The Intended Path

Chapter 1: Being Independant

Chapter 1: Getting Into Quite A Mess

Trish's P.O.V

"GET OUT!!! YOU'RE NO LONGER MY DAUGHTER!!!!" my mum screamed at me throwing my luggage out of the house. "I'M GOING! I DON'T NEED PARENTS WHO ARE UNSUPPORTIVE OF THEIR DAUGHTER'S DECISIONS!!! I yelled back. "DON'T EVER COME BACK!" My step-father yelled.

"I WOULDNT DREAM OF IT!!" I screamed taking my luggage and headed out of my house, Well.... it used to be my house. I was going to burst into tears but Not because I was upset. Oh no... I couldnt care if i was homeless or parentless. It was because I was so. damn. pissed. I walked down the road and realized something. I opened my luggage and knew I was missing some stuff. I stormed back into the house.

My mother and step-father were sitting on the couch and as I walked in their heads turned towards me. "I thought I told you to get out" my mum said calmly. I shook my head. "I heard you the first time. I'm just going to take some of my things which you missed" I said, walking up the stairs. "But I got all your clothes" she replied. "It isn't clothes" I retorted while I entered what used to be my room. I went to the walls and started to take down my 1D posters. They were my boys. They were the ones who kept a smile on my face and made me laugh when things were going rough for me in my life. I folded them nicely and put them in my luggage. I than took my 1D alarm clock and put into my bag of things as well. And last but not least, my boys book 'Dare To Dream' I got everything and went downstairs.

I didn't even say goodbye to my parents as I, for the second time went out the door but this time I slammed it. Hard. Im on my own now i thought to myself As I walk down the streets of New York. I'm not exactly American. I'm half American. My mum is a Singaporean Malay while my real dad was a typical American. But I have to say I mostly have my Mum's looks. I have tanned skin and big black eyes. But I followed my dad's characteristics and mannerisms. Most people can't place where I'm from But majority of them thought that I came from Spain, till they hear me speaking fluent English and after that they would just get confused. I lived in new York basically all my life as my dad brought my mum here from singapore as soon as they got married. Than they had me. But my dad left me and my mum when I was 7. I don't know why though as I was too young to understand anything going on between them at that time but still I miss him terribly.

As i walked further I went into thinking mode. I Need to find a hotel that actually allows me to book a room as I'm only 17. My jet black hair blew in the wind as I took a step with my purple converse shoes. I love purple. That color is just major swag. I pushed my black glasses up my nose as I took my phone out, went to my 'One Direction' playlist, plugged in my earphones and pressed shuffle. "give you this, give you that, blow a kiss take it back, If I looked inside your brain" I smiled as I heard Hazza start the song. The boys always calmed my nerves and allowed me to think straight. I hailed for a cab and thought of plan A.

Harry's P.O.V 

"COME ON Boo Bear!!! What were you ACTUALLY thinking of going against Niall in a eating competition?!?" i asked as i looked at Louis with his face stuffed of spaghetti and sauce all over his chin. Niall as well. But Niall was ahead of Louis. His plate of spaghetti was almost empty whereas Lou had a quarter of pasta left on his plate."Afgh ghive ghupe" Lou said.

"what?" I raised my eyebrows at him not knowing what on earth he just said. "Boo bear, unlike you, I don't speak alien." Louis swallowed and said "I give up.... Me tummy is about to burst!" "YEAH BUDDY!!" Niall yelled as he got up and went to the back of the jet to find Liam. "Liam! Liam!! I'm undefeatable!" wondering where we are? we're on our way to new York in our private jet to have a holiday since we have 2 months before starting the second leg of our tour. We're going to NY To enjoy peace and quiet and just have some fun. But knowing that we are one of the famous boybands in UK and the crazy reception we got the last time we were Here, i bet it would take like 5 minutes till the paparazzi finds out where we are.