My Life Now. (Sequel To : MMB) One Direction Ft Little Mix.

Chapter 11.

Seria's POV.

"Derek!" I Called. "What?" He Whined. "Hurry The Fuck Up, And Call Annabelle." I Scowled. I Fixed My Top. 

[Outfit On The Side.]

Derek Came Down Grinning. He Walked Over To Me And Hugged Me, Resting His Hands On My Bum Squeezing A Little. 

I Gasped Making Him Laugh in return. "Oh you wanna play?" I asked. He nodded. I slowly brought my lips next to his ear, teasing him. 

I whispered "Well not right now, because we have Annabelle." I pulled back with a smirk playing on my lips. 

"Fucking tease." He glared. "Well at least kiss me."  I pecked his lips gently then pulled back, Derek kissed my cheek gently. He had rested his forehead on my own. 

"I love you." Derek whispered. "I love you too." He kissed my nose, just then Annabelle walked down the stairs wearing black ripped leggings and a white crop top, that showed her belly. 

Annabelle's hair was curled, and she had a back pack. Aww she looked so cute. 

"You look adorable." Derek told her smiling. "I agree, now lets go." I grabbed my phone and walked out towards Derek's BMW. 

"Annabelle do you have your phone and everything?" I asked. She nodded. "Alright, we better get going!" Derek yelled. 

I turned up the radio, and one direction started playing. "MIDNIGHT MEMORIES," We all sang out of tune, because everyone knows I am a horrible singer, as well as Derek. 

"Can we stop, to pick Elliot up?" Annabelle asked with fear in her eyes. I was confused, why did she look scared Derek looked at me and nodded. 

"Of course we can honey." I smiled at her. "Wow, she really likes him." Derek whispered to me. I nodded. "Kinda like us." I whispered back making sure she couldn't hear us. 

Once we stopped the car, Annabelle got out, and walked towards the cafe her so called boyfriend was in. 

"Don't go in. Give them time." I told Derek, who nodded. 

*****

Annabelle's POV.

Here we go, I have to come get this prick. I hope he doesn't make me feel down today. I always hated it whenever he picked out what I was wearing, If he didn't like anything he'd always find a way to push me down and make me feel upset and angry about myself. Worst of all, he abuses me. He expects me to be perfect for him, and I cant. Gosh I hate him so much. Why am I even with him? Oh wait, because he practically forced me.

I took a deep breath before opening the cafe door, and walking to his table.

"Hey babe!" Elliot fake smiled. "Hi." I answered, as he went up to kiss me. I moved my head away and he kissed my cheek instead. 

"You look fat, why'd you wear this? Fuck sake's, your fucking parents are pop stars and you dress like a tramp." He said looking at me in disgust. 

"Shut the fuck up, and come on if your coming." I spat standing up. Elliot smirked. "Woah babe, no need to get defensive. Come here." He said pulling me closer to him. I tried getting out of his grip, but we both know he's stronger.