World's Apart (1D Fan Fiction)

She is the daughter of the most powerful drug dealer in Mexico.
They are One Direction.
Who would have thought that they'd ever meet? But they do. Sent on a mission to London, Frankie runs into the boys, but however much she tries to get rid of them, they don't want to let go that easily. The boys could blow her cover and the world could find out what her father is doing. With a life full of lies, murderers and drugs, Frankie hasn't got time for love, but it's the love for the boys that makes her choose - her family or One Direction?


6. Chapter 5

For the first time in as long as I can remember I don’t have any nightmares; it’s just a peaceful, dreamless sleep. When I slowly wake up I think I must still be asleep because the first thing I register is that my head is in someone’s lap, my hair being stroked softly. My eyes flash open and I see Liam just above me, and now I know I’m dreaming. I squeeze my eyes shut again. Last I remember I was on the plane flying to London...  Holy Crap. It all comes back; Being chased by Security, being hidden by the boys, and then getting mobbed by the paparazzi. What am I thinking? Why am I in an apartment with One Direction? I need to get out of here and do what I came to do.

  I open my eyes and see Liam watching the TV, his hand absentmindedly stroking my hair. I want to stay like that a bit longer, it feels so right, but then Liam looks down. “Oh, you’re awake love.”

  I nod and sit up. It’s dark outside now, “What time is it?”

  “About eleven o’clock at night,”

  My eyebrows shoot up, “How long was I asleep?”

  “Five hours or so,” I look worried, but he adds, “It’s just the jet lag messing with your body.”

  I nod and suddenly my stomach growls loudly. I laugh, “I think I’m hungry.” I look around and see Zayn asleep on the sofa, Harry playing on his phone and Niall flicking through the channels on TV. Everyone seems to have calmed down a lot since last time I saw them. I laugh at the thought and get off the sofa, padding in the kitchen. I find Louis sitting at the breakfast bar, eating ice cream straight from a huge tub with a spoon. I tip my head to the side as I watch him. “Comfort eating?”

  Louis’ head snaps up, noticing me for the first time. He gives me a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Hey Francesca.”

  “Ergh,” I shudder, “Please don’t call me that – I hate the name.”

  “So you’d rather have a boy’s name?”

  “It’s not just a boy’s name.” I say indignantly. I open the first cupboard that I come to and find the cereal. It takes a few more tries to find the milk, bowls and cutlery, but eventually I sit down with my coco pops opposite Louis. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.


  I can tell it’s a lie, so I say, “We both know that it’s not nothing; what happened to hyper Louis?” he just shrugs, not meeting my eye. I suddenly notice something I should have realised earlier, “Where’s Eleanor?”

  Louis finally looks up with sad, puppy dog eyes, “She’s gone to see her family for a week, I haven’t seen her in months and now she’s gone again.”

  I feel a pang in my chest when he looks at me like that. I move around the table and sit next to him. “It’s okay Lou, you’ll see her again in a week, you’ve gone this long so I’m sure you can last a week.”

  He faces me and pulls me into a hug, but not so bone-crushing this time. “I juts don’t like never seeing her.”

  I don’t really know what to do with myself, so I pat him awkwardly on the back – I’m not used to being all sentimental. I don’t think Louis is either. “But you still make it work, right? You definitely have something good if you can go without seeing each other for months and still be together.”

  “Thanks Frankie,” He sniffs.

  “Come on.” I take his hand and pull him back into the living room and down onto the sofa next to Liam.

  I look up at the TV Niall suddenly stops on a channel. A Newsreader appears on the screen and we just catch the words, “over to Katelyn for the entertainment news.”

  The screen switches to a woman with short black hair, “Thank you Eileen. Today world famous boy band One Direction arrived back in England after their American Tour.” A photo of the boys coming out of the airport flashes up on screen and Niall jumps up.

  “It’s us!”

  Zayn jumps at Niall’s shout, having just been woken up. “Dammit Niall,” He mumbles, still sleepy. “We’re always on TV; I thought you’d got used to it.”

