One Direction: Blue Velvet

'Blue Velvet' is a romantical, magical yet comedy-like fanfiction about a young adult named Lana of age 18 who is forced to live on the streetes after her mother and fathers death. One Direction ages 18-20 year old bandmemebers known for their interactions with fans, hilarious dances, quotes but also their touching music. When all of the 6 different lives come together. everything changes. From laughing, to sobbing, to other unknown emotions this is an enlighting story that will grasp the readers attention.

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6. Some British Bitch

 

 

   SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. I HAVE BEEN REALLY BUSY. HERES THE NEXT CHAPTER. ENJOY, AND REMEMBER TO FAVOURITE, FOLLOW AND CHAT ME UP!

 

Her stare was sinister, her eyes full of hatred. I could already tell this wasn't going to work out. She smirked and took a hold of my hand, gripping it tightly and stabbing her nails into my skin. I bit my lip trying to hold in the yelp that was dying to escape.

"Nice to meet you, Lana." She stabbed deeper, "Really it is. I'm Eleanor."

"N-nice to meet you!" I practically yelled trying to get her fingers away from me. My eyes burned and the yelp finally escape. She let a hold of hand and watched as I ran to the nearest bathroom.

"That bitch!" I whispered. I examined the marks left on my skin, a large broom was in the making and little droplets of blood were forming.
I quickly did my best to clean it up and finally i mad myself more presentable by slipping on a white blouse and high waste bottoms  that was nothing compared to Eleanor.

 

I smiled in contentment before walking out, a new swagger arriving.

"Well your back." Zayn smirked as I took a seat just inches away from him.

"Yeah.." I sighed.

I was quiet for a while, just listening to the conversing going on around me and smiling. Few questions were asked towards me and all i did was shake my head no or nod yes.

"I guess I'll be sharing a room with Laina!" Eleanor smiled and clapped her hands.

"No, that's not my name, its Lana. And wouldn't it be better if you shared a room with Louis?" I asked, defending my place.

"Homeless girl shouldn't be complaining," Eleanor snapped her finger before continuing, "I get to sleep anywhere."

Everyone went dead silent. I stared at her, still trying to process what she said.

I stood up, my swagger disappearing and took a stroll outside.

I checked my pocket, making sure I had still possessed the pounds I received from Zayn, which i gladly did.

'Just a cross the street, real quick,' my head continued telling me. I crossed the street and went into the quick mart. 

"Where can I get a pack of cigarettes?"I asked the store clerk. He nodded his head passing it over as I slip him his £8.00.

I thanks him before stepping how and taking a nice puff after lighting it.

 

This girl Louis calls his girlfriend, is some British bitch.

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