On tour with One Direction

I always dreamed of performing. I use to have my hair brush glued to my hand as a child, singing my favorite songs in the mirror, making up dance moves to every song that came out.

Now I'm doing it in front of millions of people, only this time, I'm doing it with One Direction.


19. So Beautiful, Yet so hurt


I'm doing this one in Harry's POV  so just try not to get confused because Harry's about to come home extremely drunk.


"I think that's enough, mate. Go on home now." The bartender said to me, I waved him off. I was pretty drunk, I should probably walk home. I just barely made it to my front door, it was late and I hoped she was sleeping. I walked in and seen a little note on the kitchen table, 'Your supper is in the oven.'  She made supper? She's a very swell cook, I wonder what she made.

I opened the oven and lazily smiled at the meal that was awaiting me. I cleaned my plate and left it on the table while  I went into my room to change. I crept in as I had forgotten that she was sleeping in there,  she looked very comfortable at least I hope she was, it was a 1300 dollar bed. I giggled whenever I dropped my phone, and  took my shirt off. I stumbled into my closet as I tried to take my pants off while walking, you can't take your pants off while walking, Harry.

"Harry?"  I looked back and seen her starting to sit up in the bed, rubbing her eyes and staring at me. I turned around with my pants at my ankles and no shirt on my body, making me laugh. "Are you drunk?" She asked and got out of the bed. She looked behind her and then looked outside the door.

"What are you looking for?" I asked and mimicked her actions by looking out the door too. 

"Just wondering if  you took someone home with you, I would've left if you did." She said in her funny Canadian accent. "What are you doing, it's way too late." She said and sat at the end of the bed. I stared at her, something about her becoming very interesting. "At least put some clothes on." She groaned and laid back on the bed, her legs still hanging off the end.

I laughed a little and pulled a shirt over my head and a pair of shorts. "Better?" I asked and twirled around.

"Defiantly." She said as she laid on her side. "Why are you so drunk?" She asked, "Do you do this often?" I nodded my head and sat beside her. "Why?" 

"Because, I can." I slurred and laid on my side like she was, it was very comfy. "Do you always ask this many questions?" She nodded her head and I giggled. 

"I never got to thank you for saving me last night." She said and pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and hugging it to her head, it was very cute the way she looked at me. "So thank you, I'm sure we all know what would've happened if you didn't help me." She sighed, "Some men are just disgusting." 

"I agree." She smiled at me. I don't know why, but I wanted to start a fight with her. Something inside me wanted her to fight with me, just for me to make it up to her. "My turn." I  said and she looked confused. "Your mum paid for you to get picked, didn't she?" 

"Excuse me?" She said, clearly offended. "I entered that contest and hoped and dreamed I would get picked, don't be  a fucking prick." She said and stood up from the bed. "You're literally so drunk, go to bed." 

"I am in bed." I said in a cocky voice and she shrugged and started to walk out of the room. I didn't want her to stop yelling at me so I followed her, well stumbled after her. "You're just a spoiled brat that doesn't like it when she g-gets her own way." I smiled at myself when I seen her stiffen up at the end of my hallway, but soon regreted it when she turned around.

"Listen here you piece of shit." She said, walking closer to me. "I got my first job when I 12 years old, why? Because my mom had  a hard time trying to keep a roof over my head so I got a job so I could buy my own things without her having to." She pushed me, I almost  fell over. "Second, get some shit straight before you come in my fucking face thinking and acting like you know me. I am not a brat nor am I spoiled." Her teeth were clenched together as she looked me in the eyes, her face was inches away from mine.

"You smell like  a fucking beer factory!" She screamed in my face.  "Third!" She yelled, "My dad was an abusive drunk that only cared about where he was going to get money for his next drink, he stole the money that I was saving up to go and see you guys in concert!"  Ouch. "Just so he could get drunk for the weekend,  so fuck you Harry." 

She went to walk away  but I grabbed her hand and spun her  around, she came so close to me that I could lay my forehead on hers. My eyes closed and my jaw tensed, "Hit me." I said to her, "Punch me." 

"I don't want to punch you Harry, I want you to understand." She said in a whisper. I had her arms above her head and I opened my eyes, the moon light that came in threw my  window lite up her face.  "You need to  go to sleep Harry." She said my name with such an innocence  and I craved her. My hands went to her hips and I lifted her up my wall, I was angry and I wasn't exactly  sure why. 

"Yell at me." I said to her and she looked at me, almost like she was scared. "Tell me how much you hate me." 