  “I look terrible,” says Harry. I look around to see he’s woken up too.

  “Yeah you do.” I agreed teasingly.

  “Don’t start that again.” He says, his voice croaky with sleep.

  “Frankie,” Louis says, “It’s you.”

  “What?!” I look at the TV and I see a picture of me on the screen. I have the scarf and sunglasses over my face, so it’s not too obvious that it’s me, but my blond hair flows out behind me.

  “-they arrived at their apartment with a mysterious girl who appears to want to keep her identity a secret. Who is she? Where has she come from? And the question all the fans want to answer to; is she dating any of the boys? One Direction hasn’t responded to any of the comments yet.” He report moves on to another story, but I stare at the screen in shock.

  “No, no, no.” I shake my head, trying to shake the words from my ears. “There going to find me!” I bury my head in my hands, despite my glasses digging into the palms of my hands. I need to keep a low profile, but so far I’ve managed to be chased by Security and now I’ve been photographed with one of the most famous boy bands in the world! Okay, so they don’t know it’s me, but it’s only a matter of time before they figure it out.

  “Er... Frankie?” A hesitant voice asks.

  My head snaps up, frustrated. “What?”

  Niall points to the TV screen. The Entertainment News must have finished because the main Newsreader is back. “- and in other news a girl was caught on camera running through Heathrow today after handing in a false passport.” A burry picture of my running past Passport Control appears on the screen. “So called ‘Lola Swan’ has baffled Heathrow Security by managing to give them the slip and seemingly disappearing. The government has accused security measures at Heathrow of not being tight enough after this possibly dangerous criminal has escaped Border Control. National Security have apologised and have promised a full enquiry into what went wrong meanwhile the search for this teenage girl goes on. Police are urging the public to come forward with any information they might have.” The reporter moves on to another news story, but I sit silent for a minute, thinking it over.

  Suddenly an unexpected giggle leaves my mouth. All the boys turn to stare at me. I shrug, smiling at them, “You’ve got to think it’s funny – they have two news stories right after each other, both about me, and they don’t even know it.”

  They continue to stare until Louis snaps out of it, shaking his head in disbelief. “They’ve got National Security looking for you, and all you can do is laugh?”

  I shrug, “Do you want me to sit around and cry about it? Anyway, I’m quiet proud; I’m the teenage girl who got passed National Security.”

  “You’re a strange girl Frankie.” Zayn looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, but he laughs at my offended expression.

  “But, they’re going to figure out it’s you eventually aren’t they?” Liam sounds worried.

  “Yeah, but I won’t be here long enough to find me.”


  “Well, I can’t stay here.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because they’re stupid, but not that stupid; at some point the paparazzi will get a good picture and they’ll figure out who I am.” They don’t look convinced, so I add. “Do you want to be caught harbouring a fugitive?”

  “But where will you go?”

  I look over at Louis, and shrug. “I’ll find a buy a flat somewhere and get a job, like I was going to in the first place.”

  “But won't the police find you?”

  I sigh, “Enough with the buts already, I can look after myself.”

  They all open their mouths to argue with me, but a phone starts ringing. It’s not coming from any of the boys’ phones, but I spot my bag lying by the door. I jump up and grab it, cursing myself for having not checked it earlier. The dolls still there, thank god, but the phone in the pocket of the bag starts ringing, but I’m worried, because only a few people have the number, and the ones that do aren’t meant to contact me unless it’s an emergency. I glance at the caller ID. Viiii!!

  What’s Violet calling me for? I quickly answer the phone, straightening up. “Vi?”

  “Oh my god Frankie what the hell happened?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She sounds almost hysterical, “What do I mean?!” She shrieks. I hold the phone further away from my ear, earning strange looks from the boys’, who I ignore. “I mean, how come you are wanted by the English Police?!”

  My eyes widen. “Damn, does Tyrone know?”

