To Love a Directioner

"I love you, Lara," Zayn whispered and my heart shattered at the brokenhearted look on his face. "So I want what's best for you... and if you love him, don't let me get in the way of that."

I looked over at Liam laughing with Niall. All I could think was; now what? I came on this vacation for fun... not to break someones heart.
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On their eighteenth birthday, Lara and her best friend Taylor go to London. They don't expect to meet One Direction, and they certainly don't expect three of the boys to fall in love. But when tough-times and problems make an appearance, will they go home? Or will they stay with the band in London?

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1. Vacation

June 13, 2014~

It was like this every time I went to see Taylor when she was visiting her dads. Screaming was heard from the foyer and banging was heard through the walls. A treacherous silence hanging in the air around the neighbourhood, everyone holding their breath for what was to come.

And in all the years that I've known Taylor, she's never once told me what the banging actually was. I'd be concerned, if not for the fact that her dad barely looked twice her way, let alone hurt her.

Raising my fist to knock on the brown mahogany door, I startled as a long haired blonde threw open the door and yelled with her back facing me, "Why wont you just move? I'm sick and tired of you! I'm sick and tired of you not trying!"

This is basically how it was every week Taylor visited her dad, she never usually screamed at him though. She was always the calm and collected one, while I was the ticking time bomb that could go off at any second. But the stress had been building on her, so whenever she went to her dads she wasn't calm and collected, she was sad and angry. She couldn't really stand her dad anymore. They used to be the perfect family... but they haven't been that since Taylor's mom passed away in the hospital after getting some disease named Dengue. It had hit her dad pretty- okay, really hard. He was a broken shell of the happy, fun man that loved his daughter more than any father ever could. And because of that, it affected Taylor as well.

Taylor and I've known each other since we were born. It was the whole, 'Our parents have known each other since High School thing.' At first, Taylor didn't like me when we were babies. I used to pull out her hair and take her toys, but she eventually got over it and took them back. And pulled my hair.

Taylor turned around to face me and I smiled sadly at the tear streaks running down her cheeks. She wiped her tears and pulled the door closed behind her, "I need to leave." She sniffled and she shuddered a breath, "I just- I can't do this a-anymore. He won't listen. So I need to leave."

It had never been this bad before.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked softly, tilting my head to the side.

She stared at me balefully, and walked briskly down the drive way. I sped up to catch up with her.

 "I don't know. I just... I need to leave," She turned her head to look at her dads house before shaking her head, her eyes hardening. "I can't put up with that anymore," She looked at me with dull blue eyes rimmed with red, "I don't know what I'm gonna do." She turned away again and started walking towards her car, "I just- I need a break, I shouldn't have this much stress on me."

And she was right. Just last week when we were getting our hair done, the hairdresser had found white hairs in Taylor's hair. That's how much stress she had on her.

She yanked open the drivers side door of her 2012 grey Chevy Camaro, and climbed in. 

"I'll come with you, if you want," I said once I had scrambled into her car and she had started it.

Backing out of the driveway she shook her head a bit, "You don't have to."

I smiled and leaned back in my seat, "I know that, but I want to."

Nodding we started driving towards my house, and I guess it was a good thing that I had decided to walk to her dads instead of taking my car.

Taylor was quiet while driving towards my house, and when the silence was broken it was with a question.

"What happened?"

And although Taylor had no outward visible reaction,  I could see her hands tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white with her grip. 

"He..." She paused and stared straight out the windshield, "He didn't really do anything." She was quiet for a moment, "But I think that's what got to me. All he does now is drink, he won't even look at me... The last time he spoke to me he reminded me how much I look like my mother. And that was three months ago."

That, was the truth. Taylor's mother had been beautiful, she had been pale with blonde hair and a narrow face, and had been tall and skinny with long hair. Taylor and her mother could have been twins, the only differences being that Taylor's mom had had bright green eyes, and Taylor had her fathers bright blue eyes. Except, her fathers once bright blue eyes, were no longer bright.

"I was thinking of Britain."

I thought about it for a second, "Yeah, that could work. I mean, we have been planning on going there since we were 15... And it's not like we couldn't pay for it, I mean, my mom suggested we go somewhere like that this summer anyways. And I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind us stowing away in his hotel the whole summer."

There was a ghost of a smile on her face, "I guess it's official. We're going to Britain."

And that's exactly what we did.

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