"You're a fucking prick." She seethed and tried to get of my grip, but I dug my fingers into her full thighs. "I'm not telling you that I hate because I know you're just going to get mad." 

"Say. It" I said in parts, my nose brushed her lips. 

"You fucking disgust me." She spat out and my head rolled back in pleasure at those words. "Now let me down, I'm tired." My lips connected with her neck, I'm not sure if it's the alcohol  or if I actually wanted her. She slapped me, making me moan out loud, "fuck off." She said and I kept going. "I fucked your best friend, what the fuck are you doing?" 

I stopped, looking up at her threw my lashes. "Why Niall, and not me?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, "Because you're a selfish fucking asshole and he was my roommate and he actually gave a shit about me. Or so I thought." She looked away from me.

My blood boiled at her words, "I'm not selfish?" I said to her and she rolled her eyes, laughing. 

"I walked up to you twice whenever that guy was being a douche bag, you walked away the first time and you were about to walk away again until I slid down you. You pushed me and told me to go away the first night I fucking met you?" She looked so sad. I dropped her body down a little, my hands at the back her thighs as I held on to her and pressed my body into her. "Harry, you're drunk and you don't know what you're doing or who you're doing it to okay? Let me down and go to bed, I'm not a girl that you took home from the bar." 

"That's not what I think of you." Her fingers were playing with the back of my hair and she didn;t even  realize she was doing it. Her long dark fell in front of her eyes and she pushed it back, "I think that I could love you harder than Niall." She squinted her eyes at me.

"Yeah well Niall cheated on me,  so it's not that hard to 'love me more.'" She scuffed and tried to get down again. "Harry,   I'm tired, please." She begged. 

"Only if you sleep with me." 

"Sleep with you how? In the same bed, or in the same  sheets?"  

"In my bed, I'm a very lonely man." I tried to explain to her.

"I know." I looked at her, how does she know? I don't even talk to her.  She sighed and ran her fingers threw her hair as she finally nodded, "Anything to get me off this fucking wall." I slid her down slowly, our noses brushing together and she waited no time at all getting away from me and walking into the bedroom. I followed her and collasped beside her, my arms reached  for her but she  shoved me off and hugged herself to the inside wall. I whined, she told me to fuck off. 

I soon fell asleep hugging my pillow because she wouldn't pay attention to me.


I woke up sweating, I don't really remember falling asleep. I'm on my back and I feel pressed down, I rub my eyes and I look around the room until I find the source. Braelynn's laying on top of me with her arms under her and her legs trapping one of mine, her face is red and I touch her forehead, she's got a fever. I touch her back lightly and she almost burns my hand, I just lay back and let her sleep. 

I move the hair that fell in front of her face and put it all to the side. She's got very long and thick hard, it's almost like weight, no wonder she complains about having headaches so much.  I sigh as I stare at her, I'm such a dick to her I just can't help it. 

I'm playing with the ends of her hair and I don't even realize until she moves her head and my hand goes with it, she starts moaning in her sleep and moving around. She makes it very hard to contain yourself, especially after last night as I remember her slapping me. Why did I even start a fight with her? I shake my head and try to move her off me but she  has a grip around me and I figure that maybe I should I just let her stay there, she looks comfortable. 

I sigh, what I am doing to her? I'm such a dick, not even just to her, to a lot of girls. I pull my hair as I think back to the first time I met her, I wanted to be nice, but I just couldn't. Her face nuzzles into my chest and my heart breaks, she's got a very high effect on me. "Harry?" Her voice kind of startles me and I look down at her, her blues eyes staring at me. 

"Hmm?" I ask.

"I don't feel good." She says and cuddles up into my neck, I put my hand on her back to steady her. The heat coming from her is almost burning my neck.

"I know, you have a bad fever." I whisper to her. I move to the side and let her fall beside me, she's quick to move herself close to me again, pulling her arms around herself and cuddles back into me. Her face is close to my neck and her body pressed against mine. I move my fingers through her hair and she gently falls back asleep, I can't help myself as I bring my lips to her forehead and kiss it.

What the hell. 

When I said that she's going for an interview in New York, I didn;t mean like... in two days, I meant in two weeks... bad writing at four in the morning. Fuck insomnia anyway, just letting all know that I CARE! I care about everything you guys think, I care about what you guys have to say about the characters! I just care about everything! I love hearing your guys ideas! it helps to motivate me whenever you say your ideas, weather it's to the people that kik me or even just leave comments. ♥ xxbella [ merry christmas my beautiful babies, & happy holidays! i love you all so much]


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