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.


15. Chapter 15

        I couldn't sleep that night. I was already on the edge from singing in public and I was restless. I sat on the windowsill of the hotel lobby with my throw hello kitty blanket wrapped around my abnormally tall-for-an-18-year-only-girl frame.I had my hair pulled up behind head in a messy ponytail and I wore the jeans I had on earlier that day and one of Harry's shirts. I'm not gonna tell you everything but lets just after the concert there was some major fuckery. MAJOR.


"Why are you still up?" ,Someone asked me. I was really too sleepy to care, so I just turned around and mumbled, "What?" I rubbed my eyes. 


"Why are you up?" the person said again. I blinked a few times before I realized it was Zayn.


"Oh, I'm not sleepy." I told him. I gave him a small smile as I leaned against the window. I sighed before I asked, "What about you?" 


" 'bout me what?" He said as he made his way over to me. Clearly he was still in his clothes from earlier and his hair a little messy. 


"Zayn, it's like 1 in the morning. Why aren't you asleep?"


"I'm just not that tired."


"Wanna go do something?"


"Like what?" He asked me. 


"Anything..." I told him. 


We were quiet for a moment as if we were thinking of something to do.


"I have been dying to get a tat for the longest. And Hey, I'm legal now!" I said as I threw my hands up to show emphasis. He laughed at me before asking me where a tattoo parlor would be. I shrugged and walked out with him following not to far behind.   




"Why the fuck did you let me get this dumb ass tattoo?" I asked Zayn sourly. Yes, I did get my very first tattoo with my very tattooed friend and it hurt like hell.


"I didn't let you do anything. You did it on your own." He told me as he walked along side me.


"i know. It just stings." 


I got "Breathe" tattooed on the inside of my right wrist. I'm happy Zayn went with me 'cause he got a tattoo, too. It was just a small puzzle piece. He told me it was because it was my first one. It was in cursive and the B was red while the rest were in white.  


"You're going through a lot. You need to just breathe."

       We walked into a coffee shop that was still open close to the hotel cause coffee makes me sleepy.


"Okay, so there was this time when I was playing music really loud in my room, right, and then my mom told me to turn it,  but right when I was about to do so, I bust my speakers!"  I told Zayn. We had been talking for hours on end about any and everything. We were in a mess of giggles and laughter as we sat in a booth next to the store window.


He listened to my talking so I listened to his. I was -I swear I was- trying to listen to Zayn, but I was constantly letting my eyes wonder his face. From his jawline to his plump pink lips to his cute widdle nose and then finally to his eyes. His hazel, half green-half brown, eyes.They were crinkled at the sides and the smile on his face was wide. I smiled as well to fill the gap of conversation. 


I stared at him in the eye and then something just clicked


"Charlie, we were looking everywhere for you two!" A deep, raspy voice said rather loudly. I tore my gaze from Zayn and there , with his Cheshire glory, was Harry walking in with the rest of the boys. They all piled into the booth, squishing me. I gave Zayn an apologetic smile and he gave me a shrug in return. 





"Hey, um, I'm sorry about earlier. Like really." I said to Zayn once I caught up to him. He left early from the shop and left me there alone. 


"Its fine, I guess." He told me. 


"Well you know, I have to get back to my mom soon."


"Mhm." He hummed. 


I looked up at him and looked down quickly as if it had been really hard to say it.


"Could you possibly come back with me? I could really use the emotional support-" I began to ramble. How I am in almost every situation.


"Sure." he told me as we neared his room. I only nodded in response with a small smile on my face that hid my excitement. 


"Thanks." I told him before I walked back to my room. 

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