Crashing into Harry(A One Direction fan fiction)

Mikayla Alexandra Patterson is the daughter of a popular news anchor. When she has to fill in for her mother for an interview, she has no idea she has the interview One Direction. Before all this, Mikayla meets Harry by crashing into him. She keeps crashing into him. Each time sparks fly. What happenes next? Especially since she starts to fall for Liam. And what if her new best friend starts to fall for her too? Then Mikayla's perfect world with One Direction crumbles down when she gets a call. Heartbreak, love, trustworthiness, saddness, and despair all play a huge factor in this compelling fan fiction about One Direction.


23. Hurt By My Best Friend

Pandemonium. That is the only word I can use to describe what it was like in the arena. Fans were going crazy. I just stared in shock at the crowd. I guess that I was at the very least good. I looked over to the rest of One Direction and they were staring at me with their mouths open. I motioned for them to get out on stage and they came out of their stupor.


"Now wasn't she just fantastic?" Harry said into his mike.


The crowd nearly burst my eardrums.


"Alright! Now I am sad to say that we are done for the night." Harry said, putting on a sad face.

The crowd booed. I laughed. They were so funny. The energy level in here was amazing. I have never felt so alive. Lights blared down. People screamed. I loved it. I couldn’t believe I was so nervous. I mean who couldn’t have fun while doing this?

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. But we have to go!” Harry said.

The rest of them stepped up to their mikes and I did too.

“Goodnight, New York City!” we all chorused and ran off stage after bowing.

Man. It was over. I looked down. I was completely drenched in sweat. The lights and the body heat from everyone in there made the arena as hot as hell. It was crazy hot.

“Mik!” I looked over at the sound of my name. And I got flattened in a huge group hug. I had looked up in time to see five hot, sweaty, and grinning boys running towards me. They crashed into me and squeezed me to death.

“Boys!” I choked out.

No response.

“BOYS!” I tried my hardest to scream.

They let me go. I then was bombarded with questions and compliments.

“Mik you were absolutely amazing! Your song was incredible.”

“You were terrific.”

“DO you have any food in your dressing room? Oh and you were awesome.” (I think we all can guess who that was.)

“You were great!  Now where is the closest shower?”

I laughed and held up my hands. They all stopped the proceeding ramble of compliments and questions

“Thanks. You were all awesome and amazing and great and incredible. Thank you. Yes I have food Niall and the closest shower is in the dressing rooms, Zayn.” I said and Niall went off to go find food.

“I am going to go take a shower.” I said and walked off.

I raced into my dressing room and grabbed my change of clothes. I then ran as fast as I could to the showers. Harry ran up to the door as soon as I did.

“Hazz. I was here first!” I said.

“Nope. I was and I am taking a shower first.” Harry said and put his hands on his hips like a thirteen year old girl.

I did the same. I held in my laughter.

“Nuh uh! I am!” I argued.

We sat there for like ten minutes arguing over who gets to take a shower first. Niall came up and opened the door and walked inside.

“Niall!!” Harry and I yelled.

I grabbed the door handle and found Niall had locked it.

“Niall James Horan! If you don’t let us in we will break down this door and take all your food away.” I threatened.

Niall just laughed like the evil little leprechaun he is.

I looked at Harry and we burst into laughter. I guess our showers were just going to have to wait awhile.

About an hour later, I came out dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a tight band t-shirt. I slipped on my Converse and walked into our meeting room. Harry, Niall, Louis, and Liam were sitting on the couches and Louis and Liam were playing an X-Box 360.

“Hey boys!  Chuck me a controller.” I said sitting on the couch next to Liam.

Louis looked at me like I was crazy and I gave him a look that said, ’try me’. Louis threw me a controller and he restarted the game.

AN hour later we walked out to the limo. Louis was walking dejected. He walked with his head hanging and he looked like a puppy that had just gotten in trouble. If he had a tail it would be hanging between his legs. I walked over to him and patted his shoulder.

“It’s ok Lou. You aren’t the only boy I’ve put to shame with my video game skills. Trust me you aren’t. You were the only one who actually stood a chance to my skills though Boo Bear. You put up a huge fight and you lost honorably.” I comforted him.

Louis looked at me with a sad look.

“Harry. Try and comfort your boyfriend. My attempts are failing. Please. I can’t stand my Boo Bear sad.” I called to Harry.

Harry sauntered over and took Louis from me. They walked towards the limo, Harry quietly talking to Louis.

“Hey Zayn!” I said, in a sing song voice.

“Hey Mikayla!” he replied.

“What? I’m not Mik anymore?” I said, shocked. Just kidding.

“Sorry. Hey Mik.” He said.

Something is wrong. Zayn is never like this unless one he is sad or two he is in love.

“Zayn what’s wrong? Don’t lie to me. I’m here for you. You know you can tell me anything.” I said.

“Nothing. I’m fine Mik. I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.” Zayn said and walked past me.

I stared at his retreating figure.  Hurt flooded into my body. Why did he do that? I was his best friend. He was my best friend. I have told him everything since he has been here. Why can’t he do the same to me?

" Zayn! Wait!” I finally choked out.

He didn’t turn around. I stood there. That hurt. It really did.

“Mik! Come on!” Louis said from the limo’s window.

“I’m gonna take a walk. See ya later Lou!” I said and turned away.

I pulled up my hoodie and slipped on my sunglasses. I didn’t want to deal with the mobs of fans. I pushed my way past girls screaming for my boys. I didn’t want to be in the limo with Zayn. I couldn’t deal with him. I got past the mob of girls and walked on the streets of New York. It was a beautiful city. Lights and people were an obvious feature. New York was busy. I heard it never sleeps. I figured it was true. I walked down the streets and kept turning at random turns. I had no idea where I was and I didn’t care.

 Rain started to fall. I stared up into the sky and raindrops fell on my face. Tears were pouring down my face and I had no idea that they were. Good thing it was raining. The saying I love walking in the rain because no one knows that you are crying, flew through my mind. It was so true right now. I couldn’t think about what happened. It would make me cry even harder. 

When I looked down I saw I was in front of a gift shop and One Direction everything was in there. I shook my head and thought, “No matter where I go I can’t get them out of my head.” I guess it was a good thing though because if I didn’t see that I probably would have never gone back to the hotel.

I decided I was going to go to a café for a while so I walked a little ways down the street and saw a cute little café. I walked inside.



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