Washed up & Broken (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

I can't help but feel satisfied as the people around me gasp and cry out in shock. Liam recovers from my punch and looks up at me, his brown eyes wide in disbelief.

"Kat...I-"

"Don't even," I say, holding up my hand to stop him. "Don't even try to apologize or talk to me or anything,"

"But..." Liam begins when Morgan drags me away.

"I don't want to be kicked out of here, so we're leaving," She whispers in my ear. I nod and we plop back down at our table.

"How did it go?" Megan asks.

"She punched him," Morgan says. "She freaking DRILLED him!" Morgan bursts out laughing and soon ends up in hysterics. "You- you should have seen his face! H- he looked so shocked!" Megan begins laughing as well.

"That's so funny!" Megan says. The waitress comes over to us and hands us three pink colored drinks. "I got us pink lemonade by the way," I nod.

"Have you had time to figure out your order?" The waitress asks. She has a French accent which I find very cool. Liam always wanted to go to France, but I'm sure he's been there at LEAST six times by now.

"Uhm, we need about five more minutes, thank you," Morgan smiles at her.

"No, I can order now and you guys could order later," Megan says. She clears her throat and turns to the waitress. "I'll have the fresh garden salad with chicken, no tomatoes." The waitress scribbles down her order and leaves. We sit there a couple minutes and talk before someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn and see a rather large looking male in a tuxedo.

"Ma'am, will you come with me please?" He asks. I feel my heart start pumping faster. Growing up I've always been a good kid and when people get mad at me for things I've done I get really upset and scared. I stand up as the man leads me towards this back room. I pick at the bandages nervously and the sweat on my palms makes them slide around. I enter the back room and the man closes the door, leaving me alone. There's a door against the back wall, and it opens. One Direction come into the room and plop down at the table in there. It must be some private dining room.

"Hello," Zayn says. I look to Liam who has an ice pack pressed to his lip. I didn't mean to hit him that hard. It just kind of took over me like I had to do it.

"H-hi," I respond.

"Sit down, Kat," Harry says. How does HE know my name? I plop down in one of the chairs at the end of the table. "So can you explain to us why you punched Liam?" The one named Louis slaps Harry's arm and then turns to me.

"Sorry he's being so serious we just wanna know why you hit Liam," He says, giving me a small smile.

"I- I punched him because... I hate him," I spit out. Liam looks super sad and angry as I say that.

"Why's that?" Louis asks.

"He left me and never took me with him," I look down at the lace edge on my skirt.

"Crazy ex?" I hear the blond one, Niall, ask Liam. Liam shakes his head and I look back up.

"That's... My sister." Liam tells them. "I left her when she needed me most, and I feel bad for never telling you guys but y-"

"You feel bad for not telling them? But you don't even feel bad for leaving ME?!" I ask, raising my voice. "You're such a freaking jerk! I hate you! Leave me alone!" And with that, I stand up and try to leave the room when Liam stops me.

"Come here, Kat," He stands up and walks towards me. I dash away from him and head towards the back door. Niall stands up and blocks me and I smash into his chest. I glare up at him and turn away and look at Liam. He comes forward and pulls me into a hug. I pound him in the chest and shove him off of me demanding he get away from me. "Kat I'm sorry!"

"Yeah? Well then you shouldn't have left me at 4 in the morning when I was sixteen and all alone!" I scream. I push him away and shove Niall to the side, bursting out of the room. The bathroom is right across the hall so I storm in there and lock myself and the stall farthest away from the door and slouch against the wall, crying into my hands. I hate him. Why did he have to come back? I could have gone my whole life without seeing him again, and I would have hated him less and less each week, but now? He's back and I hate him even more than I did three years ago combined.

I come back out and find our table, sitting down, I slam my head on the table again.

"OK can you stop doing that?" Morgan asks. "Is everything alright?"

"Liam tried to apologize and I flipped out. It's like, right as everything was finally sinking in and I felt like I was going to be OK again, he shows up again,"

"Does he expect you to forgive him?" Megan asks. I shake my head.

"I think I made it pretty clear I hated him," I say, putting my face in my hands. "His friends are nice though,"

"Well, I have something that will take your mind off of all this," Morgan says. I look over and see her and Megan exchanging mischievous grins. "After dinner, we're going to an after party."

"An after party?" I ask. "Won't One Direction be there too?" Morgan shrugs and Megan takes a sip of her almost empty drink.

"If they are, oh well. You're definitely going to get a man tonight though," Megan says. "I plan on finding one, too,"I scoff,r oll my eyes, and shake my head.

"Nah I'm better being alone, but I'll go to the party," I say. Morgan sighs and shakes her head.

"It isn't that easy, Kat. It'll be fun though!"

After dinner, the twins drag me to some fancy mansion in the suburbs of London. Cars line the street, are parked in other's driveways. Megan pulls the car up and parks it literally on top of a rose bush. It brushes against my window, and it scratches my leg as I climb out of the car. Morgan leads me to the front door while Megan goes around back to follow this guy she saw walk back there. When Morgan pulls open the front door, we're greeted by a wall of bodies. Morgan takes my hand in hers and pushes us through the crowd.

"Who are we looking for?" I ask over the shouts, and loud music.

"No one, I just want you to stay with me," Morgan responds. I shrug. "Let's go find something to drink I'm dying in here,"

"It is hot," I say. But I don't think she heard me. We find a soda machine in the corner with cups, and lids, and straws. It's controlled by pressing buttons, and a variety of drinks with a rainbow of flavors. I get cherry vanilla diet Coke. Morgan gets lemon flavored Sprite. This party is pretty cool. But I think Morgan, Meg, and I are wearing the most clothes here. All of the girls are in bikini tops, booty shorts, and Ugg boots, which I find ugly. But the guys dancing with them must think otherwise.

"Wanna split?" Morgan asks. That must mean she wants to go off on her own.

"Sure!" I say. I let go of Morgan's hand and I lose her in a matter of seconds. I turn on my heel, and stare at the sea of people, before disappearing into the crowd.