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.

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18. Chapter 18

               That next morning, I woke up still tangled up in Zayn's arms. The sun had just came up and the room was lit up by the sun's rays. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. I looked up at Zayn's sleeping face. He looked so at peace that I didn't want to wake him up but I was really hungry. I wiggled out of his grasp and sat up with a very audible sigh. I stretched and tiptoed downstairs. I searched in the kitchen for some cereal and some milk. I had to be the loudest motherfucker in the entire world. I kept letting things fall from the cupboards. 

 

"Charlie, can you please be a little quieter?" Davis asked me. He and KC were sleeping on either of the couches. KC had his head tucked under a red throw blanket so all you would have seen was a blond tuft of hair. I shot Davis a irritated look before I whispered, "Sure."

 

              I walked back out of the kitchen a while later with a bowl of cereal in my hands. Since the boys took the couches, I sat on the arm of the couch facing  the Tv. I some how balanced the bowl and myself on the arm. I turned it to Disney Channel and watched Austin and Ally. It had to be the worst show on Disney besides Ant Farm and Jessie. I had just gotten comfortable when I heard something slam upstairs. 

             I got up with a groan and headed up the steps. I checked up on Allison and Jess first. Nothing. They were fast asleep. I went and checked up on Zayn, but he looked asleep too. It was cold downstairs and I kind of wanted someone to be down there with me so I tiptoed over to the bed and straddled Zayn's waist. 

            Nothing. I took one of my purple pillows and hit Zayn with it. He let out a groan but he didn't move. I did it again and again until he murmured, 

"I'm up."

 

             I was about to get up but he still wasn't moving. I hit him again and faster than I could tell him again, he flipped us over so he was positioned in between my legs. He frowned down at me and said,

"I'm up. Stop hitting me with that damned pillow." 

 

             I smiled for a second then, I smelled the mint in his breath. I looked up at him and asked, 

"How long have you been up?" 

             He smirked in my direction saying, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

             I think it was maybe just the situation at hand or the way were sitting, but we ended up doing something that I wouldn't have imagined the night before. We looked at each other for a minute before Zayn pressed his lips to mine. It was quick but none the less sweet.  ( Honestly the only reason it was so quick, Jess interrupted it.)

 

"Hey, Charlie I need a band-aid." Jess said while rubbing her eyes. We pulled away from each other in a hurry. It wasn't like an Oh-shit-we-are-gonna-get-in-trouble-by-our-moms moment. Maybe it was one of those accident moments. 

 

"I'll help you look for them." I told Jess as I walked out of the room with her. When we got down the hall, Jess whispered, 

 

"I saw that." 

 

"What the hell ever, Jess."

 

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           Later, I went to go check up on my mom with Zayn, Jessica and Allison in tow. It was almost quiet on the way there. It would have been an awkward silence if Jess and Allison would have shut the hell up with their talk about Justin Bieber. When we got there, I wasted no time in looking for my mother's room.

 

"Charlie, where have you been?!" My mom asked me the moment I walked in. I gave her small smile and said,

 

"At the house. I brought a friend back with me this time." I told her. She looked a bit more excited and waited until Zayn walked in.

 

'Hi, Ms.Jackson." Zayn greeted my mom. She looked up at him with the biggest smile I've seen on anyone. She took Zayn hand quickly, looked at me and basically yelled, 

 

"You finally brought home a good looking boy! God, I thought you gonna stay stuck on Harry." 

 

         My eyes widened and I face palmed myself.

 

"Mooooooom! You can't just say things like that to someone in front of someone else!" I told her. She waved me off and started having a full blown conversation with Zayn. 

 

         After a while, she looked between the two of us and asked, "Why aren't you guys talking?" 

Me and Zayn just looked at each other but before I could stutter out a response, Zayn proceeded to say,

"We kissed and now its all awkward."

 

"We did not kiss. It was more of like a... peck." I spat out quickly. Instead of giving a come back, Zayn just placed a smirk in my direction. 

 

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