Falling Slowly

Francesca Anderson is not your ordinary 17 year old girl. For one thing, she has been homeless for the majority of her life. Second, she's already considered a criminal. Third, she has two boys from One Direction fighting over her. It all starts when she accidentally runs into Liam Payne while on a chase from security guards. When Liam invites her to stay with him after realizing that she's homeless, things get out of hand. Now, her past partner in crime (literally) JJ is out to get her. The boys of One Direction will do anything they can to keep her safe, and Francesca will do anything to keep them from finding out about her deepest, darkest, secret....


6. Old Flames Return


"Liam, stop!" I yelled, trying to put myself in between them as Niall squirmed.

"He kissed you!" Liam repeated, as if to himself.

"What's the matter with you?!" I screeched, manging to pry Niall loose. Niall looked scared with a bloody lip. Liam just looked confused and helpless. He finally ran into his bedroom and I heard the door lock. I turned to Niall, who was breathing heavily.
"Nialler, are you okay?" I asked. Niall just nodded. He backed away slowly before turning around and running.

Great. Just great. I stomped into my room, slammed the door and sobbed. I sat there for a while, maybe a half an hour.

"Frankie?" Liam called from behind the door. I threw a pillow at the door. "Go away!"

"Frankie!" Liam groaned. "I don't know what happened, there. I don't know why I got so mad." I pondered on his words.

I stood from the white bed and opened the door.

"Niall didn't kiss me. I kissed him," I snapped. Liam sighed.

"I know...I just don't know what got into me. Your like my little sister. I can't let anything happen to you," Liam explained.

I don't know why, but I was disappointed. I was like a sister. Was that all I was to him? No...I like Niall- remember? Ugh.

"Yeah." I just whispered.


"Come on, Frankie!" Louis yelled from down the hall. I emerged from my room and walked over to Louis. Harry was carrying a big picnic basket. Zayn carried the folded blanket. Liam was grabbing his keys. When I arrived, Niall gave me a cheeky grin.

"Hello, love!" he greeted me. "HI FRANKIE!" the rest of the boys chorused besides Liam.

I laughed. "Liam, c'mon!" I called into the kitchen. Liam emerged.

We all hopped into the Range Rover and drove down to a small park. Laughing at a joke Louis had made, we all piled out of the car. We located our picnic area which was under a tree. Harry took out the food as Zayn set up the blanket. Liam, Niall, Louis, and I all goofed around (leave it to Louis to make things less awkward). We finally had settled down.

"Louis," I said, in between laughs. "Tell..Harry and Zayn...what you just told...us," I said, laughing so hard I could hardly get it out.

"Alright, so when my mom was pregnant I asked her if she loved the baby in her stomach," Louis began.

"Yeah?" Zayn urged.

"Francesca?" a deep voice said.

I turned and gasped.

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