  “No, thank heavens.” I breathe out in relief, but she carried on, “I was watching the news for One Direction stuff, but I saw the girl running through the airport, and I just knew.”

  “I was watching as well-”

  “Well what happened?!”

  “I don’t know, we knew they’d be stricter with security here, but I guess I was lucky.” I don’t dare say anything more than that because I’m aware of the boys listening to every word.

  “Lucky?” I can hear the laugh in her voice, “You know that you could have gotten out of there with your eyes closed, but the point is; what are you going to do now? I mean, you can’t go to your hotel, and they’re going to be looking for you, so it’s going to be harder to get the drugs to the guy-”

  I can tell she’s just rambling out of worry, so I cut her off. “Vi, I know.” She breathes deeply, calming down. “Look, I’ll figure it out, but Tyrone can’t find out, promise me you won't tell him.”

  “Of course I won't. It’s a secure line, so he won't have any record of this conversation. Where are you now?” I contemplate whether or not to tell her; she’s my best friend and I know she won't tell anyone on purpose, but she’s in danger just knowing something that could get her into trouble. Vi seems to know what I’m thinking because she says, “Frankie, you know I’m in danger just talking to you - heck, I’m in danger just by knowing you – so just tell me already.”

  “Okay fine.” I give in, “You know the report on One Direction they did just before me?”

  “Yes, but what’s that got to do with anything?” I can just imagine her tapping her foot impatiently.

  “Well, that girl that was on there?”

  I hear an intake of breath. “Oh. My. God. You have to kidding me?”


  “Frankie?!” She screeches, “Okay, as jealous as I am right now - WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!”

  I wince and I can hear someone chuckle behind me, so I turn to glare at Harry, who just laughs more. It’s a mark of how serious the situation is that Vi isn’t fangirling. “Vi, look, I ran into them at the airport, and they won't leave me alone, seriously it’s not my fault.”

  “Frankie, you’re in some deep shit.”

  “I know.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  “What am I supposed to do? I’m going to leave tomorrow morning, but apart from that, I keep a low profile and get on with it.” I deliberately don’t mention what ‘it’ is.

  “Low profile? Seriously, I think it’s a bit late for that.”

  “Again – what else do you want me to do?”

  She sighs heavily, “I think all you can do is make sure the paparazzi don’t get a good shot of you.”

  I roll my eyes, but luckily she can’t see me. All this conversation has done is remind me of all the things that have done and could go wrong. I already knew not to get photographed properly. But I’m still glad she rang – she my last bit of home in this new country with well, One Direction. Which is definitely new.

  Vi finally asks, “So you’re actually with One Direction?”

  “Yeah,” I finally turn back to the boys and sit on the arm of the sofa, “I’m in their apartment. Oh, and I told Harry what I thought of him.” I glance at Harry and smirk.

  “YOU DIDN’T?!”

  I laugh, and Harry returns my smirk. “Is that your friend?” I nod in reply.

  “HARRY, I’M SO SORRY ABOUT FRANKIE!” Vi screams down the phone, then she adds, “Did he hear me?”

  “I think they heard you in Australia Vi.”

  Harry laughs and motions for the phone. I just raise an eyebrow and give him an are-you-serious? look, but he grins and snatches the phone out of my hand anyway. “Hey Vi!”

  “OMG HARRY STYLES KNOWS MY NAME!” I hear her yelling into the phone.

  I snatch the phone back off him and say, “Fun’s over Vi, I have to go. I’ll ring you again when I find a place to stay. Bye.”

  “But I was talking to-” I hang up and sigh in relief.

  “I was talking to her.” Protests Harry.

  “I know - that was the problem.”

  “Who’s Tyrone?” Asks Niall, who’d given up on the TV.

  I bite my lip. “Tyrone’s my dad.”

  “Oh.” He doesn’t really know what to say, but I don’t blame him. “So where are you going?”

  Harry suddenly jumps up, saving Niall from my exasperated response. “I have an idea!”

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