Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

A Breakfast Run

Hello eveyone!! How are you all doing?

sooo, I wasn't able to upload since I got busy this weekend, however i have prepared two chapters to be uploaded — this and another one!

This chapter's idea was pitched in by @fandomzloverz

I hope you like this one!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The morning air was crisp, sunlight bathing the streets in a soft, golden glow as Y/N walked briskly, balancing two large brown bags filled with breakfast for everyone. She hummed quietly to herself, taking in the quiet of the early hour.

London wasn't awake yet, not fully, and for a brief moment, it felt like she wasn't Y/N from One Direction, just an ordinary girl grabbing breakfast for her friends.

As she turned the corner onto their street, a cheerful voice called out, "Hey! Are you Y/N? From One Direction?"

Her steps faltered. She was used to being recognized occasionally, even on her quiet errands, and she smiled politely, stopping a few steps away from the young man who had approached her.

"Yeah, that's me," she replied, her tone friendly but cautious. In front of her stood a fanboy, dressed in a One Direction hoodie and sweatpants, his breath slightly labored as though he'd been jogging.

At first, he seemed harmless—just a regular admirer who had stumbled upon her by chance.

He chatted animatedly, mentioning how much he loved the band, listing his favorite songs, and even complimenting her vocals. The genuine praise tugged a small smile to her lips, but she kept the interaction brief, mindful of the food warming in her arms and the quiet street around them.

As the conversation wore on, though, his demeanor began to shift. His tone grew sharper, and his questions became unsettlingly personal.

"You don't hang out with fans much, do you?" he asked, his expression hardening.

"I—uh, I try to when I can," she replied carefully, taking a step back. Her pulse quickened as the air grew heavier, the quietness of the street suddenly feeling eerie.

"You could hang out with me right now," he pressed, moving a step closer.

Her grip on the breakfast bags tightened. "I really have to get back," she said, keeping her tone calm but firm, taking another step away.

Before she could put more distance between them, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist. The pressure was immediate and harsh, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Come on, don't be like that," he said, his voice almost pleading but laced with a dangerous edge.

"Please let go," she said, her voice steady but tinged with urgency. She tried to pull away gently, hoping not to escalate the situation.

He didn't budge. "What's the rush? You think you're too good to talk to me now?" His tone darkened, bitterness seeping into his words.

"Let go of me," she said again, more forcefully this time, her breath catching as her heart hammered against her chest.

He ignored her, his grip tightening even more. The pain shot through her wrist, and she winced, panic creeping into her voice. "You're just like the others," he spat bitterly. His hand clamped so tightly around her wrist that she could barely feel her fingers.

Her breath quickened as she pulled harder, her voice breaking slightly. "I said let go!"

Adrenaline surged through her as she yanked her arm back with all her strength, the bags nearly slipping from her hands. "Let go!" she shouted, her voice louder this time.