Happily Never After *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 3: Bar Stools

Harry's P.O.V.

Her eyes grew as large as golf balls as soon as she looked up and realized that the stranger's glasses she'd just smashed were mine. 

"Hehe... uhh." She scratched the back of her neck and let out a strained laugh.

"I... er, like your songs." She forced a smile and dropped her gaze to the floor. We get fans like this all the time. Before they know it's One Direction they bumped into or stepped on or something like that they're quite rude and obnoxious, but then they basically bow down before us when they realize their mistake.

"So now you like me," I said and smirked.

"No. I said I liked your songs. NOT you, particularly In fact, you're actually very snobby." She pointed out and looked back up at me, cocking her head. I'm not snobby. Not even a smidge. Who is this girl, trying to tell me who I am! I am Harry Styles. And no one tells Harry Styles who he is except Harry Styles himself! 

Harry Styles opened his mouth to protest, but was interrupted by Zayn who was coming from behind him.(Okay, I should stop talking in third person now.)

"Hey, is your friend alright?" Zayn asked  nodded to the one of the four girls. The girl just stood there, wide-eyed, not moving... or blinking. At all. We get that alot too and when we do, it's a bit creepy.

"Uh, yeah, she's fine." One of them said and elbowed her in the ribs hard, making me cringe at the thought of just how much that would have hurt had it been me instead.

"We have to go."  The sunglasses-crusher, insulter, and bully said sharply. Well that's different. Normally, girls follow us around the mall and stalk us, but isn't this a pleasant surprise from a not so pleasant person.

"No, we don't." Another said. I guess I spoke too soon.

"YES, we DO." insisted the bully, who stomped on the other's foot. My, my, this girl obviously likes to stomp on things.

"Fine." the other caved in and shot me a wink which I graciously returned with one of my signature smirks, that I've been told I am famous for by the way.

As they walked away I noticed the bully speed-walking. Probably trying to get away from me as fast as possible. I smiled at that thought and proceeded into the mall, on a mission to find the perfect pair of shades. To replace  the ones that a certain someone just had to smash.

Juliet's P.O.V.

I guess you could say we had cliques inside our little clique. I've always been a bit closer to Rory than the others because we live just down the street from each other and Vanessa and Lea pair up for who knows why. Probably because Lea's the only one willing to listen to Nessie drone on and on about her and her millions.

So back at the hotel, Rory came to my room and Lea went to Vanny's, like it usually is.

"Woo! PARTY!" Rory yelled as she walked through the door. She plopped down on the bed and crossed her legs, bouncing up and down.

"You know what this party needs? MUSIC!" I shouted and plugged my iPod into the speaker in the wall. In a matter of seconds, "Up All Night" was filling the room with upbeat party music.

"UGH! Turn it OFF!" Rory exclaimed and threw up her arms in exasperation. I turned it up louder and jumped on top of the bed, making a loud creaking sound that added to the blaring music.

"I can't believe we just met them!" I squealed, referring to the hottest boyband on the planet. Inside, though, I was screaming, tearing my hair out, and ripping up the floorboards. Yea, if I was doing what wanted to, I would be bald and we would be plummeting to the floor below us right now.

Let's just say I'm a major Directioner. 

"Ergh, I know! I expected them to be really nice and stuff. Talk about a let-down." Rory crossed her arms as she spoke.

"Harry totally liked you. You didn't see the way he looked at you, but I did. It was completely obvious." Either that, or he just really hated her. 

"Need I remind you that millions of much prettier girls are on their knees begging for him to just notice them?"

"Well, he likes you." 

"What are we, 5 year-olds? He does not like me!"

"Yes he does!"

"No, he doesn't!"

"YES, HE DOES!" I shouted at her. I just wish she could see that one of the cutest boys on Planet Earth wants her, ugh, she's so stubborn! Or I made a mistake. Honestly, it could go either way.

"I'm going down for a drink." She mumbled and practically flew out the door. 

"YOU DON"T DRINK!" I yelled at her as she quickly walked down the hallway.

"I'LL GET SOME WATER, THEN!" 

I slammed the door and turned up the speakers. I wish she could see just how lucky she is. Or just how very unlucky she is.

Aurora's P.O.V.

I honestly wish I had some guy friends, because I'm getting really tired of all this drama and other scenarios exactly like this. Another plus side to the whole guy friend thing is that you might fall in love with them, but that could also be a down side in several ways. 

I'm just so tired of all the fighting and stuff. I hate it, so much. 

I violently stabbed at the ground floor elevator button and shuffled into the corner. I could see them in the distance, laughing and chatting loudly. Who is this: them, you ask? "Them" are the boys who made the music I used to worship, and now I can't stand the sight of them. How ironic, huh? Well, that's life for 'ya. I repeatedly punched the "Close Doors" button over and over again, and finally the elevator obeyed and shut just before those five pairs of eyes caught sight of me. 

Whew, dodged a bullet, there. So wait, let me get this straight. One Direction is staying at the same hotel as us? Ha. This is a dream. No. A nightmare. I come to London, looking for an education. Instead, I get to be let down and completely disappointed by the people who inspired me most. Besides Lady Gaga, but that's a different story entirely.

Finally, the elevator jolted to a stop at the ground floor and I walked to the bar.

No. I don't drink alcohol. Do you have any idea what that stuff does to your liver? Geez... 

I sat down on the bar stool and waved at the bartender.

"Can I get a Cherry Coke, please?" 

"Sure thing." The heavy Irish accent spoke back. I picked up one of those little plastic swords from the table and practiced my fencing with a table napkin.

"You again," said a voice from behind me. I spun the bar stool around. What? I didn't know they spun/span/spinned/(ugh, whatever!)! After whoever this joker here leaves I am going to have a date with me and this spinny chair. 

My eyes immediately fell as I realized who it was.

"Oh, it's you," is all I could muster from the total disappointment I was feeling. This trip is just amazing, isn't it?

I know, I know.... I feel really guilty about not updating for a while. (Actually I don't. I was busy sleeping. And eating. And playing video games. And Netflixing. And Procrastinating.) The thing is, is that I was SUPER DUPER OOPER busy and all, you know, being this fabulous is a full-time job... and stuff. 

I was thinking about adding a cast other than simply One Direction, but then I was like, NAH! Too much work. :/ Let me know if you would like to see anyone as anyone. Ahhh, that didn't make sense.... WELL JUST MESSAGE ME OR COMMENT OR WHATEVER!! IDC! 

Love youuuu!

-Camiii

 PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS! and Boy Scouts. I don't even know...