#BestMatesGirl [A #TG Sequel]

Two months has passed since Ally was branded as the elusive #TargetGirl. Two months has passed since she met One Direction. Ally Khrystn Sophia Wyatt is now dating one of Britain's heart-throbs, Liam Payne of One Direction and life couldn't get more perfect.
And well, it doesn't.
Now Ally couldn't get over the feelings she ignored. The feelings she could not act upon.
Her feelings for Harry could end One Direction. Could end her relationship with Liam.
Harry returns from his vacation in the Carribeans following his break-up with superstar Taylor Swift. He's unsure of why Liam isn't his normal self. Why is he pissed at a signal word of Ally? Why doesn't he want Harry and Ally in the same room?
And to make matters worse, Taylor Swift releases a hit single that just might shed some light on their sudden break-up. Tensions arise as friendships and loyalty are put to the test
#BestMatesGirl dwells on the trend started worldwide as the entire world discovers a hidden secret within the band.


11. D-date?


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Ally’s POV


As I entered the living room, I was running lines in my head, only coming to a stop when I spotted only two people in the living room besides myself, not three.

The spot next to Nathan where a certain someone was supposed to be was empty and Will was giving me one of those sympathetic looks that one gave to a fried before telling them their pet dog died or that they’d flushed their favourite goldfish accidentally down the toilet.

Nathan however was glaring in the general direction of the front door as if Tom had abruptly stood up and rushed out the door with a simple, “Well, gotta go.”

“He left, didn’t he?” I asked the obvious, my shoulders slumped in defeat.

Will nodded slightly, forcing a reassuring smile that was as unwelcome as the sight of my mother.,

I didn’t need his pity or anyone else’s for that matter.

“He… he had an errand to run, Als,” Nathan forced out an explanation. “He feels … uh… bad for ditching.,”

I chuckled dryly at my cousin. “No he didn’t Nate. He literally must ‘a run outta the door.” I sighed. “Why’s he being like this?”

Both Will and Nate shared a shrug.

“Don’t know, the bloke didn’t mention anything at all,” Nate turned down the volume of the telly as new castle got a goal in before half time.

“He didn’t say anything?” I asked as I grabbed my phone and flipped it playfully in my palm.

“No, he didn’t,” will supplied.

“Come Als,” Nate patted the spot beside him. “Sit. We can watch American football if you want.”

I smiled at him, knowing how detestable he thought American football was.

He was trying.

“Nah, it’s okay,” a sigh of relief escaped him as I said the words. “Have a couple of calls to make.” I started for the balcony and shut the glass door behind me.

 As the quite London midnight traffic sounded off in the distance followed by the loud noise of clubs bustling with music, I dialled Tom’s number.

I tapped my fingers on the railing as the ringing started.

Bringgggg BBrrriiiiiinggggg  

Bringgggg BBrrriiiiiinggggg  

Bringgggg BBrrriiiiiinggggg  

I resorted to clucking my tongue against teeth as I waited.

Ten horrendous rings later, Tom still hadn’t picked up, leading me to conclude that he was avoiding me.

I mean, c’mon the guy was literally glued to his phone minute ago before his disappearing act.

“Pick up Tom. Pick up!” I muttered against my breath. “Pick up the bloody phone.”

My teeth started chattering as the first signs of London chill hit me.

Finally I remembered my outfit of choice.

Pyjama bottoms with a sleeveless tee. Definitely not cold weather wear.

Another six rings followed by his now irritating voice telling me to leave a message after the beep.

I hung up with an exaggerated hard press of the end call button.

I sighed, rushing my fingers through my now astrew brown locks.

Counting my breaths silently to ten I waited.

Waited for Tom to get the sense of calling me and apologizing for a number of things, beginning with his hang up.

Ten breaths later, no ring.

I dialled his number again.

This happened twice.

Calling. No pick up. Waiting. No call.

