Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

Finding Mikayla...

A/N – Yep, haven’t updated in a couple days...awkward :D Tried to make my chapters have lots of emotions. Really short I know but it is just a filler.

NIALL’S P.O.V

I gape at the door in which Mikayla just sprinted out of. For a second I am too shocked to form words but then anger rushes through me and I turn to Harry. Zayn walked in and saw the whole drama play out from the doorway and Louis is somewhere downstairs.

My eyes narrow to slits and I force a low growl out of my chapped mouth. Harry gazes up at me, tears streaking down his cheeks. I don’t care how upset he is though.

“Harry. STYLES.  You just broke her heart. You said you would never break her heart. IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!” I scream, my face going red from rage. I lunge forward and knock Harry over and his eyes widen with shock. I land a good hard punch on his face and I can feel Liam attempting to tug me off of him but I just brush him aside and land another punch on Harry.

Harry lets out a soft groan after 3 more punches and he goes limp. A final grunt escapes my mouth and I stand up to see Liam gaping at me.

“Leave me alone Liam...” I growl and head for the door only to knock into Louis, who is red in the face from running.

“GUYS! MICKY JUST RAN AWAY!!!” His eyes are wide and my heart literally skips as beat. I leap towards the front door when I feel a hand grab the collar of my shirt and tug me to the ground. Liam’s now angry brown eyes meet mine and I whimper.

“Niall. I know what Harry did was wrong but that was totally uncalled for. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!!!” Liam screams and my eyes swerve to Harry who is groggily waking up and has tears rolling down his battered face.

“How, do you not feel horribly guilty? How can you be happy with yourself after beating up your BESTFRIEND over a girl!? For doing that, as Daddy Direction, I OFFICIALLY ground you. I will go find Micky.” He ends silently but tensely and I notice Ally standing in the doorway, even she is surprised at that harsh side of Liam. I flinch away and my heart aches with guilt.

“Liam please calm do-“Ally is silenced by Liam who just shakes his head and sprints from the room, head hung in disgust at his bandmates’ attitudes. I hang my head in shame and let pointless tears stream down my face, my shoulders shake as I realize just what I have done.

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LIAM’S P.O.V

My hands ball into fists as I slam the front door shut behind me. How dare Niall punch Harry in the face, he is overreacting by far. I am insanely mad at Harry as well but Niall had no right to do that!

As I walk, currently being drenched by rain, in the direction Mikayla went in I hear a rapidly loudening sobbing noise. Within seconds a bawling Harry shoots past me, racing after Mikayla who I can now see in the distance, and is now increasing pace.

“Harry!” I shout and sprint after him, thank the lord I am a good runner.

His head whips around and though blood is dripping in torrents down from his nose, he just shakes his head and runs on. I sigh and push myself harder, I can tell Harry is only running this fast because adrenaline is pumping through him and he is too exhilarated for his own good. I grimace and by the time I am a couple of metres behind Harry my legs are practically a blur.

I pump my legs faster, sweat and rain mixing on my face. I reach out my hand...and grab the collars of Harry’s shirt. He falls to the ground with a shout and gazes at me, tear and blood smeared on his face. I sigh and look up to see Micky long gone in the distance.

“Harry, you need to go home and fix yourself up. I will get Micky and bring her back but i’m warning you, she is not going to just fall right into your arms. Go home and figure things out. Okay?” I say, and Harry nods quickly.

Soon enough he is on his feet and though he is hanging his head, he walks back home kicking pebbles as he goes. The rain has eased now and it is gently pattering down. It would be relaxing if it weren’t for the fact that Micky has run away and two of my bandmates are being moody.

I sigh and take a deep breath before jogging after Micky, after all she might need to calm down a bit.

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The rain is still coming down put not heavily, the relaxing type of rain. Yeah, I’m not feeling very relaxed...

I have reached a park now and judging from the few awkward chats Micky and I have had, she has noted that she liked this park since she arrived here. I push my matted, wet side fringe out of my eyes and scan the park. My eyes widen when I notice that in one spot the lush grass has been flattened as if someone had been there recently.

I run over to the flat grass and examine it; yes someone has definitely been here. It took me an hour to walk here though so she could be gone by now. I yawn and rub my face in frustration. Why couldn’t life be perfect? I let a small grunt slip from my lips and I freeze. I never grunt, ever. This drama is really getting to me.

I lift my head and search the park with my eyes one more time before sighing, she really is gone.

Suddenly, the rain picks up and my partly drying clothes are now drenched and my sopping wet fringe is drooping back over my face. I suppress as groan as I push the fringe back again and look for some shelter until the rain eases. My eyes flicker to a large, bushy tree with a bench underneath it. A spark of hope lights in my heart but it is hardly a flicker and I am too drained to care whether I get soaked by rain or not.

I trudge over to the tree and slump on the bench. Today has been so tiring, I just want to sleep. The tree above me is thickly leaved and protects me from most of the downpour but a few drops of rain drizzle in every so often. The bench is slightly damp but comforting and warm, perfect for resting. My brain is telling me not to fall asleep but my body is thinking differently. I curl up and let my eyes flutter closed relaxing and just listening to the sound of rain as I drift.

And the sound of deep breathing next to me.  My heart leaps and my eyes snap open at the thought of a random next to me without my knowing. My companion that up until now was not aware of is obviously sleeping and their thick brown hair covers their face. They almost seem familiar but I can’t be sure. There is only one way to find out.

“Um, excuse me...?” I mutter and I gently poke he in the side. She just groans and continues breathing deeply.

“Miss?”  I ask, poking her three times for good luck. No response.

Urgh. I move forward and push the hair out of her face so I can wake her and I freeze up.

Mikayla.

A/N – Just a filler to fill those nasty little gaps! Seriously guys this thing has so many reads but no comments, I’m lonely! Lonely, I am so loooonely. ;)