Living with One Direction

Chapter Eleven~ Near fights, Directioners and late night kissing

*Warning* Various Clarry moments ahead

Clara POV

I wake up as I hear loud screaming coming from downstairs. I threw off my cover and went towards the screaming. Once I reach the bottom the screaming seemed to be coming from the living room. I walk in as I see Louis and Harry yelling at each other. "It's your fault!" Screamed Harry.

 "No it's not it's you're the one who left her alone," said Louis as Zayn holds him back from attacking Harry.

 "What's going on here?" I say as they all turn to me. I see both of their eyes soften when they focus on me. 

"Well?" I asked.

 "Their fighting about what happened at the dance" Liam said as he walked in looking at his phone.

 "Why?" I asked not looking at either of them even though I could feel their stares burning into my skin.

 "Here,in," Liam says as he put his phone in my face. My eyes widened as I read the title.

"Daughter of Paul Higgins alone on the steps, was it that she was tired of the dance or the date she came with?"

I read aloud as Liam looked at me pitifully. He scrolled down as a picture of me and Harry popped up. It was up walking up the stairs hand in hand laughing. The next one was of me dancing with Louis and kissing him. Tears threatened to fall as I looked at the picture, the last picture was of me running down the hall. I covered my mouth as I backed away. Everyone's eyes on me looking at me with pity. Harry looked at me with a blank face while Louis was filled with sorrow. "Clara I'm-" I cut Louis off. 

"Save it" I spat as I walked out the living room to my room.

"Clara?" A familiar voice called out. 

"Go away," I said. 

"Come on Clara open up" they knocked on the door. 

"Just go away Louis," I said which came out like a cry. 

"I'm sorry Clara I never meant for it to go this far". I sprung off the bed and swung the door open. He face widened with surprised but it soon softened as he looked at me.

 "To take what far having the paparazzi photograph everything that happened".

 "I-" he started but I cut him off.

 "For my possible relationship with Harry to be ruined by us kissing, or for people to call me a slut on social media". It's true I have been getting so much hate on Twitter and Facebook that I could even count. To a point where I even want to delete my account, I only a few followers anyways but still. 

"Clara" Louis whispered which only made my heart ache. I didn't even notice I was crying but soon felt the tears coming down my face. 

"Just leave me alone," I said closing the door, sliding down it in the process.

I sobbed weakly as my head started to throb. It's not his fault completely for what happened, cause if I didn't call my dad and waited outside then the paparazzi wouldn't have caught that picture, but still he was the reason I called my dad in the first place. It's also the paparazzi's fault if they would just leave me alone and report about some other celebrity then I wouldn't be the hottest story right now. I felt my phone vibrate as I took it out.

I saw I had new Twitter messages, of course just more hate of fans calling me names that weren't even true. I hate that nobody knows the truth yet they judge me off of what they think happened. Emily's face popped up on my phone as she was calling me. I sighed and picked it up.