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.


8. Chapter 8

Beep. Beeeep.

I pulled my stupid I-phone out of my jean pocket and with a dramatic sigh, I spat out, "What?"

"Charlie, do you still have your mom's number?"

"Jess. Why do you need her number at like-" I checked the time on my phone before I said, "3 a.m.?"

"No reason. I just really need it." She muttered.

"Wait." I said as I rolled over to get over Liam. I supported myself over him push-up style, letting my hair fall to his face. I stopped when my hair started to make him stir in his sleep. I just stared at him in awe for a second. He looked so peaceful and calm and-and just so adorable. I shook my head, trying to get out the thoughts that were forming, and landed safely on the floor with a small thud.

"Okay so, whats with this whole needing-my-mom's-number deal?" I asked/whispered.

"I-my m-mom needs it! Yep... She needs your mother's number." She told me. I listened as she lied about needing my mother's number, folding my arms in the process. I didn't really know what she was lying about, but I had been friends with Jess for more than seven years. I pretty sure that I know when she's lying. I was about to call her out on her lie but I was pressed up against a wall and my phone found its way to the floor.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now." I tell him. Harry just smiled down at me before he murmured, "You're up, so I'm up."

"That doesn't make any sense." I scoffed at him, trying not to meet his eyes. Okay so yes. If you want to know I kinda liked Harry. SHHHHHH!!!! I know what you're thinking. I didn't want to like him. It kinda just happened.

"It makes alot of sense when you do not think about it." He whispered, getting closer by the second.

"What if I really want to think about it?" I whispered. I let my eyes trail over his face. I traced over his jaw line up to his eyes and back down to his lips. My breath caught as he leaned seriously close.

"Don't." He told me. His lips pressed to mine and I didn't protest. Trust me. If I was in my right mind, I would've stopped him. It was weird to me that our lips moved so in sync. Like our lips weren't made for each other but they we forming to become that way. When he pulled away there was already a growing hunger in me. I pulled him closer by the neck, hungrily pressing a kiss to his lips. Lets just say I didn't spend that night alone...

The next morning was... interesting. I woke up in Harry's arms. He lightly purred into my ear and I let my breathing calm before allowing myself to remember what happened clearly.

"Harry?" I whispered, pushing his chest lightly.

"Hmm?" He purred. I simply sighed and curled up to him. FOR HEAT. IT WAS STRICTLY FOR HEAT. I didn't mean to but, I sniffed in his scent and let out a deep breath. He responded almost immediately. He sleepily wrapped his arms around my waist and nestled his head on mine. I don't know why I let him. I-I just don't know.

Later that day I sneaked into the bathroom to call Jess.

"Okay. So all I have to say is this: You're turning into a direction-whore not a direction-ette."

"I only slept with Harry." I hissed back at her. I pulled my hair behind my ears and leaned against the door.

"While dating fake-dating him and having a crush on Liam and Zayn. Yep! I don't see why you're not a whore."

"I don't have a crush on Liam. Or Zayn." I whimpered. I wasn't used to this. I'm wasn't made for this or the fame or this... life.

"Okay, so you just so happen to love sleeping in Liam's arms. You just so happen to love being near Zayn. You're right! You don't like them."

"I don't." I repeated, sourly.

"Ohhhhhh. Someone sounds like she's in love!!"

"With who? Who am I in love with?"

"Three British boys." She told me all sing-song like.

"Do not."

"Do too." She spat at me, "You're just in denial." I folded my arms and loudly hissed, "I'm not in denial! I'm being fucking honest! Hell!! You're in denial!!"

She chuckled at me with and "I'll call back later."

I hung up, nearly forgetting about Jessica's lie the day before.

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