ELLO!!! So I probably should've waited a few more days before posting this because it's a little rushed but as most of us probably know, the One Way or Another video is out, the lads have won a BRIT award, and our boys have started their tour!!!!!!! :D PARTY TIME!!! Now, I don't want to rain on any European directioner's parades, but lads, I am impatient, hurry up and get over to North America!! :D Also, I apologize if the Italian sentences aren't right, but I used Google Translate so....
Harry's P.O.V (about 5 minutes earlier)
"...Don't get anything too disgusting or spicy for me!" I call out after Louis, who just laughs and skips away. I swear, if that boy pulls a stunt like the one he did in Mexico, he's not going to survive the night.
"Don't worry, I'll watch him." Zayn says.
I scoff, "And you think I trust you more than Louis why? You'll probably just help him."
Zayn grins, "Smart lad."
I shake my head, wondering how the hell I've managed to stay alive for this long. What with all the pranks, competitions and dares we've managed to accomplish in the past 2 years, I guess you could say that it really is a miracle One Direction have managed to survive so far. We've had a few bumps along the way, like knocking Liam out, or pushing Zayn off a boat and almost drowning him, or that one time where Louis got hit by the tour bus because I didn't see him, or the other time when I ran over Louis with that bike at the One Thing videoshoot....okay maybe more than a few bumps, but we're all still alive and that's what counts.
"Oh hey Harry, I didn't know you'd be here."
"Ha ha Louis, nice voice but you aren't fooling me for....." I turn around and see an Italian girl, a very pretty Italian girl if I might add, and my mouth drops open in shock, "A second."
"Haven't seen you in a long time, how's the lads? Anyone die yet?"
"Oh..um..uh.." I stutter, fumbling over my words. Shit shit shit shit shit. I've just blown our cover, the boys are so going to kill me. "Um..uh..hi...um....you?"
She laughs, "No stupid, remember me? Nickolette Swan? The girl who you met in Sydney, later got drunk with, and who bailed you out after the cops caught up with us?"
"That was you?" I say, raising my eyebrows, "Huh, never expected to see you again."
"I'll try not to take that as an insult." she glares, causing me to take a step back, "And next time, don't scrunch up your nose like that."
"What? Why?" I ask, genuinely interested in what seems to be wrong with my nose.
"Let's just say, penis shaped nose to the max."
I mentally and physically facepalm. Of course.
Nickolette smiles, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm assuming that most of your fans have already seen the picture of you on Twitter, so there really isn't any need."
"Damn Liam and his photo timing." I mumble. Most of my most embarrassing moments have been caused by the lads, and their new hobby of taking a constant amount of pictures makes sure that the whole world can share in my pain.
"Speaking of Liam, where are the other boys? Don't you all like stay together in one big clump?"
I turn, glancing around to see if the lads have finished ordering, even thought it's a physical impossibility since Niall's with them, and to my surprise, I see Zayn and Louis stalking towards the two of us, "And here's two of them now." I smile up at my bandmates, only to have my grin falter as I take in their not-so-happy expressions, "What's wrong guys?"
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Runaways -A One Direction Fan Fic-
FanfictionPeople go missing everyday, whether from kidnapping, homicide or they just simply ran. The world is cruel, they'll care until the interest has fled and return to their normal lives, gradually letting unsettling events slip to the locked corner in th...
