That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?

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14. And It Begins

"Hey, I heard you and Liam confirmed your relationship. Is it true?" Flora's squeaky voice sounded from behind me. I stopped walking so we could walk together.

"Well, sort of," I replied. "We haven't told many people yet."

"Considering those pictures of you snogging in the rain, I would say you don't have to tell anyone!" she snickered. I groaned, dropping my head so my chin hit my chest.

"Are you serious??"

"Oh yeah, the best one was where he was spinning you around. That was adorable. Oh, and when he picked you up. Too cute."

We had arrived to class, and everyone was staring. I had noticed that people were looking before, but I had assumed it was the pictures of Liam and I at the restaurant. In the rain, we didn't see anything. No flashes, no people, nothing.

By the end of ballet, I'd had at least 4 girls ask for a picture after class, a few mean names, and many dirty glances. I expected that, but it still didn't feel good.

My phone started to vibrate after my last class, so I picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Amelia?" It was a deep voice, and sounded familiar.

"Yes, and this is?" I replied, stopping at the door of the locker room before football.

"Oh, sorry. This is Niall. I stole your number from Liam's contacts." I had thought I had heard a slight accent in there. His voice was different over the phone.

"Hey Niall! What's up?"

"I was curious whether or not you were comin' up to Harry's party t'night. He was wonderin' if Elle was comin' too." His Irish accent was very evident now that I knew it was him.

"I might come, and Elle has been blabbing about it all night. So you better make your move now!" I said happily, hoping he would get the hint.

"Uh, what?" And he didn't. Wow. What an oblivious boy.

"C'mon Niall, I know your into Elle. I've seen they way you've looked at her. I'm not stupid. Plus, I'd rather you date her than Mr. Styles, so get your move on!"

"Is it that obvious?" He sounded embarrassed, and I laughed lightly.

"Naw, it's just that everyone falls for Elle. Don't worry at all! I have to go, see you tonight then!" He murmured a faint goodbye as I turned off my phone and stepped into the locker room.

"And here comes the ugly bitch." I heard a voice say loudly. I widened my eyes as I looked for who said it. The blonde, Savannah.


"Aren't you going to try to defend yourself? Or do you admit to it?" She snickered, her pudgy friend laughing annoyingly.

"Guess your just too scared to fight. Or just a huge skank." Jen snorted, matching her pig-like looks.

"Don't." Beezus said, standing up for me.

"What, she can't do it herself?" Savannah shot back, sneering.

"Maybe she doesn't want to stoop to your level." Ramona added.

"What's going on here?" Yvonne said, stepping forward, her curly black hair bouncing.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I said loudly, shouldering past Savannah and out of the locker room. I could feel tears threatening to well over, but I wiped them off quickly and got to the field in time.

By the time practice was over, Amelia had used up every bad name in the book. I ignored her, sticking close to those I trusted. I walked to work no problem. The problem was getting out of work.

"Ami, you need to tell us what's going on." Matt said sternly.

"I-I don't really have an answer to that." I said, awestruck my the crowd trying to get into the small building. They were all obviously Directioners, all clad with some type of shirt or jewelry with their faces plastered to them. I was forced to hide out in a spare closet until they left, which took about a half hour. By the time I could actually leave, I was an hour over my shift.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think this would happen." I apologized, after explaining what was going on.

"We made the most money we have ever made, like ever. So don't be sorry, darling!" Alicia joked, Matt agreeing.

I left shortly after, walking briskly home. I was greeted home by an excited Bear and an impatient Elle.

"I've been waiting for, like, two hours!" she exaggerated, picking up Bear and stroking her head.

"I'm sorry, I was attacked by Directioners at work. It was crazy!" I explained, sitting down tiredly.

"We have to get to Harry's. Now. They have been calling nonstop! Liam's bat shit crazy, like saying "What if she's hurt? Or Lost?" Whatever..." She went on, aggravated. Oops, I forgot I had turned off my phone.

"We should go then, huh?" I said, pulling on the dress Elle had chosen for me. Not too short, not too long. Just my taste.

"You look like a nun." She said, pulling at her own dress. I had told her it was made for prostitutes when she bought it, but she ignored me, like usual.

"At least I don't look like a stripper." I said, pointing at her outfit.

"Let's go. Now." She replied, grabbing my hand and dragging me out. We arrived just as the party was in full swing, lights throbbing and music pounding.

"Whoa. This is amazing." I gasped. Elle grinned, yelling to me over the loud music.

"Now this is a real party!"

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