayn!" She leans in farther.

"HOW DO YOU THINK IT MADE ME FEEL?" she screams. Zayn drags her out of the room. The door shuts.

I don't know what to think. Thoughts race through my head and leave. Only one remains.

"Niall," I mutter. This time I'm louder. "I need to find Niall" I run through Zayn's house. In open every closed door. Look inside every room. I find one with the door locked from the outside. I unlock it and rip it open. Niall lays on the floor, softly weeping. I run over to him and wrap my arms around him. We sit on the floor, holding each other crying. I look into his eyes. He gives me a look that makes me feel weak.


We get back to Niall's place and climb into bed. He holds me until our lips find each other. We're kissing, our bodies pressed up against each other. It gets heavy. Building and building and building. He takes his shirt off. I take off mine. He pulls back and looks at me.

"No. It's ok. I'm ready."

His lips meet mine again and the night goes on.


The next morning I wake up with Niall's arms around me. I decide to take a walk.

I go to the elevator and hit "lobby". It stops at floor 2 and Harry gets in. He looks happy to see me.

"Izzy! Are you ok?" He looks too concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine." He's being sweet.

"Where you off to?" I ask casually.

"Oh um.......just........errands." he smiles weakly. The doors open and I say, "Alright, have a nice day." With a smile.

"You too" he responds.

*Harry's POV*

I wish I could tell her how I feel.

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