Broken Dreams

Nikki Ora has always dreamed of becoming a singer, she has great talent. She can play almost any instrument you give to her. You know in high school you always meet a bully, or someone who thinks they rule the school? Well Nikki finds this person, his name is Zayn Malik. Zayn and his best friends, Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam are the most popular people in the school. They were almost as talented as Nikki. One day a music producer comes to their school to find a brand new model to go into the fame business. Nikki's dreams are crushed because she brought second place to, none other than Zayn Malik and his gang of friends.

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4. Chapter 4

I was silently reading in my room, while Zayn was downstairs with his gang. "Get the door stupid!" Zayn yells from downstairs.

"You're right there! Get it yourself!" I reply.

"No, I don't live here!" He says.

I roll my eyes, and go downstairs. He was with Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam of course. I go to the door and open it, it was Justin.

"Hi," He says as he walks in.

"Hi," I reply bluntly.

"What's wrong with--" He stops himself when he's sees Zayn. "What the hell is he doing here?" Justin asks very angry.

"I'll explain later, let's go up stairs." I say to him.

"Oh, I'm not gonna be home. I just came back to tell you that I'll be out with Denise for the weekend, I'll be back Monday though." He says.

"What!? Why?" I ask.

"She's moving away to New York with her parents on Monday, I'll call you, I promise." He says.

"Fine, I'll suffer for the next few days." I say.

"Don't touch my sister!" Justin says to Zayn very sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Zayn replies.

"Oh, you wanna test me kid?" Justin says.

"Justin stop, bye, see you on Monday." I say giving him a hug.

"Bye, tell mum for me." He says, he gives me a kiss on the cheek and then leaves.

"Aw, big brother gonna protect you now?" Zayn teases in a baby voice.

"Shut up!" I reply. "Lucky he didn't pound you," I mumble walking back to my room.

"What was that?" Zayn shot back.

I just ignored him and went back upstairs. I sunk on my bed and then called Justin, "Hey Nik!" He answers.

"Hey Just, what's up?"

"Nothing, still driving. Now explain to me why that jerk is at our house."

"Well, his mum and our mum are apparently high school friends. And his mum has to go to New York for a job, and she doesn't want Zayn to stay home alone, so he has to stay in our house."

"Oh, so who's room is he staying in?"

"Mine," I reply glumly.

"Well, just stay out of his way and hopefully he won't cause too much trouble."

"Thanks, I'll try."

"I'll come home early, you have a week off from school this week. So don't let him ruin that, I'll be home with you."

"Okay, can you try coming home on Sunday instead?"

"I'll see, I have to go now. Love you!"

"Love you too, bye." I say then we hang up.

I decided to stay upstairs, instead of having to go down with.. them.


I was woken up by music playing really loud, what the hell!? That idiot better not be having a party in this house, I got out of bed and went downstairs. And I was right, he was having a party. The house was a mess! There were some teenagers passed out on the floor, others making out. And the furniture was all over the place, they were party cups here and there. I went into the kitchen where I found Zayn and Harry. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked furiously.

"Jeez chill, it's a party. Just have fun.." Harry replies, obviously drunk.

"You have to get everyone out of here, now! And clean this place up!" I demand.

Zayn was about to say something, but Harry cut him off, "Just go back to whatever you were doing. You're not needed here."

I roll my eyes and leave. He's gonna get the blame, as I was about to go up the stairs, mum came through the door. Everyone ran out of the house, leaving me in the living room. My mum looked at me pissed, "What was going on in my house!?" She ask me angrily.

"It wasn't me mum, it was Zayn." I swear.

"Zayn!" She calls.

After a while he comes from upstairs, wasn't he in the kitchen?

"Yes Ms. Nicola?" He asks.

"Why were you having a party in my house?" She ask him.

"I was upstairs the whole time, it was Nikki. I was trying to tell her to stop, but she wouldn't listen to me. She's always mean to me, even in school." Zayn says.

Well, liar much? "No I'm not! Stop lying--"

"I don't want to hear it, both of you! Upstairs, now!" She demands. 

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