Reach For Me (1D Fanfic)

Sleepy Thoughts

Chapter six! finally. Im really excited about this chapter, So tell me what you think!

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~~~~Shaunee's pov~~~~

  "Jaammie!?!?..." I yell as i slam the door to my crappy old apartment, i share it with my best friend Jamie Andrews. And yes, hes a guy. But before you start with the whole "Boys and girls shouldn't live together" crap. You should know hes gay. Plus i just love him to pieces and you have absolutely no say in my life whatsoever. So... Yea. (A/N whoa!;) feisty!)

 Wandering further into the building, i drop my keys onto the marble counters of my kitchen (The only slightly nice thing in this dump) and sigh when i get no answer from Jamie, realizing i'm all alone. Well, pooh. I'm dying to tell Jamie all about my little run in with One direction.

  Sinking down onto the worn, sad looking, leather couch laying slumped in our living room, i run my hands through my hair and stare at the blank wall. Silently cursing Jamie for not being here. My thoughts wander as my hand unwillingly reaches for my purse. Switching from the wall, my eyes now stare at the simple black bag and i contemplate whether or not to open it. Oh, what the heck I tell myself and fling it open. Pushing aside some gum and my wallet, i pull out the thin red and blue material laying inside. Louis' superman boxers.

  I still cant comprehend that I, Shaunee Young, actually stole Louis Tomlinson's boxers. Now, that's a story to tell your kids. Lightly laying out the boxers beside me -as if they're some priceless artifact- I once again reach inside my purse, pulling out my iPhone. I hold it lightly in my hands, scanning over the tiny signatures scrawled messily over the blue and purple phone case. I read each one slowly.

Niall Horan...

Zayn Malik...

Liam Payne...

Harry Styles...

  I stop at Harry's signature, glaring down at the curved lettering as if just looking at his name could cause him extreme pain. (Oooh that rhymed!) Oh how i wish.. (A/N see what i did there?) I sigh, moving on and looking for Louis' signature.

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  ...

  Wait a second...

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 My eyes widen in the realization that the signature isn't there. It isn't freaking there. He must not have gotten a chance to sign it with all the craziness... My heart sinks to my butt as i cant help but feel sad. Maybe i could go back and ask for it again? No. I immediately brush off the idea, not wanting to seem like some creepy stalker. And, i mean, they kicked me out... Or, Harry kicked me out. Jerk. I guess i'll just have to deal with it.

Abandoning my things on the couch, i pad softly down the narrow, maroon painted hallway and into my room. Changing out of my uniform and into an over-sized t-shirt of Jamie's, i quickly brush my teeth and slide into my fluffy warm bed. At least i have his boxers. I tell myself as i slowly drift off to sleep.