Juliette's P.O.V.
I felt my hands ball into fists. I smoothly stepped around her so that I was stood beside Niall. I put my arms around his waist protectively. Christine took a step back and looked me up and down. She was wearing shorts that looked more like a pair of underwear and a boob-tube. She had obviously had a spray tan, or four. Her white hair extentions didn't match the rest of her hair.
"Juliette." She spat my name.
"Christine." I snarled back, using the same acidic tone. I wanted to throw up. On her face.
She turned back to face Niall. "Oh my god! I'm your biggest fan! Did you see me on the front row in Ontario last May?!" She asked desperately. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Surely she realized how stupid she sounded.
"Yeah, erm; Are you the one who sent all those thongs to the fan mail address?" Niall laughed. He glanced at me then back to Christine.
"Yes!" She shrieked. "I was hoping you would all send something back-" Her sentence faded. She had finally gotten it through her thick skull that there was something going on between Niall and me. For a moment, I felt superior. I was living her teenage dream. I had all the things that she wanted. It came naturally to me. I smiled at her smugly, in a way that told her all of that.
"Come on Christine." Peter and Elle said at exactly the same time, grabbing her wrists and dragging her away. Niall and I saw this as an opportunity, turned and ran. She tried to resist, kicking and screaming, but they were too strong for her.
"What was all that about? Who was she?" Niall asked as we approached the place where Elle and Peter had been sitting outside.
"Christine," I groaned, "Her mum and my mum made friends when we moved here from Italy. I can't understand why though, her mum is almost as horrible as she is. They used to make us play together; Christine got worse and worse, then our mums fell out because she used to bully me so badly. We moved to a different neighborhood but we ended up at the same university. I can stand up for myself now." I explained.
"What exactly, if you don't mind me asking, did she used to do?" Niall asked sensitively, obviously trying not to upset me.
"Ah I'll tell you some other time..." I sighed. "It's a long story."
"Does Elle know?" He questioned causally, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest.
"Of course. She's my best friend." I replied.
"So you're Italian?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. My father is originally from Adore, Calabria. My parents met here in London, moved back to Adore and had me. We lived there as a family until I was seven, my parents split up and my mum brought me back here. I had to go to a mainstream primary school. Luckily I had already learned English from my mum while I was growing up in. My father still lives there, I don't see him often but we talk on the phone and stuff. I went to visit him two years ago and hopefully I'm going again this summer. Now it's your turn, tell me stories of Ireland."
We continued the conversation until we heard Elle shouting in the distance.
"Jules?" She shouted. She spotted us and walked up to us silently. "You guys OK out here? It's freezing." She was right, frost was already forming on the grass.
"We're great." I smiled. "Are we going home soon?"
"Peter has asked me to stay the night at his house, is that OK?" She sounded unsure and cautious.
"Of course Elle! Where is he now?" I was really happy for her. Peter seemed really nice, ideal for her.
"He's waiting for me inside, everybody has left, and you guys have been out here for ages."
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The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}
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