Having the X Factor: A One Direction FanFiction

Lego House

I leaned my back against the wall of my practice room. Lou hadn't come to help me, he wasn't happy evidentially.

Picking up the guitar that sat by the wall, I strummed a little, "I'm gunna pick up all the pieces and build a Lego house..." I sang to myself and smiled a little.

"If it goes wrong we can knock it down..." I say letting a tear fall down my face, "Cuz it's a cold and a dark December, but I gotcha to keep me warm..."

"If your broken I will mend ya... and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on, now..." I felt a sob erupt in the pit of my stomach and shake the entire of my body. My body was turning on itself as the Niagara fell from my eyes and nose. My hands started to shake uncontrollably and my knees shot up to my chest.

Setting the guitar down, I hit the wall, "Fuck you Harry Styles!" I scream as the door opens.

"Well, I can't help you with that," Liam says leaning on the door frame.

"Oh, I thought I was alone," I say frantically wiping off my face and standing up from the floor, "what do you want?"

I was choking on my own tears as he walked in, "I was looking for you. I know what Harry did..."

"So?" I say over the tears, "you coming to see if you can go up the whores dress too?" I ask holding my arms out, "Go ahead! I don't even care anymore!" I yell giving his shoulders a shove, "go ahead and tell me how perfect I am, and how much you love me as you fuck me before ditching me for your bitch in the morning while pretending nothing ever happened."

Now Liam was crying, "He didn't do all that to you.... How could he do that to someone like you?"

I laughed bitterly, "Yeah, a girl like me." I say before walking past him and out the door.

What are they trying to do to me? I asked myself as I walked across the street. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

I walked in the house and heard the girls all getting ready for the party tonight. They were laughing and talking amongst themselves. Hangers were being tossed aside, different heals were clicking on the floors.

Giving a shaky sigh, I walked into my room. I was hit with an after shave that sent heat to my stomach.

Harry's clothes were still laying on the floor by the end of my bed. A pain hit my chest as I picked them up and folded them.

The Rolling Stones tongue was red against my plain white sheets. My hand dragged along the empty space from the shirt to the pillow.

"Lou?" I asked when he answered the phone, "I know which song I want." a smirk crossed my face as he asked which one.

"Neon Lights," I say hanging up the phone.