Finally Unbroken (a 1D fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

*Jessie's POV*

"WHY DON'T TAKE PICTURES OF SOMETHING IMPORTANT?!" I screamed at the masses of hysterical girls. I didn't get it, they were prepared to wait hours and hours for a glimpse of 5 'heart-throbs', but there were people who didn't even have hours left to live. I didn't get what was so amazing about this new boy band either, they were just like the rest - pompous, fake and up-their-own-arses.

"PLEASE. GO AND TAKE PICTURES OF SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!" I yelled again, and this time a few people turned around, shooting me dirty looks. I had realised that there were 2 types of fans; those who absolutely adored the 5 boys, and those who's bedroom was only a taxi ride away.

There was a small groups of girls in front of me who were all wearing low-cut tops, and unbelievably short skirts - they were clearly the second type of fans, their intentions were obvious. The group of girls turned around and sidled up to me, disgusted expressions on their faces.

"Look, babe, why don't you leave eh? No one actually wants you here, sket. Fuck off." I stared the girl straight in the eyes, not believing what I had just heard. I stood motionless for a few moments, trying to find someway of responding, but I had no desire to start a fight with the group of girls.

"You heard. Get lost, skank" one of the other girls said to me, before picking up my bag and throwing it over the heads of the screaming girls.

"Go fetch. And don't come back, or it'll be worse for you."

I was angry at myself that I hadn't been able to think of a way to respond to the girls who were so far up their own arses, it hurt. I picked up my bag quickly, and moved away from the crazy crowds, trying not to be trampled on as i left.

I wandered through the streets of London, the summer sun beginning to calm me down. I started to make towards the apartment I shared with my best friend, Max, happy at the thought of hearing him rant about his day at work. We both worked at 'De Peppino', a really small Italian restaurant in the heart of London, but I had luckily been given the day off. Max was the only real family I had, and he looked after me like a big brother would.

I decided to take the back, cobbled streets instead of the bustling main roads, as I couldn't face the hoards of people. The sun was beginning to go down, so it danced beautifully on the cobbled allyways. As I walked, I thought about the girls at the signing, all waiting for the boyband, and it seemed to anger me more, knowing that the second sort of fans - like the girls In front of me - would obviously find themselves in one of the piggish boys beds.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I didn't bother to look round, thinking that it was a little child running away from their parents. The footsteps got closer and closer until -- WHACK.

I was lying in a heap on the floor, with a body sprawled over mine.

Annoyed, I got to my feet and brushed down my clothes, making sure I hadn't fallen in crap or something. I looked up and froze. Scrabbling to his feet opposite me was the guy who had knocked me over, but before I could speak, he tackled me to the ground again, covering my mouth. He moved me quickly behind a bin, so that we were out of sight. I struggled and tried to break free of his tight grasp, irritated.

I could hear the screaming before I saw the girls, who came in their hundreds, charging down the small allyways. When the had finally all passed, my kidnapper waited a few minutes before removing his hand from my mouth and releasing me.

I was beyond annoyed.

"I'm sorry about all that. It happens a lot, you know?" He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, and half-smiled, a blush starting to creep onto his face. He spoke with an soft Irish accent which made the words he spoke sound as if they were gracefully dancing off his tongue.

"Er, I should introduce myself.. My names Niall. I really am sorry about that, you know. Can I make it up to you by buying you a coffee or something?" He flashed a smile at me, and his blue eyes glinted in the sunlight.

He didn't need to introduce himself. I knew perfectly well who he was, Niall Horan, from the pompous boy band 'One Direction'. He looked expectantly at me, almost as if he was waiting for me to freak out and start screaming and jumping around because he had talked to me.

"I don't usually go out with guys who cover my mouth and tackle me to the ground." I replied, bluntly. I knew most people would kill to be in my position, but I really couldn't care less. I picked up my bag and walked off, not wanting to waste any more of my time talking to him.

"Come on, don't walk away from me" he shouted after me, but I carried on walking, determined to get home as soon as I could. He slowly jogged to catch up with me, trying to keep himself at the same speed as I was walking.

"If you don't want to grab coffee with me, at least tell me your name? Come on, or I'll have to name you myself... Fine... I'll call you 'Ally-girl'." Niall chuckled a little bit, seeming to find his own comments funny.

He had only spoken to me 4 times, but I was already fed up with him and i couldn't wait to get away from him. I began to speed up a little bit as I saw my apartment block come into view. When i reached it, I left him standing in silence at the bottom of the stairs, while I ran up the stairs and unlocked my front door.

Finally, peace.

But there was something about him, even though he irritated me beyond belief, I couldn't get the image of has blue eyes and blonde hair out of my head.

I stormed into my room, got into bed and attempted to sleep.