Finding My Soul Mate. A 1DFanfic.

13 year old Lucy hates her life. Her older sister, Amy doesn't have a care in the world about her and her dad is a work-aholic. Without a mum in her life she has nothing better to do than run away from home, making a soul mate along her travels, Niall Horan from One Direction.

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48. Just like old times.

With a blanket huddled close to my body, I didn't want to move from the couch where I took refuge last night at around two in the morning. But my consistent ring tone made the decision for me. 

"Hello." I answered.

"Hi, what's up?" A male voice moaned through the speaker.

"You're the one who called me, so.." I trailed off, pissed because this stupid idiot woke me up and then is trying to claim that I rang him.

"Oh, right, yeah. Well bye." 

I was about to ask who is was but he hung up before I could get the words out. Now that was the weirdest 'conversation' of my life. I shrugged and walked into the kitchen. I opened up the fridge but then realised I wasn't hungry, so I closed it again. Sighing, I began to climb up the stairs. 

I checked the clock on my bedroom wall. It was seven o'clock. Seven freaking o'clock. My feet took me over to my closet. Since I got a shower last night, I didn't need to take one now. I pondered over what clothes to wear before settling on jeans and a simple top. I got changed into them and combed through my hair, not been able to style it because Amy isn't here to help. A knock on the door sounded so I literally flew down the stairs to answer it. Well not literally because I'm not a bird but you know what I mean. 

Before I opened the door, I looked through the glass panel to see if I could notice the figure. My heart rate increased as the person knocked again. I twisted the door handle and opened my front door. 

"Hey!" Zayn smiled. 

"Zayn!" I jumped at him and wrapped my arm around his neck, hugging him tightly. 

"I missed you too." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I could of dressed better or something. Where are the other's? How come you're in America and didn't tell me? I thought you were in Japan or wherever?" I asked multiple question, earning another chuckle from Zayn. 

"Can I at least come in?" He asked, smiling. I nod and move out of the way, letting him in. He walked into the kitchen so I closed the door and followed him. 

"OK so, I left the guys back at the hotel and we're in America for.. well we did a show last night but it's mostly for promotion and stuff." Zayn explains. I nod and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. 

"Want one?" I ask, looking straight at Zayn. "Please." I grabbed him a bottle too and sit down on a stool. He sits next to me and opens the bottle of water. I looked at mine and twirled it around in my hand before placing it between my legs and using my hand to twist the top off. Zayn's eyes watched my every move and he smiles at me. 

"I see you've gotten very independent."  

"Well, I have to look after myself some how." I smiled back and bring the bottle to my lips, taking a sip. Another knock sounds on the door and I sigh. "You stay here, I'll get that." I give Zayn another big smile as he walks away from me, to my front door. 

"Hey bro." I hear. Louis. It's Louis. I can tell by his voice that it's him. I shoot up from my seat and open the kitchen door. He's stood in the door way taking his shoes off and Zayn has just walked into the living room. Louis looks up and see's me stood in the kitchen door way. He doesn't say anything, he just opens his arms for me. I run down the little hall way and jump into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist causing him to stumble back but then he regains his balance again. My only arm is clinging onto his neck/shoulder as his arms hold me close to him, not letting me fall to the floor. I feel something uncomfortable move in my pants and then I remember I forgot to change my.. well.. you know what I'm taking about. I've just made this extremely awkward.. 

"How come I didn't get one of those?" Zayn asks from behind us. I unravel my legs from around my 'big brother' and stand firmly on the ground. "She loves me more." Louis teases. I shake my head and close the door which was left open. "Make yourself at home, I need to go to the loo." I speak and head upstairs. 

 

Once I've sorted myself out, I walk back down into the living room. When I get there, Louis, Zayn, Liam, Harry and Niall are all there. When the... Well alright then. 

"Just like old times." Liam chuckles as I enter the room. He stands up to hug me. I hug him back and sit down next to Harry. For no reason what so ever... Oh who am I kidding. Of course I would sit next to Harry. Don't judge me. 

"What brings you all here, may I ask?" I smile to myself. "We don't have anything to do for another six hours so we thought we'd come to see you since we haven't in like forever." Louis explains. "Alright. I don't understand how you got here without being noticed but that's doesn't matter. You have no idea how much I've missed having you around." I nearly whisper. Everyone made an 'aw' sound at me. "Shut up." I smile. "We've missed you too." Niall says from the corner. I look at him straight in his eyes and smile. I feel something inside of me but ignore the feelings as I turn back to look at the TV. It's blank. "You can put the television on, you know?" I laugh and move to grabbed the remote. I switch it on and surf through the channels. 

