Runaways -A One Direction Fan Fic-

Chapter 14: You Can't Run From Everything

A/N: So here it is, chapter 14, typed at school because my computer crashed and I have to finish writing this at school. I feel like such a rebel (I really need to do more exciting stuff if going on a website during math makes me feel like a rebel).So all of this has been typed out over the course of 2, 75 minute periods. And I know that after reading this, many of you will be like "Sienna, what the fuck? where the hell are you planning to go with this storyline?" (for those of you who are not aware of this, my pen-name is Sienna Romero, @doctorscompanions, NONE of you are allowed to make fun of this)  Well my lovelies, my answer to that question is, To someplace very surprising. Yes, I plan to have an ending that nobody reading will ever be able to predict MUHAHAHA >:) But yeah, in case someone is confused, I'll explain it...

So simply, at the beginning of the story, the boys' management were still giant dickheads, but the boys were enjoying the few days of normality that came with the fact management seemed to be laying off them. But then came the whole thing with the fight and Niall knocking Adam out and the boys went to Italy. Now, in Italy, without the shadow of management hovering over them like a parasitic cloud (Oh, that's some good wordplay) they're all slowing turning back into the boys we all know and love from their days on the X Factor. Now that they've realized how serious this situation is, the lads are kind of retreating back because this is uncharted territory for them....

Did I explain it or did I just make you guys more confused? Hmm....if anyone's still confused, confuzzled, or just have no idea what the hell I'm doing, message me or comment below with any questions. Also, because the ending is pretty epic if I do say so myself, I'll put the question up here. Sorry it sucks, I had to come up with it in the last 5 minutes of the period.

Today's Question is.....

How did you find out about One Direction?

 Louis' P.O.V

I throw articles of clothing across the room with a reckless abandon, not even caring if they make it to my suitcase or not. I'm to numb inside to care about anything anymore.

It's been silent ever since Nickolette ordered us to go pack, nothing but the occasional footsteps echoing around the otherwise silent flat. The atmosphere is so riddled with tension and worry that it feels like the very air is pushing against you, holding you in place and threatening to replace all of the air in your lungs with it's suffocating power. So strong is it's mind powers that I've found myself, on more than one occasion, just staring into space, my mind blank. Hell, I don't even think that a butcher's cleaver would allow you to penetrate this numbing fog.

Hands are silent

Voices numb

Try to scream out my lungs

It makes this, harder

And the tears stream down my face

I chuckle darkly to myself, a noise that sounds so wrong in my ears that I internally recoil from the sound, as the familiar lyrics dance through my mind. Could any of us have even imagined that 2 years from writing the Up All Night album that the lyrics of one little song could reflect so much on our future lives? That in 2 years Harry Styles could go from an innocent yet cheeky chappie to a hollow shell of his former self, stripped down by the cruel rumors of numerous one night stands. That Zayn Malik could be forced to retreat deeper inside the shell that he only just barely had the confidence to escape from. That Liam Payne could be forced to back down from his 'Daddy Direction' title because he had been replaced by management as the mature one. That Niall Horan, the boy who wasn't hungry only when asleep could be forced into numerous diets and tiring hours at the gym.