I managed!

I'm Summer. Summer Doth. I know, weird name, but that's the least of my worries right now. I'm dating a footballer, I'm a singer, my Dad's a manager.

But the problem is who he manages.

You guessed it; One Direction.

Urggghh, right?...................................that's what I THOUGHT?

Soon enough, things change..But is it for the better?


7. Good Mood

Summer's POV


The boys then had to leave, as I needed some rest or something. I smiled at all of them one by one, before shutting them out, entering my own dreams. Or nightmares.


I was in a white room. Everything was white. No, wait, there was nothing in the room, apart from white shiney walls everywhere. I screamed, again and again, but all I heard was NOTHING! I tried banging my foot hard on the white floor, but all I got was a bleeding foot. I tried everything, until I decided to give up... But then, I saw a figure. A dark silhouette, standing still, watching me. I inched closer and closer, desperate to get out of here. That's when I noticed who the silhouette belonged to; Zayn Malik...


I woke up breathing heavily, and sweating like a maniac, so I decided to get off the bed and walk around the room. My legs ached from the fall but I managed to force them around the the bed a few times. When I finally decided to sleep, I slipped into bed, without making a noise, and soon enough I fell into a dreamless slumber.




A few days later, I was allowed to leave. My dad and the boys came to pick me up, smiles plastered on their faces.


''You okay?'' My dad mumbeled, holding me up, in case I fall.


''Dad, I'm fine. You can let go.'' I giggled, shaking my head. He nodded, before waddling off with my medication in case of a migraine. I smiled at him, and continued making my way to the car.


''Hey, Summer.'' I heard a familiar voice cry. I froze in place, before managing to talk.


''Hi, Z-Zayn.'' I stuttered, turning around to see him dressed in tight jeans and a white shirt, unbottoned at the top. I bit my lip, turning back around, and continueing to walk, faster than before.


''Wait.'' He called. I didn't think, I just stopped, obeying him. The thing I said I would never do; obey any of them. I gritted my teeth.


Well done, Sum, just well done. I thought to myself. I turned around, slowly, to find Zayn stood still. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled. He quickened his pace to match mine and walked me back to my Dad's car, without a word. I was about to get in before he spoke.


''Err, are you...okay?'' He frowned, as I got in the car.


''Yeah, I'm...fine. Just fine. And tired.'' I smiled, before waving and shutting the door. Zayn sighed, and ran off to his car, ordering the boys to get in. I smiled to myself, just as my dad started the car.


When we arrived at home, I jumped out of the car, and skipped to the house. I was excited to be home at last, but I was kinda scared. Most people would be rushing in to see their mum crying in happiness or excitment to see their daughters; but I'm rushing in to see no one. No one is going to be happy to see me, because no one IS going to see me. It IS hard having no mum, just you try. My dad was with me in the hospital the whole time, so no excitment there. I opened the door, as the silence crept around in my head, creepily. I shuddered, walking slowly up to my room.


This was going to be a hard night. I jumped into bed, not bothereing to change into anything, and just fell asleep straight away, thinking of mum, our new album, one direction, but mostly Zayn, believe it or not.


I woke up next to morning, feeling a whole lot better than last night. I stretched, before remembering that I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and they smelt of hospitals, which is never a good smell in the morning. I ripped my clothes off, before jumping in the shower, letting the warm water soothe me once again. Soon enough, I jumped back out of the shower, running to my wardrobe and picking out some clothes. I chose to wear a pink plain t-shirt tucked into a jean skirt. I blow dried my hair, and threw it into a high pony tail. I smiled in the mirror, then ran downstairs, looking at the clock on my way.




I shrugged, before skipping into the kitchen. I was in a good mood for some reason, but when I actually came into the kitchen, I remembered our loved visitors.


One Direction!


I sat down, wolfing down a few pancakes, as I got up to leave again, without another word.

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