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.


13. Chapter 13

       Days after, I checked up on my mother more frequently  She seemed to be getting better. Like a lot better. 

“So She’s doing better?” I asked the nurse; her name was Patty and she wore a ivory nurse’s outfit.

“Her vitals seem to be fine , so yeah.” Patty said with a small nod as she checked my mother’s pulse. Mom was still sleep so I doubted she noticed I had been there the entire time for visiting hours.

“Hear that mom? You’re getting better.” I whispered. I ran my fingertips over one of her scars on her left hand. I was the length of two of my middle fingers.Trust me, I tried it.  I sat there with her until she woke up, by then it was almost time for me to be leaving. 

“Charlotte, why the hell are you still here?” She asked me once she fully woken up.

“You asked me to.” I say simply.

She gave me a small smile before she said, “Well since it looks like I’m getting better, Why don’t you go visit the boys?” 

“Why would I do that? I want to make sure you’re alright.” I told her nervously. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have Allison come check up on me every now and then. Go.”

“Are you sure, Mom? I don’t want anything to happen to you-“ 

“Take your ass to go visit them before I slap you.” She interrupted.

“Yes ma’am.” I told her before I slipped out of her room with a smiled plastered on my face.


The minute I walked back into the house, I screamed from the top of my lungs.


I scared everyone by the way they looked up at me from where they were sitting. 

“What are you talking about?” Jess asked me. Her emerald eyes looked away from the TV for only a second.

“I’m going to go see the boys.” I said again. 

No one seemed to hear me.

“Okay, that’s it.” I  walked over to the TV and turned it off.


“Everyone, get the fuck out of my house!” I yelled. I really hated the fact that no one paid any attention to me when my mother got hurt only how what I’d might do could affect them.

“What? Charlie just calm down.” David told me.

“I have been calm for the last three weeks, trying to make sure my mother was okay.” I said rather loudly. Everyone shared glances as they let my words sink in. 

“I’m sick of all of your bull shit about keeping me out of the fucking loop. My mother was in a car accident. She could have died. What would you have done if she did? What would you do?” I yelled. 

No one gave me an answer so I barely whispered,

“Get the hell out.”

After everyone left, I bundled myself up in a mess of blankets and chips bags. I hadn’t had the slightest idea to call any of the boys since I knew that I wanted to keep them surprised for the most part. I called management instead; they told me that my idea to visit was great since the public eye hasn’t seen me in while. They booked me a flight early the next morning. That night I packed and packed and packed and packed until I had two very large bags with almost nothing in them. Okay, yes. I stopped while I was packing to eat some more bags of chips. 

I regret nothing

After I packed, I pounced for my laptop and impatiently logged into my Tumblr. I looked through all of my messages and found a bunch of questions about me not being with the boys in the last few weeks. I took a really big sigh and made this master post:


There was a family issue and I had to leave to check up on it. I’m sorry I haven’t been on here in a while but I didn’t feel that well. Sorry! So Honesty Hour!!!

Okay that wasn’t really a master post but it covered everything, right?

I boredly sat there and waited impatiently for my inbox to filled to the “brim”. I answered all of the really awkward ones until I got really sleepy. I signed off with a i gotta go to bed srry, and quickly closed my laptop. 

I sat one my ash blue couch and looked around my empty white house. There had to be four bedrooms and only my mom and I lived there. 

 Why is there four bedrooms? we don’t even talk to any of our family? 

The most weirdest idea popped into my mind. What if I wasn’t the only one? Like you know her only kid. 

that is  fucking impossible. Man, i am THE one and only. Betta recognize. 

I laughed loudly at my thoughts and wondered how weird I was to other people but I really didn’t care. I’m awesome and I know it. [Insert sexy and I know it karaoke here]

I ruffled the million blankets I had around me and fell asleep watching Friends.


When I woke up the next morning, I ran to hospital to drop off a note I wanted to give to my mom and I ran to the airport with a wide grin on my face. They were currently in Seattle so I had to only be on the plane for a maximum of six hours. 

We all made sure the boys didn’t know I would be there, they just was supposed to go to the airport and pick up a gift I sent them. I’m still not sure on how they believed that.

When I came through the doors, they were at the small McDonald's shop there. I walked up behind them and held my hands together as I said, 

“You guys wouldn’t mind buying a girl a big mac? Would ya?” 

Niall was the first to turn around and gave me a really big Horan hug. 

“Charlie! We all missed you so much.” He yelled really loudly. After he let go, Liam spun me around and tried to not drop me.

“Holy shit, I’m dizzy.” I said once he did put me down. I steadied myself as Zayn gave me a big hug and I smiled into his embrace. 

“I missed you so much, Zaynie.” I whispered so only we could hear. 

“Missed you, too.” 

Louis said he didn’t want to hug me since I didn’t call him at all but I gave him a small pout and he hugged me anyway. 

And then there was Harry…

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