Again and again I called and there was no British voice on the other end saying anything other than the pre-recorded, “Hey, it’s T.P –laughter- okay, it’s Tom, you know what to do, you ignorant prick.

I groaned as the message replayed the third time [or was it the fourth?].

Now he was an ignorant prick and a prat. And a tosser. And an absolute arse.


@AllyKhrystN: Answer the phone @TomTheWanted or you’ll be forced to get a new # by tomorrow!!!


Again I dialled the same number.

Bringgggg BBrrriiiiiinggggg  

Bringgggg BBrrriiiiiinggggg  

Bringgggg BBrrr--

I was just about to hang up when the same British accent I’d been forced to listen to for the last thirty minutes says, “Okay… Okay, I give up! I give up, Als!”

The anger I’d been building up for the past thirty minutes and having to stand up in the freezing cold night boiled over.

“You ignorant, selfish, arrogant, good for nothing prick! Why were you not answering the phone?”

Right then I didn’t care if the entire city heard me.

I was frozen to the bone, I had a really off putting day, and right now, I didn’t need the drama I was going through.”

He chuckled lightly. “Whoa there Als! Calm down!”

“Calm down? Calm down? You’re asking me to calm down after I’ve been standing in the freaking cold, winter night trying to bloody call you?”

His chuckles stopped. “What do you mean in the cold? Are you outside right now? Why are you outside? You’re suppose to be inside Als, not outside catching a freaking cold or getting hypothermia.”

“I’m outside because I don’t want will and Nate eavesdropping, you dim-witted twat!”

“Well, go inside for crying out loud!” he hissed.



“No. I’ve suffered through thirty minutes of this; another ten won’t make a difference.”

“Another ten and you’ll be a frozen popsicle Als. Get inside or I’m coming over.”

“Oh coming over, aye? That’s funny, considering that you were nearly tripping over yourself as you tried to rush out the door the minute I walk in. that’s quite hard to believe.”


“No. No. You don’t get to tell me what to do after ignoring me like a plague for the last coupla weeks.”

I groaned out in frustration.

“Als… i….”

“I what, huh? You what Tom?” I sighed again. “I can’t understand you Tom. What’s going on? First you’re my friend then you brush me off ten you say everything’s fine. But just last week you bloody hung up on me for some unknown reason and now you’ve basically sprinted off out of the house. Suddenly you’re all worried I’ll catch a cold tom. It’s hot and cold with you. I don’t know what… why is this happening? Did I do something wrong?”

The tears streaming down my face was a new occurrence.

I kept the snivelling to myself yet somehow he heard it.

“Als, please don’t… don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry,” he sighed. “It’s all my fault. You did nothing wrong.”

I wiped away the tears, trying to compose myself.

“You’re sorry?” I asked, voice scratchy as a shiver ran through me form the harsh coldness.

“Yeah, I am,” Tom’s voice was sincere and apologetic.


“Okay, Als... How 'bout a clean slate?" Tom asked.

“A clean slate?" I asked.

“Uh huh... That way we can go back to the way we were."

I thought it over.

A clean slate would be good. A clean slate would be great. A clean would be awesome, except....

"No," I said into my phone. "You can't get off that easy."

"Awww... c'mon Als. I already said I was sorry. What more do you want?"


"What do you think makes up for all the suffering you put me through?"

"I didn't really make you suffer, now did I Als?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay... How 'bout this? I take you on a date?"

"A d-date?" I asked.

"Not really a date date which results in your boyfriend killing me, but a hang out friend type of date," he answered.

"Fine, but you're paying for everything."


"...And you are not gonna be complaining a bit."

"No complaining, got it."

“When is it anyway?" I asked.

“How ‘bout tomorrow?”

“Okay. Pick me up from Louis and Eleanor’s address. Kay?”

“Yea. Liam’s not gonna mind, right?”

“Nah. Not at all.”

I hung up just as a text came through.


We need to talk.


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