Niall jumps from the window, literally jumps. And he too gives me a hug, followed by Harry. This is overwhelming. Suddenly, Zayn walks up with Paul.
"Well who do we have here?" Zayn asks.
"um- my name is Monet," I say shamefully.
"Monet? As in the painter?" Liam asks.
"That's the one. My d-da-dad was-is a painter, thats his favorite artist, but my friends call me money, though i have none."
They laugh.
"Well, Monet, we're you're friends now, so we'll call y ou money too, until we find a new nickname for you," Louis says. Um, yeah, having a nickname from One Direction would be mega awesome.
"I wanna call her sneaker." Niall says. We all look at him, confused
"Why..." Harry asks.
"Cause she's sneaky and sneaky sounds like sneaker," he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
All of us laugh, only Niall, what a special snowflake.
I giggle, "I love that!"
"Good, then Sneaker it is." Zayn confirms it. He realizes he hasn't given me a hug so he wraps my small body into a large bear hug. He squeezes my shoulder and I wince in pain. He looks closer at shoulder, "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry."
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Sneaker
FanfictionMonet is 17 years old. After her mom and brother died in a devastating car crash 2 years a go, her father goes into depression. He often abuses her, and the only one who knows is Charlie, her best friend. When Monet comes face to face with her brot...
