Looking For Miranda [Book: 1]

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

Miranda runs away, love lost, body broken, will she find love? Or will it eventually tear her up inside? Will she ever trust anyone besides her best-friend, or can two boys open her eyes to something she thought she had lost in the past?

One Direction Fanfiction.


36. Chapter Thirty Five


~Miranda's POV~


I noticed the first week of the tour, when they had one concert in London, three signings, and an interview for a radio station, that Niall didn't even want to look at me. He barely talked tot he others, besides in private, and when we were on the bus, he either was in his bunk, bathroom, or eating.

I missed him. Honestly. 

But, being the stubborn bitch I am, I told myself that "Two can play at that game." And that was what I did.

I acted like he didn't exist, and didn't even acknowledge his existence, as he did to me.

"Do you think I should do something with my hair? I want something new, different." Trent instantly beamed, "I was thinking the same thing, you need something new. Oh! You should make it light pink or light purple!!! I'm picking the color! C'mon let's go!" As of right now, we were stopped  at a hotel, Trent was always in my room, even though she was supposed to be with Liam. We had been here for about three days so far, we'd be here for another week.

"Right now?" I asked, she nodded. I grabbed my phone and my bag and we were off to the British salon.


"Alright, babe. Look." Trent wouldn't let me see my hair until we got back to my hotel room. I took the beanie that was covering my head of hair. 

It fell all around my shoulders, I didn't get it cut, just dyed.

"Oh. My God!" I squealed as I saw the beautiful color. As Trent had said, it was a light pink. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't like pink very much, but this was more of a peachy I guess.

"I love it, don't you?" I nodded, in awe of my new appearance. I wonder if anyone would recognize me.

"Let's play a trick. I'll dress up in your clothes, and you can do my makeup, I'll be a different person. Well, let's say I, being Miranda, had to go see Nicki again, let's say she got really sick or something. Now I will be Kennedy, your cousin that lives here, and you offered to me to stay. I'll talk a little different too." We spent another hour or two discussing how we would pull this off, so all of 'Miranda's' clothes that they'd seen me wear would be put away in a hiding place, and anything that could link to me would be changed. But I would have the same phone number and all, they probably wouldn't know it by heart anyways.

She dressed me up in a top she bought the other day, and I used my new shorts. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81712184) I was going to keep out my newer clothes, nobody had seen them before.

"Hey, Trent. Woah, wait who's this?" Harry came in, staring at me up and down. 

"I'm Kennedy." I spoke with a slight deeper voice than usual, and I was sure that he bought it.

"Hello Kennedy, I'm Harry." I knew that voice, he was trying to seduce me. Well, I can do that too.

"Hey. Wow, you're even more cheeky in person." I batted my eyelashes a few times, cliche huh? I was dying laughing on the inside, as was Trent. I could just tell. 

"Thanks. But anyways, Trent, Liam wants you. He wanted me to come tell you, for some odd reason." Trent left the room, going to Liam, and Harry, of course, stayed here.

"So, not to be rude, but why are you here?" Harry came over to me and I sat down on the couch.

"I'm Trent's cousin, she invited me to come because her friend Miranda had to leave.

"Cool, how come I've never heard of you? Being as lovely as you are?" I scoweled, "I'm not looking for a relationship right now, sorry. But my mind could change." I winked and grabbed my phone, running out the door.

"OHH NIALL!!!" I screamed and ran towards his room. 

"Hmmmmpph." That's all I heard from behind the locked door, he was sharing with Zayn. 

"Can I come in?" I heard shuffling, "Who is it?" Shit, "It's Trent." I guess he believed my bad imitation, because he opened the door.

"You're not Trent." He looked absolutely horrible, like he'd been crying a river. "Oh my god, are you okay?" I barged in, I was going to have a different, carefree attitude now, not that I wasn't before, but even more now.

"No, but who are you?" I smiled, "Your new best friend, I'm Kennedy. A.K.A Trent's cousin that lives in England for her studies."

"I don't need a friend. I'm good as is." I put my hands on my hips. "No, you obviously aren't, you've been crying, I can read people. Believe me, you want me here."

"You know, you remind me of someone. Nevermind, I don't want to talk about her." I knew he was talking about me, well, Miranda me.

"You know, sometimes it's better to let out your thoughts and not keep them bottled up. I have some experience." "How old are you?" his question came out of nowhere, but I answered him truthfuly, "I'm seventeen, almost eighteen."

"Oh. God you two are alike. Alright, I guess I can open up to you, after we get to know each other better." I smiled.

"Cool, let's play a game, here, this is a quarter, duh. But anyways, heads I tell you something about me, tails you tell me something about you." He nodded, "Fair enough." I had to play dumb, like I didn't know anything about him, except for media.

I spun the coin, I did it differently, not flip, spin. 


"Hmm. I don't have any siblings." I spun it again, tails. 

"I have an older brother, Greg." I nodded, spinning it again. Tails.

"Wow, but um, I turn 19 in September? The 13th? I don't know." I nudged him, "Aww come on, I knew both of these things, your brother, and your birthday. It's a little thing called media." He blushed, awww the awkwardness.

"Alright then. Um, then, I've only read one book and I'm an emotional guy. You could say very." 

"What?!?! Only one book? I love reading! Gosh I mean, it's like a get away. The books are like portals into different universes where you can have anything and everything happen. They're just so magical." Okay, so that was Miranda talking.

We continued the game until this one very time it landed on tails, and he had nothing to tell me, except for one thing.

"C'mon, you have to have another thing, you know everything about me! Even my shoe and bra size!" It was true, I had run out of things to tell him! I knew he was holding back though. That one subject. 


Well, Miranda me.

