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.


17. Chapter 17

              When I woke up the next morning, I had a frown on my face. (Yes, already.) I had fallen asleep on the couch and brought up stairs by Zayn, but I still had my work day clothes on. ( I sat up and took off my bangles and my necklaces that somehow got tangled up. I sighed one I realized no one helped me out of my clothes or woke me up. I would have woken up to change!

"Where the fuck is my phone?!" I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. I let out a sigh as I dropped my hands in frustration.


              That's when I realized that I was in my mom's room but I'm sure I didn't walk there. I didn't think Zayn took me there since I told him where my room was. 

He remembered what I told him?


"Here, you left it in the couch cushions." Jess told me as she tossed my phone on the bed. She leaned against the door frame as she looked at me.


"What's up sleepy head?" She asked me once she noticed I was just staring at the ceiling. I was thinking about the boys and things and crap and it kind of just went all to my head.


"Nothing." I exhaled. I looked at her with sleepy eyes and a noticeable sleepiness.


"You sure?" She whispered. I think she finally realized that I can't go that long with out my friends being my friends. And I can't. I honestly can't take the feeling that I had no one but my brothers of 9 weeks. 


Before I could say anything, she walked over and pushed me over so she could wrap her arms around me. 


"Hey, Charlie Brown." She whispered. I looked at her slowly and she had a small smile ready for me.


"What, stupid?" I asked. She sighed as she laid her head on my shoulder.


"I'm sorry. I really am." She told me and I knew she meant it. She isn't usually the first to apologize every since she really big on pride.


"I am, too. Forgive and forget?" I whisper. She nodded into my shoulder and we sat there in a calm silence. Then we heard the front door open dramatically and the guys chatter downstairs. We sighing in unison and hopped off the bed to go tell the boys to shut up.


                 I ran down the steps and stopped short once I saw David eating a subway sandwich. 


"Yours is in the kitchen." He told me with a full mouth. I pushed his black beanie covered head back before I shimmied into the kitchen. 


"Which one is it!" I yelled while going through the bags.


"The warm one!" He yelled back. I huffed and pulled it out of one of the bags next to the dishwasher. I held the sandwich loosely in my right hand as I walked back into the living room. 


"You left my sandwich next to the stove?!" I asked loudly. He rolled his eyes before saying, 


"Now, you just looking for something to yell about." 


I sighed and Zayn walked down the steps while running a hand through his hair.


"Morning, Rock Star." I told him once he made his way over to me. 


"Mornin' , Pop Star." He said, sleepily, before stealing the other half of my sandwich and sitting in the armchair closest to the Tv.




"Shh. I'm still sleepy." He told me with a finger pressed to his lips. I rolled my eyes and swiftly turned the television to cartoon network. There was supposed to be a Adventure Time marathon. I shuffled so i was sitting criss-crossed on the couch. 


"Yay!" I squealed as I clapped excitedly. I watched closely as I continued to watch the Fiona and Cake episode. 





            Later that day, I sat in my room that now had Zayn's duffle bag in it. I sat on the edge of the full sized bed with my feet tucked carefully under my bare thighs. I had my comfy plush shorts on and my over sized batman shirt that I stole from Liam but he didn't seem to care. I looked around my bluish room which had blue trinkets from different places all over New York.

            I had a Statue of Liberty hat that looked like her crown sitting on my dresser and a picture of me and my dad when we went there in the middle of it. I think I was six or seven when he told me to get in car and wait for him. He told me that I had to wear all blue and no other color. Do you know how hard that was when I six/seven? I had mostly pink and yellow stuff so I ravaged through my closet until I found a blue dress that was too big for me with some blue flip flops that was my mother's. 

That's why my favorite color is blue. It was my dad's.


"Charlie, where is the..." I heard Zayn trailed off. I looked over at him slowly. He was standing in the doorway with some grey sweat pants on and tank. He looked at me with such genuine concern that I just lost it.

              I didn't even realized I was crying until everything turned a deep grey color and I began to hear my own sobs. I heard Zayn whisper things like, "It's gonna be alright. I swear by it." and "It's okay. Shh. I'ts gonna be okay." He wiped some of tears with his slightly rough finger tips as he repeated those words over and over again. 

"Charlie?" Zayn whispered once I calmed down. I looked up at him with wet eyes. He still had his hands on either sides of my face. 


"What happened?" He asked me slowly. I took a deep breath and curled up to him.


"You're not gonna tell me?" He asked into my hair. I shook my head and cuddled up to him even closer to the point where my legs were swung over Zayn's lap and my arms where wrapped around his torso. I had my head on his chest and listened closely to his heartbeat. It was firm and steady, picking up ever so often.


"I'm fine." I whispered for only us to hear. I heard him sigh and I knew he didn't believe me. 


"We should get some sleep. It's like 10 pm." He whispered back. I smiled and thought,


Why the hell are we whispering when everyone else is downstairs.


          I let out a huff and said with the best baby voice I could manage, "Fine!" I crawled away Zayn and got under my covers. I watched Zayn turn around to look at me and he looked hesitant.


"what's wrong?" I asked him. He looked up at my face and shook his head as he crawled up next to me and laid under the covers with me. 

          I scooted closer to Zayn and whispered, "What if I lose my mom? I just don't think-" 

       He brought up a hand and held a finger to my lips and whispered back, "You're not. She's gonna get better. But right now, we really need to go to sleep."  I nodded and tangled our legs together and rested my head on his chest. He seemed hesitant (Again) before finally draping an arm across my back and pulled me closer. 


"Night, Charlie." 


"Good night Zayn." I said.

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