I Want To Be Your Reason To Be (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Late Night Texts and New Chances

~Nicole~

I'm woken up by the sound of 'What Makes You Beautiful' playing loudly. I don't open my eyes yet, I'm too tired. I don't even remember falling asleep, and I feel shoes on my feet and my apron still on. The sound of cars rushing past on the street outside penetrates the open window and makes its way to my ears, making me sleepily open my heavy eyelids and pick up my buzzing and ringing cell phone. It says I have a text from 'Mr. Sexual;),' Mr. Sexual;) of course being Harry Styles, who has been my best friend since I was nine years old. That summer I fell off a jungle gym and broke my wrist, my parents had been nowhere to be found, and he and his mum saw me and took me to the hospital and waited with me in the Emergency Room until my mum came and picked me up. We were inseperable for the rest of that summer, and I guess the rest is, well, history.

So anyway, Harry and his band, One Direction, are in America on tour. Lately, they've seemed to forget that the time zone I'm in is 8 hours ahead of Los Angeles, where they are this week, and I have been recieving text messages at very strange hours. Like now, when it's 2 in the morning and I'm trying to catch up on sleep after working an extra shift last night.

I tiredly unlock my phone and open the text. It reads:

Mr. Sexual;): hello babe ;) apologies for texting you at this hour but we want you and jess to come join us on tour!!! we had a bit of trouble getting management to agree at first so we didnt tell you but they finally said yes! so if you agree a car will pick you guys up tomorrow morning at 9 and drive you to the airport. sorry for such short notice. bye babe xx

I roll my eyes at Harry calling me babe-- typical Haz-- but before I can type a reply I got another text message. This one was from Niall:

Nialler: please say yes please say yes please say yes and bring me nandos :)

Me: ill come but no nandos kay?xp i still love you nialler but you never share :(

Nialler: i hate you

Me: love you too :* tell the boys im coming and go get your own food XD

Nialler: fine. you make me :(

I slump back onto my bed and think, Wow, could this be real? I actually have a chance to get away from here, even if it's just for a little while. I sit up and call my best friend, Jess, and tell her the news. She starts squealing and I can imagine her jumping up and down on her bed and doing her 'happy dance.' I crack a smile when I think of her dancing around her room and waking up the rest of her building.

"Can you be at my flat by 8:30 tomorrow with all your stuff?" I ask with a yawn.

"Absolutely! This is going to be amazing!" she exclaims and then hangs up before i can get another word in.

I get up when I realize that I won't be able to sleep anymore, and I take a quick shower and make myself a coffee, breathing in the wonderful scent as i grasp the mug tightly in my hands. Then I begin packing. I don't really have much to pack besides a few clothes and some pairs of shoes-- I'm going to need to find time to go shopping while we're on tour!-- and I'm done relatively soon.

I leave a short voicemail on my mother's answering machine telling her where I will be going. Not that she would care anyway. We haven't talked since she kicked me out of our house a few months ago, leaving me enough money for a couple months' rent for a cheap flat so she could pretend that nothing happened and continue her lavish party-filled life in her huge mansion that she used to live in with my father and I. That was, before my father got sent to jail. About a month after that happened, Mum kicked me out, blaming me for all the trouble that our family was going through (it technically was my fault that everything happened, but I don't like to think about the night when our family was basically torn apart and my life went from a life of just secrets to a life of secrets, lies, and loneliness).

Anyway, now Mum has a new boyfriend (who is 20 years younger than her and could be my brother; she likes him because he is admittedly very handsome and an up-and-coming wealthy businessman), and she is living the high life once more.

I sigh and slump down on my old, dingy couch that has stuffing and springs peeking out of its ripped edges, and pick up the phone once again to call the owner of the small cafe where I work. I tell him that I'm taking a break for an indefinate amount of time. He has always been very friendly and agrees, but he says he can't pay me. I tell him it's fine, glad that I'll still have a job when I come back, and hang up the phone.

By now it's 5:00 and I'm hungry. I eat 3 bags of chips, a bowl of ice cream, and some toaster waffles. I wait a little bit and walk to the bathroom, take a deep breath, and stick my fingers up my throat. All the food I just had comes up very quickly, and then the familiar burning sensation in my throat returns. I rinse out my mouth with water from the sink and splash more water onto my face. Then I open the medicine cabinet, pull out a Swiss Army Knife and a box of razor blades and curse myself for almost forgetting to pack them.

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At about 8:32 the bell rings. I open the door to see a pretty, tall girl, about my age, with blonde hair, freckles, and huge sunglasses on. She also has a gigantic suitcase and about three other small bags on the floor next to her and she starts to jump up and down when she sees me-- Jess.

"Nicole! Aren't you so excited? I am! I can't wait to see the boys again! Can't you?" Jess gushes.

"Geez, Jess," I say, laughing. "Calm down!" I usher her inside and we each sip a cup of tea. She is practically buzzing with excitement! I laugh and force her to sit down and drink the calming tea. We have just finished when I hear a honk from outside. I wash the mugs and put them away and say a quick goodbye to the tiny flat I call home. We lug our suitcases downstairs and the driver helps us put them in the car. Jess talks for the whole ride to the airport, and for the first time in an extremely long time, I'm close to happy.

When we get to the airport, the driver gives us our plane tickets and we go inside. Jess buys some snacks, but I just sip a bottle of water; I'm not in the mood to throw up, especially after the great day I've been having, plus I can't risk Jess finding out.

We're finally called onto the plane, and Jess and I skip on the jetway, arms linked, calling out, "America, here we come!"

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Okay, so that was pretty short, basically just an introductory chapter. If you liked it, please vote or comment, and spread the word :)