Runaways -A One Direction Fan Fic-

Chapter 15: Last Nights

A/N: AGGGHHHHH!!! I FEEL LIKE SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON!!!! I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THE FIVE DAY LATE UPDATE!!! BUT I FORGOT MY MEMORY STICK AT SCHOOL, AND I WAS TOO LAZY TO RE-WRITE THIS SO I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL WEDNESDAY TO GET IT. BUT IT TURNS OUT I DIDN'T NEED TO BOTHER WITH THAT BECAUSE WATTPAD FRICKIN DELETED IT SO I HAD TO RE-WRITE THIS WHOLE THING IN PAST 2 HOURS SO I AM SORRY IF IT IS SHIT. Ah, okay, now that I'm done ranting about my pathetic life, here's the next chapter and sadly, I do believe this story is coming to an end :'( Not right away though, there's going to be at least 5 more chapters. I'm actually really excited though because that will make this book become the first book I've ever finished :D AND....I'm also quite proud to say that about halfway through May, I will be posting ANOTHER fan fiction...so....YAY for that! And you should all really try translating something on google into a different language and yelling it really fast....yeah....I had too much fun with that...

Nickolette's P.O.V (A/N: BAM! Weren't expecting that were you?)

"Shit! Sorry!" I say for the umpteenth time today, "Wait...Scusa!" I correct myself, remembering that this was, in fact, Italy, and the woman I ran into probably doesn't understand a wisp of English.

Damn heels. For a girl like me, they make even the easiest task of walking 1000x harder, and it doesn't help that the entire city seems to have decided to come outside today.

"Guardi dove va!" A man shouts as I knock the newspaper out of his hands.

I wince at my clumsiness and bend down to pick up his paper, only to have the printed faces of Liam, Niall, Louis, Harry, and Zayn stare back at me. Well, news does travel fast doesn't it? "Dispiace." I murmur as the man grabs the newspaper out of my hands and walks off with a huff. Rude.

I resist the urge to say something sassy -that never ends well- and instead go back to tripping my way down the street. I don't know why I didn't take a car because that would've saved me a hell of a lot of trouble, but my mind hasn't exactly been functioning properly for the past few hours. I can only imagine how the lads must be feeling right now, I mean, they've barely even begun to repair the 2 years worth of damage that Adam has wreaked upon them and now they have to flee yet another country because of that dick. I swear, if I ever get the pleasure of meeting Mr. Adam Hart, I will personally strangle him.

I reach the front of the apartment complex and yank open the double doors. "Ah, Miss Nickolette, it's such a fine day. Why aren't you outside with the rest of Florence?" The aging doorman, Antonio, says with a smile, his strong Italian accent making him roll the vowel sounds.

"Because the rest of Florence is too much to handle." I respond, pressing the button to call down the lift, "I've ran into more people today than I can count."

He laughs, "Well, that is good enough reason to stay indoors, enjoy the rest of your day."

"You to Antonio." I say, stepping inside the lift and pressing the button for my floor. I catch the doorman waving in response as the lift doors close. Well, that makes one person who's happy.

"Salendo." The automated voice says and I lean back against the walls, god I'm exhausted. Five hours of sleep coupled with a trip to the airport have drained any energy I had left. "Sei." the robot woman says again as the lift doors ding open to reveal the sixth floor.

I sigh and peel myself off the wall and walk into the hall. There's a small scraping sound as the lift doors close and then it's gone. Slowly, I walk up to my door and take the key out from my pocket. Instead of unlocking the door though, I stand there, holding the little key inches away from the lock, listening.