Ada and Lyric are sisters. Lyric is older than Ada. Lyric had a boyfriend. Ada got his attention. He cheated on Lyric. They fought. He left. Ada's guilty. Lyric's in hospital. He's famous. He's part of One Direction. The baby's fine.

Sorry it's a fanfic I had the idea and couldn't shake it.


6. Talk Talk

He looked at Vicky and smiled then he looked up at me. I'd pulled my hood up on my New York hoodie and bent my face so my hair covered it. He frowned slightly.

"So what's your name?" He asked Vicky who looked like she was about to faint.

"Vicky." She grinned

"And is this your sister?"

"No, this is Ada, my mum's work friend."

"Ada you say? Nice name." Zayn smiled, looking at me curiously. I was getting really hot under my hood and I could tell I needed to breather soon. I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted my head up and took a deep breath, he could see my face. I made eye contact and he instantly knew who I was. I bit my lip nervously. Vicky was babbling on about my life. I wasn't fully aware of it but Zayn seemed to be answering with "yeah? Is that so?" and "cool" at all the right moments. He was still looking at me. I felt like I was going to cry.

"She's got a son." Vicky said. Zayn flicked his head to look at Vicky.

"A son? But isn't she a bit young?"

"He's called Charlie." As far as most people were aware, Charlie was my son. They didn't ask about Lyric if I said that.

"So you're married? In a relationship?" He asked me. I shook my head. I realised that we were holding up the other girls in the line, so I pulled Vicky away to start queuing for the next member.

I didn't pay much attention to the other boys. But when we were at the last one. I listened slighlty and then when he started to talk I realised it sounded quite funny.

"You sound funny." I said, I hadn't spoken my real opinions in a few years, I had to always be positive towards Charlie and I never got the chance to be real. I suddenly became aware of the boy and Vicky staring at me. I suddenly realised what I said.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. The boy burst out laughing and Vicky did too after a few moments of hesitation. That meeting was a leeetle embarassing.

When we'd stepped away Vicky turned to me and said "You were so rude to Louis!" I shrugged it off, trying to deny that I was. We went to Subway and each got a sandwich and Pepsi. Whilst eating, I had time to fully register the whole meeting with Charlie's dad. I don't like calling him by his real name. Brings back to many memories. Vicky was soon finished.

"Shall we go home now?" I asked, wiping mayonnaise from around my mouth. Vicky nodded,doing the same as me. We were walking outside along a small wall towards the car when girls screaming reached my ears. Vicky looked around.

"OMG! One Direction are leaving! Can we go over?" She asked and just as I started to say "yes" she grabbed my hand and ran towards them. We got to the edge of the mob of screaming girls and Vicky charged right in. She let go of my hand. God, I have just lost Vicky.

"Vicky!" I called, but I was bearly heard over the screams and chants. I pushed forward, searching for a glimpse of curly black hair. Somehow I reached the front of the mob. I saw one of the boys standing close by, the one I said talked funny. I reached out. and patted his arm. He took my hand and signed it with a black sharpie pen. I looked at in disbelief.

"No! Hey! Listen to me! I lost a girl with springy black hair called Vicky. Help me!" I yelled at him. He turned around, nodding.

"Okay." He started calling her name and the other boys, getting the idea did too. Louis (I think Vicky called him that) explained to the others what had happened. I was crying by now. Suddenly one of them reached into the crowd and pulled Vicky out by the arm. I cheered in relief. Vicky was brought over to me and I grabbed her hand. Squeezing it really tight. Zayn had got her out of the crowd.

"Thanks." was all I said before turning and fighting my way back out of the mob.

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