Life Of a Direction-ette

Try being that girl that everyone is used to not being popular. That girl that doesn't win anything. Try. Try this: Try being that girl that ends up being famous. That girl that everyone wants to be like, but secretly hates. Also, try being all those girls and not knowing what to do about it.

Charlie didn't ask for fame. And yet, it consumed her.

Charlie was used to being an outsider. Y'know. That one girl that everyone knew but never talked to. She didn't even think that she would win the direction-ette contest. And she sure as hell didn't think she would fall for someone in one direction. When things get tough, she wants nothing more than to go home with her mom. Some things aren't so easy.


11. Chapter 11

“I’m fine, I swear by it!” I told Jess. We had just got back to my house from the airport and Alison basically begged me to let her stay with me. Jess doesn’t beg so she just threated me.

“I will cut you.” 

“With what?” I asked sarcasricaly. All of us were sitting in my living room. When I say “Everyone”, I mean even KC. 

Jess didn’t respond but she gave me a stern look that made me shut up. 

“When are we gonna go see my mom?” I asked. Everyone shared glances and looked back at me.

“What is it? Spit ‘t out!” I yelled. Allison was the first to speak; her voice “stronger” than usual.

“From your past reactions to something happening,” She motioned to everyone else before she said,” to any of us, we feel like we chould wait it out.”

“Wait what out?”

“Wait out seeing your mom.” David said quickly.

“But I want to see her now.” I didn’t want to become too loud too quickly. I kept my temper low and my expectations high. 

“W can’t do that.” KC told me.


“I don’t know what kind of friend-ervention your trying to pull right now but I’ma need you to stop. My mom is asking to see me. She needs me and you have the audacity to deny me a right?” I asked, surprised by all the smart words I was using. Even in a serouis situation as this, I always cracked jokes.

“Char, it for-‘

“My mom is hurt and your telling me-” I cut myself off as I gave up and turned to walk back out the door.

So much for celbrating my fame…

The minute I walked outside, I was hit with cameras and flashes.



I squeezed my eyes shut as I walked towards my car. 

“Can you answer some questions?”

“No comment!” I yelled over all the comotion.

No one listen so I ignored them and got in my car and managed to drive away without hitting a reporter.


“Amelia Jackson please.” I said with a smile. The nurse at the front desk’s eyes widened.

“You’re Charlotte Jackson!”

“I know. I know. Please. The room number.” I said with a slight nod. She smiled increased and she hapily gave me the number.

“Thank you.” I said quicky.

“No, thank you!” She yelled after me. I ran up the stairs in order to bipass waiting for the elavator. 

I looked to the side of the biege door. It read “3002.” I smiled and eased it opened. 

“Mommy?” I whispered.

The wounded women in the bluish hospital bed looked up at me.

“Charlie? Is that you?”

“Hey Mom.” I said with a small tear falling. I hadn’t seen her for weeks and only called once. I sat at the edge of the bed with a sigh. She had bandages over her forehead, cheek, arms, torso and legs. She looked beaten up and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Are you feeling better.” 

“I have since you walked in.”

She reached one of her bruised hands up to my cheek and whiped away a tear that had fallen.

“How’s being famous?” She asked me.

“Great. Fun, actually. I’ve been to places I never existed. The boys are awesome. They’re like the brothers I never had.” 

She stifled a laugh. It seemed like it hurt. Hell, it looked painfull.

“The brothers you never had? What about David?”

“He’s younger than me. He acts like a four year old. With the boys I feel like the little sister. All of them take care of me.”

She nodded at me. She had scars over under her left eye. The looked very visable. 

“I’m happy for you. So, how’s that harry?” She asked with an amused smile.

“He’s fine. We’re dating now.” 

“Dating?! Ha! You have got to be kidding me.” She had a wide smile.

“Mom?! Why would I be kidding?”

“You look like his little sister. That’s incest at its finest.” 

“Jesus, mom.” I whispered with a chuckle.

“No, no. Really, you should be dating that Zen, Zai-“

“Zayn?” I asked, wondering if she was talking about Zayn.

“YEAH! Him. You should be that that Zayn character.”

“Why mom?” I asked with a tiresome smile. She always rambled like this over anything. 

“You like him.”

“I never told you I like him.” I told her quickly.

“You do. Wanna know why?” She asked me. She seemed to be getting sleepy.


” For one: his name is on your hand,” She flipped my hand over to see my palm as she said this,”for two: You blused when I said his name as if he was the only thing that could make you smile.”

I looked to the floor then. 

“Mom. I really like Harry. Really.” I told her. 

She pursed her lips at this. She never favored my choices.

“Its up to you. I’m just the inocent bystander watching you fall for the wrong guy.”

“How do you know who is the right guy?”

“He’ll be the one you know you can’t live without. The one that if he died, you die too. Not physically but emotionally.”

“Is that what you felt with Daddy?”

She gave me a sad, sleepy smile as she said, “That’s exactly what I felt for your father.”

I only nodded. He was the most important thing to the both of us before he died.

“What if I did stay with Harry?” I asked before my mom could fall completly into ablise.

“Zayn would find someone else and you would be a mear memory of something that could have been but never was.” 

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