After I Fall (One Direction) *Extreme carrottness*

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

~Nicola’s P.O.V~

It was a long day of school. Brooklyn, Ruby and Jesse just would not give me a break today. They even spread a rumor about me that I had sex with Ryan, the kid whom I tried to push off a cliff. To make it worse, during lunch period, Ryan stood up in front of hundreds of gossip-reliant teenagers, declaring that he would never EVER have sex with me, and that I was so repulsing he gets sick every time he thinks of me. I didn’t hear the rest of his speech, because I sprinted out of the noisy cafeteria and sped to the washroom.

That’s when I called Dad.

[The call]

H= Hello?

N=Dad…. I really don’t feel well. Can you pick me up?

H= What’s wrong? Are you crying?

N=I just…don’t feel well. Please… come pick me up.

H= Cola! I’m busy! We don’t just BE the hottest boy band in the world, we WORK for it. I don’t have time…

N= Please dad… just this once will you PLEASE just forget your work, and help your daughter?

H= well…. Alright. But you will need to stay at the studio for a few hours. Is that alright?

N= Yeah that’s fine. Please hurry

H= sure Babygirl. Ill be there in 20. Love you princess.

N= Love you too daddy.

[end of call]

Yes, I still call Harry daddy. I never outgrew that, and Harry loved it when I called him Daddy.

I wiped my eyes and fixed my makeup. Surprisingly, there were no girls with fake faces full of makeup in here, spreading rumors and checking their ass’ out.

It’s been 30 minutes that I’ve been waiting outside for Harry. Did he forget me? I could still hear the humored kids gossiping about Ryan’s ‘award winning’ speech in the cafeteria.

A few minutes later, the familiar Porsche drive up cautiously into the dingy pick-up lane.

I opened the passenger door and sat down, slamming the door to declare my mood.

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Dad didn’t dare say anything after I snapped at him for asking what’s wrong.

“I JUST WANT TO GO HOME, KAY? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO COMPREHEND!?” was my response to him.

We got to the studio that the lads were working in today. It was a tall building with lots of windows. It looked fairly modern and expensive.

He parked in the underground parking beside Zayn’s Bentley Continental GT. [A/N- I actually have no idea if that’s still what they are driving… I’m not quite a car expert if you can tell.]

I spent the rest of the lonely day moping around on the red leather couch in the break room.

Nobody even paid the slightest attention to me, they were all too busy with their career to notice my nonstop flow of tears that stained my face.

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The day was finally over! We had just arrived at the big modern house that everyone shares. It has 10 bedrooms, 15 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, a media room, 2 living/family rooms, a dining room that seats 20, and a big pool/ backyard with a beautiful ocean view. They had fake, but real looking, palm trees placed in the yard and many other features that give the vibe of being in the south. It was a beautiful home for all of us! (Zayn, Perrie, Louis, Eleanor, Liam, Danielle, Niall, Harry, Me.) We had 4 bedrooms extra for future children and company. And yes, Liam and Danielle finally got back together.