Crappy Pop & Punk Rock

Chapter 1

Niall's POV

"That's what makes you beautiful," we chorused as our preformance came to an end. Thousands of girls cheered and screamed blasting my ear drums with a mild pain.

We were in Arabor, New York, preforming a benefit concert for cancer awareness, and we'd raised over $200,000! It was amazing how supportive our fans were. We truly have the best fans in the world.

"That was great you guys! We did so well!" Harry exclaimed, practically cuddling Louis. "Yeah, we always do Hazza," Louis remarked. I giggled at their antics, and turned to Liam and Zayn, who where both talking to their girlfriends. I deeply sigh and hang my head low. All the guys seem to have girlfriends except for me. I mean, just look around Louis has Eleanor, Zayn has Perrie, Liam has Sophia, and Harry has half of the female population.

I, on the other hand, remain forever alone. I mean yeah I could date one of my amazing fans, but management doesn't allow us to do so; which really sucks because I'm not interested in any celebrities, and I'm sick of not having someone to cuddle with at night, or someone to hold and cherish like the other lads do. I'm broken from my thought with a snap in my face.

"Hey Nialler, you alright? You don't seem like yourself," Liam says to me with worried eyes. I shake my head and smile. "Nahh! I'm fine just thinking to hard that's all," I say reassuringly. I gives me a look that says he's not convinced, but he shurgs it off anyways. "Alright, but don't space out because we're about to-"

"WE FOUND THEM!"

"OMG ITS ONE DIRECTION!!!"

"LETS GET 'EM!!!!"

"Oh shit! Boys start running we're about to be mobbed!" Liam yelled, as we all start running for our lives. Don't get me wrong, we love our fans, but some of them are a little too crazy for our taste. I'm running as fast as my legs can take me and not looking back. I stop to catch my breath and calm my breathing I look around and o realize something.

I'm all by myself.

Oh shit! This is bad. I must've gotten separated from the boys. I hear screaming and I take off yet again. I can already see my future grave stone. Niall Horan, death by fangirls. That doesn't sound like a good way to die to me.

I dont realize where I'm going until I trip and fall on my face. I groan in pain, but get right back up. I look around and I'm in a dark alley....I don't like dark alleys. I try to turn back around and I see the fans STILL looking for me, and they've spotted me.

So this is it. Goodbye world. It was nice knowing you. I braced myself for the painful impact, but suddenly a hand takes hold of my wrist and starts to drag me away from my fans! I can't see their face as its covered by a black hoodie.

The person kept dragging me from alley to alley, and from street to street, until we are in front of a medium-sized, gray painted, and graffitied house. Ok this person didn't save me, this person kidnapped me!

"Hey look! Kidnapping isn't right! It's against the law, and I swear to God if you don't-"

"Get inside, unless you want your innocence being taken away by 14 & 15 year old girls," The person said.

This voice was a women! It was a bit lower than the average girl. I'm surprised by her abnormally strong grip. I was about to protest, until I hear screaming, and she immediately grabs my wrist, yet again, and drags me into the house.

You would think from house looked like outside, however the inside was all well kept and cleaned. There was a living room, a kitchen, and small dinning room, with a small flight of stairs.

"Make yourself comfortable. You're gonna be hear a while," The girl said,still covered by the black hoodie. My eyes widened in shock. I gave her a look and shook my head.

"What do you mean I'm going to be here awhile?" I asked, my voice filled with worry.

She stood still with her back facing me before shaking her head. "What I mean is, here in this town, when the celebrities come, the fans are out for blood. They basically keep you prisoner here in town till they give up, which takes on average 1-3 months. I hate to say it, but unless you want to be a sex slave, you are gonna have to stay here," She said calmly.

Ok she is insane. Fans keeping the boys and I prisoner in this town? This is obviously a joke. "Ok I'll admit it was a cleaver story you came up with, but if you really wanted to talk to me-" "I'm not joking its true. The cops can't do a damn thing here, without worrying about their lives being taken by a fucking psychotic fangirl! I'm seriously not joking! Besides you wouldn't be here if you had security with you right?"

Omg she's right! If security was there I would be at a hotel with the boys. And if it wasn't for her, I'd be in some teenage girls' closet naked and tied up.

"Ok you're right; If security was there I'd be in a hotel with my mates not here with you. By the way, why did you bring me here in the first place, and why did you save me?"

"It's simple really. I brought you here so you can live another day, and I saved your sorry ass because you were really pathetic against a few teenage girls, and that needs to change," she said with a snarky tone.

I glared at her. "Hey! First of all, very offended. Second if all, what makes you think you can change me?" I gave her back a worried glance, she than stripped the hoodie off her back and turned around.

My jaw dropped at the sight of her. Her hair was a rainbow of colors with black as its base. Her eyes were silver to compliment her snow, pale skin. Her lips were a bright pink with a thick black lip ring. Underneath her hoodie was a shirt that has 'Sex Pistols' on it with rubber bracelets going all up her arms,with ripped black skinny jeans, and worn-out black converse.

I looked at her and couldn't believe it. She was really small and didn't look a day over 17. She was beautiful to but her attitude is to much to handle.

"Hehe. I haven't figured it out but I will eventually."
I rolled my eyes but gave her a stare.

"What's your name and how old are you?" I nervously asked.
"My name is Charlotte Jones, however you and everyone else call me Scar. Got it?? I nodded quickly, "And I am 17, but will be 18 in a mouth. Oh and there's one more thing you should know."
I gave her a weirded glance and asked "Well? What is it?" She came close to me, her head near my chest, due to her shortness. She smirked while she grabbed my shirt and whispered in my ear that sent a chill down my spine.

"I'm going to be your worse nightmare; That's not a threat, it's a promise."