"Nothing. Nope. Hell no. Definitely not. No. Ah ah, oh wait." I say to myself as I turn the channel each time. All the guys laughed at me, holding there stomachs and smacking their hand on, either my couch or their thigh. I laughed along and hear the door click open. "Kid, you there?" I hear someone shout. "Living room!" I shout back. I know it's my sister. The room door opens and James walks in with a bag in his hand. He holds it up in the air, towards me as I look at him. "For me?" I ask, surprised. He nods so I get up to recieve my gift. I look in the bag to see an item of clothing. "A top?" I wonder. I get it out of the bag and hand it to James. He opens it up so I can look at it properly. "I love it, thank you!" I smile brightly as I look at the long sleeved, Tye-Dye belly top in front of me. I give him a big hug, standing on my tippy-toes because of his height. James pulls away and ruffles my hair. "You'll grow one day babe." He teases me. "Hey, no fair!" I laugh. James laughs with me and walks away, probably to find my sister.

When I turn around, all eyes are on me. My smile drops as Louis frowns at me. What's his problem? Oh. I get it. Their so dumb. "What?" I snap as their eyes stay focused on me. "Who's that?" Zayn asks. "James." I shrug. "He's a little old, don't you think?" I gasp. I can't believe they think I would even go for anyone like James. Not that he's not handsome or anything but.. No.

"For what?" I want to see where they go with this. "You." Louis joins Zayn, interrogating me on James. Instead of answering them, I burst into fits of laughter. Stomach clenching, eye watering laughter. "James.. Amy.. Together.. He's.. like brother." I laugh out. It wasn't a proper sentence but I'm sure they got it. Finally, I stop laughing, get up from the floor and sit back down next to Harry. "Did you seriously think James was my... boyfriend?" I gag at the thought of James been anything more to me than a friend. "Well when you don't introduce us and act all friendly with each other, joking around and him calling you babe, I would of thought so." Louis answer honestly. "Well, he is nothing more than a friend to me. He's been with my sister for a mouth or two. Plus you call me babe all the time!" I wipe my eyes rid of my tears of laughter. "Sorry." Zayn apologises. I nod at him and look at Louis waiting for his apology. "Sorry." He muttered. "What, I didn't hear that." I smirk. "Sorry." He says again and crosses his arms over his chest. I roll my eyes and giggle to myself. "Instead of making assumptions, ask first, yeah?" They all nod and make some kind of man grunt at me. "Watching TV is boring. Can't we play truth or dare?" Louis ask, changing his mood immediately.  We all agree and sit on the floor, in a circle. 

"Me first! Liam, truth or dare?" Louis claps his hands.

"Truth." 

"Are you still with Marissa?" 

"No. I'm not" He answer. I scowl at him. We shall be having words later.

"Alright, your turn then."

"OK, Zayn, truth or dare?" 

"Dare." He bravely answers.

"Oh, oh, oh. I've got one!" I lean over to Liam and whisper in his ear. He smiles at me and nods.

"Alright Zayn, I dare you to not smoke for two whole days." Liam speaks with a smirk. Zayn looks at me and sighs.

"OK, only for you." He sighs again. I smile at myself for making him do that.

"Lucy, truth or dare." Oh god.

"Truth." I take the easy option out.

"Who's the best singer in this room?" 

"I'm not answering that. You all have perfect voices." 

"No, you have to say one of us or face the for-fit." 

"Fine then, looks like I'm doing the for-fit."

"Send a tweet out to everyone telling them that you like to eat poop." Louis bursts out laughing at this. I grab my phone but hesitate before opening Twitter. If I see one piece of hate I will.. I don't know what I'll do. I click on Twitter and logged in anyway.

My phone went crazy with mention. I couldn't help but look at them. 

@Harry'smine: @lucyjade725 you need to back of my man you ugly skank. 

I continued to read through more. I never told anyone that I was with the guys or not. It just makes it harder for me since all of them follow me and Liam has tweeted me more than once because I has his jumper on in a picture. My followers have gone up to 6,386 and by the looks of it, the hate has gotten worse. 