"Well, the only things I have left I would rather keep to myself for now. I'm really sorry Kennedy, but I just can't tell you." It came out in a whisper, so I knew to leave it as is.

"It's all good. You owe me though. Want to go out to get a smoothie? I have a craving for a strawberry smoothie. Like really bad." He nodded, wow I couldn't believe he was leaving his room.

We ran to a little frozen treats place, it was so cute. We each got a smoothie and went to sit down. We were in a little pop up town, like a travel stop, so basically nobody recognized Niall. If they did, they ignored it.

"So when are you going to tell me your biggest secrets?" He nodded towards me, "Once you tell me yours." He smiled, "Fair enough, fair enough. Are you sure you're Trent's cousin? I could swear you were someone else, but with pink hair."

"I'm sure, I'm all Kennedy." I felt a pang of guilt in my heart, knowing that I had made him a zombie, but now I guess you could say that 'Kennedy' was bringing him back to life.

"You know, you're a really cool girl. Even if you remind me of someone that has caused some bad memories." Pew! Right in the heart. It hurt. Knowing what I had caused, but now, being Kennedy, I had to live in the moment, not look back.

We finished our smoothies and decided to just walk around. We arrived back to the hotel at about  8 at night. 

"Damn!" Swearing, I reached around in my pockets, I forgot my key card in the room. Trent had one, but she was out with Liam.

"What's the matter?" Niall came over the few feet it was between our rooms. "I forgot my key card, and Trent's out with Liam. I can't get in." 

"That's all right, I guess you can stay with me tonight. Zayn is probably out clubbing with Harry, so they won't be home, you can have his bed, or if you want mine?" He got all nervous. I blushed, for no reason.

"Sure, thanks. I really appreciate it, Niall." "Anytime, especially for an awesome girl like you. I mean, we only met today, but I feel like we're really close." I felt the same way, but even more. I had those feelings, the butterflies, the ones where you feel like jumping and screaming with joy every time he looks at you, the feelings of pure love.

"If only you knew." I muttered to myself. "What?" "Oh, nevermind, sorry."

We watched a movie, Identity Theif (A/N) AMAZING MOVIE BTW, It's fucking hilarious), and ended up falling asleep in his bed at about 2 in the morning.


I woke up with a weight on my stomach. I pulled my head off of the unusually soft pillow and looked to my tummy.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, there was a fucking dude on my abdomen. The boy shot up and I realized that it was Niall. Oh, silly me.

"The fuck!?!?" Niall looked around the room. I chuckled, "I didn't recognize you for a second. Sorry." He settled down and I asked him something.

"Who is this other girl that you keep talking about?" I knew it was me, but I wanted to know how he felt.

"Nobody. It's none of your business anyway. Leave it alone, okay?" He snapped, his mood had changed a lot. And I mean A LOT.

I was truly scared. "I think I'll be going now. I have to change." I ran out of the room before he could do anything. 

"Trent! Let me in!" I knew she was sleeping in there, I just had a feeling. It was about nine in the morning, so she would just be getting up, hopefully.

"Blaelnjfafhnnvcsdnvjklnzn." Nice sound Trent, very human like.

"Thank you." "Where were youuuu?" She stretched out the 'you' in a yawn, I smiled, "I was at Niall and Zayn's, I forgot my key. He let me stay there because I didn't know when you'd be getting home."

"Oh my god. Did you two do something? Are you preggo, did you do it? Did you tell him? You better not have told him, or I'll cut off your cockles. Wait, you don't have cockles. Did you two do it? Does he know that you're Miranda, not Kennedy?" I was in awe of how much she got out in one breath, but she asked me, "Did you two do it?" twice.

"No, no, no, no, no, and no. I didn't tell him anything, except for a bunch of not-so-true things about Kennedy's life. I still have to get out what he feels about me, well, Miranda." We talked for another hour about absolutely nothing. It was just something we did.

"Yeah, his sex takes me to paradise." Harry came in, his hair all spoofy, wait, is that a word? I don't care. He had makeup on, I just knew it, and a bow on the back of his head.

"The fuck bro?" I took out my phone, needing to take a picture of this sight, if I didn't know him, I would've guessed he was a gay guy.

"Where's the rainbow?" Trent seemed to read my mind, "What?"

"Rainbows are the gays' symbol, and 'Set Fire to the Rain' is their song. I'm surprised you didn't know that. But seriously, where is it?" The boy stuck his tongue out at me and I smiled.

He left to get 'manly' again. "What the fuck?" I repeated myself, cracking up on the spot.

"Well, I'm gonna change, be right back." I took some clothes that I actually picked out, not Trent. All of the clothes she bought for me were tight, small, or form fitting. But I like loose clothes most of the time, so I bought sweatshirts for the most. I had an Ed Sheeran sweatshirt in one hand, with my pants, which were just orange skinnies. And then I had my brush in the other. I had to keep some of my style, didn't I? (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=82180226)

I took a shower and put on the clothes, blow drying my hair wavy. I put on a cross necklace and mustache bracelet. I finished it off with Trent's way of makeup, I really didn't want any of the boys, or El, to recognize me.

"Woo!" Trent whistled as I emerged. I looked like winter, even though its spring, but hey, that's England for you. Summer one day, spring the next, and winter last.

"I know right? I'm just glad to be wearing my baggy shirt." We laughed and Harry came in once again.

"Guys, we can't find Niall." My mouth dropped to the ground.



So it's been a while, not really though. 

CLIFFHANGER!!!!! Well, I'm losing faves, my fault though, but all the rest depends on you!!! 

Read the author's note at the end of Chapter Thirty Four!!!!! DO IT WHORE!!!!

Okay, well, can we get to 200 by June 1? I'll update on Saturday!!!


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