Living with One Direction

Chapter 9

After dinner, we all made our separate ways throughout the house. I turn my phone on again and my notifications start buzzing nonstop. It seems as if my father really does care! Yeah right. I'm going to call him and tell him off. I'm not going to deal with his crap, maybe in a few weeks when everything isn't so crazy.

I type in his number and the phone rings for a few seconds until he picks up. "Ainsley?" My father asks, his voice rushed.

"Listen," I begin, "I don't want you talking to me any more. I don't want anything to do with you. You left me alone for four whole years and now you call and ask if I'm okay? You're a joke. You may be my father, but you sure as hell never acted like one. Don't bother me again." I fumed. He never got to say another word because I hung up on him.

All of the sudden, my phone buzzes.

*I'm going to fight for you in court, I don't care where you are, I will find for you and fight for your custody.*

I'm enraged by his words. I quickly answer, not regretting a word I say.

*Good luck having a case. I'm pretty sure the courts don't want me living with my father who abandoned me for four years, and he only contacts me now, when my mother passes away.*

Tears are trying to escape, but I've cried enough over the past two days. I have to be strong. My father isn't going to manipulate me once again.

A knock sounds on my door, "come in," I answered.

Liam appears in the doorway of the vast room. "Hey," he begins, "you're probably sick of movies, but this is always what the boys and I do on our off time, and we wanted to know if you wanted to come with us?" He shyly says. I feel as if he doesn't want to hurt my feelings by asking me to go to the movies, which is crazy because they're the only distraction that has worked so far.

"Sure, I only have twenty bucks left in my wallet, is that enough for a ticket?" I ask.

"You're not paying, we are," Liam insists.

I decide not to push my luck and just agree with him. "Thank you," I reply.

"Don't mention it, we'll leave in about fifteen minutes. Will you be ready by then?" He questions.

"Yeah," I respond.

He starts walking away, but quickly turns around, "I almost forgot," he begins, "Josie and Mairead wanted to know if you would go shopping with them tomorrow, since you're limited on clothes," he asks.

"I would like that, tell them I say thanks for inviting me," I respond.

"Will do," Liam says as he's walking out of my room and down the hall.

I pad across the room and close the door, I really don't have any clothes, one of the boys lent me a sweatshirt to sleep in, and either Josie or Mairead dropped off some shorts one night.

By the time I walk downstairs, everyone is waiting by the door.

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I make you guys wait?" I ask, feeling guilty.

"No, we're just waiting on Zayn and Harry," Louis explains.

Seconds later, loud and rushed footsteps clomp down the stairs and Harry and Zayn stand before us, ready to go.

"Alright," says Josie, "time to go! I'm driving one car."

Louis, Josie, Harry, Zayn and I all squeeze into one car, Mairead, Niall, and Liam in the other.

It's a pretty short drive to the theatre, only about ten minutes or so. Their house is so big, I was kind of surprised that they didn't just have a movie theatre inside of it.

"So," I ask, breaking the peaceful silence, "what movie are we going to see?"

"Divergent!" Josie gushes.

"Okay, cool." I answered, pretty excited myself.

It's only been three days, but I've kind of gotten used to my mom not being here, I'm used to having seven older siblings now.

We arrive at the movie theatre, laying low because no one wants to have paparazzi show up. Unluckily, one of the workers here must've sent out something because after we got our popcorn and soda, at least fifteen girls have shown up to get pictures with the boys.

Some of the girls even want a picture with Mairead and Josie, so I just linger in the background, waiting for the fussing to be over. Of course as soon as I thought it was, some photographers show up and start snapping pictures of all of the boys together. The next thing I know, three to four flashes of bright lights are blinding my eyes, some of the paparazzi took pictures of me. Great, this is just what I need. Hopefully nothing gets published, because I want to avoid my father seeing anything with me on it.

"Alright!" Louis announces, "we're going to go watch a movie, but please no more paparazzi. We just want to relax on our time off together, this is pretty rare for us."

Some of the paps leave, but a couple stay, annoying the boys. The fans try to follow them, but security shows up and stops them from sneaking into any movies. We make it most of the way to our theatre, until there's running behind us and a few of the girls show up again. Even though it's slightly annoying - I'm annoyed with everything right now anyways - I must say, I do respect their dedication.

We all take our seats and wait for the movie to begin, a few girls coming up to the boys to get some more pictures, but they eventually left us all alone when the movie started.
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The only one who fell asleep was Zayn. I have no idea how, because it was absolutely amazing. Probably the best movie I've seen.

I wake up Zayn, letting him know that the movie is over and it's time to go. I decide to tease him a bit and say, "oh by the way, a few girls got some pictures of you while you were sleeping."

The look on his face was priceless.

"I'm just messing with you," I confess.

"Well there's the amazing Ainsley again - joking around! Do you feel better?" He asks carefully.

"Yeah, a bit," I smile.

"Good," he says, returning the smile I gave him.

We walk out of the theatre and I totally forgot about paparazzi until we had reached the door.

I quickly hid myself behind Zayn and followed him outside, the others trailing behind.

I did the best I could to try and hide my face, but I wasn't wearing a sweatshirt with a hood on it.

Finally, after struggling and pushing through the sea of fans and flashing cameras, we made it to the car.

"Is it always this crazy when you guys go out?" I ask Zayn. "I mean, I know it's hectic, but this seems over the top." I add.

"This is probably the calmest it has ever been," Zayn confesses.

"Wow," I say, shocked.

We peel out of the movie theatre parking lot, and start driving home.

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(A/N):
So I did another update! I might update tomorrow too, it depends on when I start writing because I have soccer tomorrow! Do you guys think I should make an Instagram dedicated to this fanfic? Don't forget to comment and vote! Love all of you. Even though I don't have many reads on it, thank you to everyone who is reading! Xoxo