@NipslipNiall: @lucyjade725 Why the fuck are you wearing MY boys jumper, what the hell

@PrincessPayne: @lucyjade725 no way! Oh My God. You're so lucky to have all the boys follow you on twitter. How did you get that?! I love you by the way please follow me back? x

I smiled at that tweet. But no matter how many positive tweets I get, the hate counts more. It ruins you, crushes you, makes you feel horrible to the point where you can't take it. Some people don't get that hate can cause people to harm themselves. Kill themselves. Ruin them. Break them. I never understood what it felt like for famous people to get so much hate. 

Until now.

Now I'm the one receiving death threats and harsh comments, people are going to ruin me, break me. 

Still, I continued reading. 

@PayneIsGain: @lucyjade725 Who the fuck even are you. Ugh. You're probably like a seven year old slut. 

@HazzaSize: @lucyjade725 Whore! your not even pretty wtf. 

 

"How long does it take to send a tweet?" Louis grins. "Hold on! It's taking ages to log in." I lie, scrolling down my mentions, reading more and more hate, getting more and more hurt. I scroll back up to the nice tweet I got and click on the girl's timeline. I followed her back and sent her a tweet. 

@lucyjade725: @PrincessPayne Never give up. 

I sent the tweet and compose my own. 

@lucyjade725: I don't understand why people send hate. It ruins people, breaks people to the point of no return. Think before you send hate. I've done nothing wrong, so don't turn on me like savage dogs.

I sent that tweet and wait for any sort of reply. My phone goes crazy again. More hate here I come.

@StylesBabe: @lucyjade725 Good, maybe you shouldn't return. no one wants you.

@Louisbaby: @lucyjade725 You've just called us fucking dogs? Seriously? Look in the mirror babe

@Liamspack: @lucyjade725 you should be ruined, broke and not return. Think about all the people you have broke by stealing Liam's jumper and hacking their accounts for follows. Pathetic piece of ugly shit.

Is this chick serious? She thinks I stole Liam's jumper. She thinks I hacked their accounts to gain follows? I sighed and searched through more of my mentions. After reading enough hate and just a few nice comments. I locked my phone and slammed it down on the living room floor. I punch at the floor with my hand as tears trickle down my cheeks. I don't even care if the boys are here. I couldn't care less anymore. I'm just a pathetic piece of ugly shit.

"Stop punching the floor!" Someone shouts but their voice seems so distant, so far. 

"Lucy!" The voice shouts again. I stop punching and burst into tears. I guess this is what I'd do if I saw any hate and I did so here I am. Punching the floor, crying, screaming. My body is lifted from the floor and placed onto something hard, but warm. 

"Shh, shh. I'm here!" I scream again and grab the person shirt. I think it's Louis but I don't know. I'm too busy been a seven year old slut. 

"Please talk to me, Lucy. What's happened?" The voice is rushed but calm. I reach for my phone and hold it out for anyone to grab. Someone takes it and I hear gasps and sniffles from around the room. I've stopped screaming but the tears are still trailing down my cold cheeks. My vision is back at full and my uncontrollable tears have come under some what control. I un-grip my tight hand from around the shirt I was holding ever so tightly and look up at the person's knee I am sat on. It is Louis. He looks me in the eyes and start to cry. "Please don't cry, Lou. I'm OK." I lie. "No, no you're not! I'm sorry for making you go on Twitter." Zayn speaks quietly. 

 

 

 

 

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine I promise. Go or you'll be late for promotion." I smile. After my outburst earlier, I sat in silence for two hours on Louis' lap. He kept asking if I wanted anything but I only shook my head, no. 

"I don't believe you but alright. I will call you after, yeah?" I knew he wouldn't believe me. To be honest I don't 100% believe myself but I will have to be alright. I can't let stupid, jealous people bother me too much. But the thing is, it bothers me more than I think it does. 

"OK, now go." I push him back so he steps out of the door. Harry, Niall, Liam and Zayn are already waiting in the car outside my house. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." He gives me one last hug and a light kiss on the top of my head. When he climbs into the car, they all wave to me and I shut the door. Unsteady breaths escape out of my mouth as I walk into the back garden. I sit on the bench near the back of my swimming pool and close my eyes, listening to the sounds around me. 

School should be fun tomorrow. I sigh and pull my phone out. The Twitter app is still on my screen as I unlock my phone. I quickly log out and let more tears blur my vision. 

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