Pearl White ~A One Direction FairyTale~

You think you know how the story goes. Snow White meets some dwarves, eats an apple, falls asleep, gets kissed by a prince and lives happily ever after.

If only my life were that simple. My name's Pearl. Pearl White. And unfortunately for me, I'm never even going to get to meet my prince. Because his name is Liam Payne, and he's a member of the boy band One Direction.

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12. Family

"Hey, did you have to share the plot with Liam earlier?" asks Allen, smirking.

"Yeah, so what? He's actually a lot nicer now," I defend him.

"Coming from the girl who proclaimed he was an arsehole," snorts Twitch.

"Can you feel the love tonight," sings Thom, smiling.

"Oh don't go on about it," I grouch. "He's just a regular person and we got off to a bad start. Maybe we'll be friends after all."

"You'd better stay just friends," warns Charlie. "If you're caught in a relationship with him, you lose your privileges."

I snort.

"I don't want to be more than friends," I insist.

Yeah right, signs Oliver, reading everyone's lips.

Even you? I sign back. His lips curl into a smile.

Harry sighs.

"I don't think he's that bad of a guy, honestly. We were talking earlier, he seemed rather polite."

Smithy adds,

"He was also really concerned when he'd heard about your head."

"That's enough guys," I say firmly. "My love life is staying just that- mine. And come on guys, he's Liam Payne. What would he do with a homeless chick like me?"

"You're forgetting that you both come from the same world," mentions Charlie, matter-of-factly.

"How do you know that?" I ask, suspiciously. "Just because my step mother was rich doesn't mean-"

"We saw the Vogue article in your bag. We've known who you were all along. Still doesn't change anything about you, you're still the Pearl we've known all along," says Harry.

He's right, signs Oliver.

"Even with your fringe like that," Allen mentions. I sigh.

"I need a haircut. What else is new. But thanks guys, for not judging me."

"Thanks for believing in us," says Smithy. He sits down on his mattress and the springs squeal under his weight.

"I'm not going to be here much longer," he says quietly. "I've managed to secure a job for grief counseling. It pays pretty nicely, enough that I've put my savings towards a new apartment So I'll be leaving soon. You all are welcome to visit, of course," he adds, timidly.

The room is silent. Then, all of a sudden, Twitch roars and slaps him on the back.

"You DOG! How could you not tell us this before?" Allen joins in. "Congrat, man!"

Nice work! signs Oliver, and Smithy signs back, a tad sloppily,

Thanks you.

I give Smithy a big hug.

"I'm so proud of you!" I wipe a tear from my eye and sniff. "Guys, just so you know, I've believed in all of you. I know the staff calls you the Hopeless Seven and everything, but I've been calling you all the Hopeful Seven in my mind. You never give up and it's really amazing to see."

"Hear, hear!" yells Charlie.

"Hold on-" says Twitch. "I stole some Fanta a while back; let's have a small celebration, I'll go grab some paper cups-"

"Twitch!" I say, in mock disapproval, and when he stares at me, somewhat dejected, I can't help myself. I laugh, and it takes over my entire body. We all begin to laugh, and it feels like the first time that I'm free. Truly free from the pain I've felt for such a long time. I'm inspired by these people that others call the Hopeless Seven. 

After the impromptu party slows down, Allen calls me over to his desk.

"I've been working on drawing more tattoo designs and sketching recently," he says, somewhat shyly.

"Yeah?" I say, excited.

"Yeah," he replies. "Do you think you could have a look? You seem to be design oriented, taking the fashion college night school and stuff."

I leaf through some of the sketches. A koi fish, winding around, twisting into multiple colors. A deformed, New School cartoon. Black and white sketches of portraits and animals. I come to a final design. A loose rose that looks like its been made out of tissue paper, elegant and delicate. I gasp.

"I designed that for you," Allen says, his eyes searching my face for approval.

"Allen, it's perfect. You're so versatile," I add. "Where do you come up with all of this talent?"

He points at his head. 

"They're just in here, trying to get out," he says sheepishly. 

"You're so talented," I gush. "You absolutely need to open your own parlor, you're amazing!"

"Thanks, but I have a lot of improving to do," he says, humbly. "I also am working to come up with the funds. I've saved a good chunk," Allen says, proudly. I smile at him.

"You're amazing. You truly are. Promise me that you'll do that rose at the nape of my neck when you do get your own tattoo shop, pretty please?"

"I'll see what I can do. No promises, though, don't count your chickens before they hatch." I roll my eyes at him. 

"You have to believe, Allen." He waves his hands.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. In the meantime, I'm slaving away at my part-time."

Twitch stops at that.

"Guys, I forgot to tell you, I actually did get a part time job!" he yells. 

"What? Twitch doing something honorable for a change?" Charlie mocks playfully, before signing the news to Oliver.

"The thief, Twitch?" adds Thom.

"Hey, that's not fair guys, you were supportive of Smithy-"

"We're just kidding, Twitch," says Harry, smiling, amused.

"That's great news," I say, smiling as well. It seems that the Hopeless Seven isn't so Hopeless after all.

I still need to figure out how to get a job, signs Oliver. Charlie shakes his head.

You'll find one somewhere, replies Charlie.

Don't worry, I sign. Everything will work out.

Oliver nods, and smiles.

"I'd also like to take this moment to announce that I've been sober for a full six months," adds Harry, positively beaming.

"I'm still having trouble with gambling," mumbles Thom embarrassedly.

"We're all getting there," I offer. "I still have a restraining order on my head, after all."

"When's your court thing?"

"In like, three weeks." My nose wrinkles as I frown in an effort to try to remember the date. "Hold on, let me check the date. It's..." I pause as I check, "March 30th."

"I'll be there," offers Smithy.

"And I!" says Thom.

"Me too," says Twitch.

I'm coming, signs Oliver.

"I'm not missing it," adds Charlie.

"You'd actually have to bar the doors to prevent me from coming," says Harry, dramatically.

"And me as well," says Allen.

"Guys, guys, this isn't a regular court case," I say. "It's really just a hearing. Which means it's going to be a mudslinging fest, since there doesn't need to be evidence approved of ahead of time."

"Oh," says Smithy, and the others look upset as well.

"You can come," I say, backtracking, "but it won't be nice."

"That's ok," says Thom. "Most of us have had our fair share of cases. We'll stand by you." The others nod their agreement, and I burst into tears again.

This is the family I haven't had since Papa's death. Bickering, loving, supporting family. Loud, rambunctious family.

A rap on the door jerks my thoughts back to earth.

"Quiet up in there, we're getting complaints from the rooms downstairs. You're much too loud."

"Sorry," calls Smithy.

"Bedtime," says the voice sternly, and like children, we silently comply with discreet giggles climbing into our bunk beds.


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