Going the Right Direction(A One Direction Story)

Look-a-likes and crying blondes? Sure, why not..

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"Yes?" I sighed, turning my attention to them again.

"Louis doesn't wanna give me a carrot" He pouted at the same time he pointed at Louis.

"Ok, everyone in the living room, NOW." I said. First a cookie, and now a carrot? Did they starve this kid or what?

"Liam get your sexy ass over here!" Louis screamed. I swear, one more scream, and I'm either going deaf or my head will probably explode.

I followed Zayn into what seemed to be the living room and waited.

I didn't really know what I was going to tell them, but I was having enough with all their bickering. I'm not used to this I guess.. Maybe that's why my headache was growing a little.

Zayn sat on a cushion on the floor, while Harry and Louis went to sit in a love seat, I think it's called.. Only to finish with Louis on the bottom and Harry sitting on his lap, whispering things to each other and then giggling quietly. Those where two weird boys..

Liam came in a second later and sat on the floor, resting his back on the sofa I was sitting on.

"Hey, where's Nialler?" Louis asked

I was surprised he hadn't screamed at last.

"Who's Nialler?" I asked, forgetting for a second why I had even called them to the living room.

Harry turned and looked at me. What the fuck? Was it me, or for some reason I had just pictured my face in Harry's features, again? I'm officially going crazy... I have to stop seeing things, that kid can't be anything like me.

Sleep, that's what you need Dai.. Lots and lots of sleep.

"I thought you knew who we where.." Harry said, a frown on his face, obviously confused.

"Uh no, I told you, my sister was the fan, not me. I only knew who you and Zayn were, 'cause my sister had posters of you two in her room.. If it wasn't for her, I really wouldn't have a clue of who you guys where." I said vaguely.

"Oh.. What's your sisters name?" He replied, interested in the change of subject

"Her name's.. Her, her name's Jazz.." I mumbled, looking at the floor. It still hurt, thinking I was this separated from them, never seeing them again. My scars began tingling, which I thougth was weird, cause it seemed as they were responding to my sadness.. Ok, I definetly need some sleep, I'm imagining weirder stuff now..

"Jazz? That's a pretty name.. But it also seems kinda' familiar" Harry's response made my attention go back to the boys.

"Really? That's funny. She also had a twin brother named Hazz; they were the best friends you could ever imagine" I frowned a little.

Hazz DID look a little like Harry too, now that I think about it. But coincidence, it's all a mere coincidence. I shook that thought away and smiled to myself at all those memories me and the twins had shared together. Why did this have to happen to me?

I felt a huge lump in my throat again and my heart felt like a thousand pounds heavier. I felt the sudden urge to cross my razor across my skin to make the images go away. No, not here, I thought. Not in front of these boys..

Zayns head snapped up and looked straight into my eyes, like he knew something he shouldn't..

Gahh.. I really need to sleep. I keep repeating it too much.

"Are you sure you're allright Dai?" He asked, concern in his voice

"Yeah, yeah, I keep spacing out, I guess it's because of the jetlag, I'll be better tomorrow.." I lied. I had to admit I was a good liar, it almost felt like it was the only thing I was good at.

Zayn stared hard at me. It seemed like he knew I wasn't telling the truth. Which of course was impossible, nobody ever discovered my lies..

"So where is this Niall person?" I asked changing the subject again.

"Here" A little irish-accent responded. I turned to my left and saw a blond kid with the saddest expression in the world coming into the room looking at the floor and crying.

That's when I felt it. I felt a pull, a strong one, towards the blond kid. It was undescribable, like we where meant to be, like he was the only person in the world. In my world..

You're tired Dai.. What the fuck is going on with my brain? I didn't even know these guys! Ugh.

I mentaly slapped myself(again) and quickly let it go, turning back to the boys instead.

"Nialler, what happened?" All the boys quickly got up and went to hug the crying boy.

Honestly, I had never seen any guy cry, but this was breaking my heart more than it should. So while the other boys were distracted with Niall, I slowly took out my razor from the back pocket and slightly squeezed it in my hand, letting little droplets of blood come out.. I needed the pain to concentrate or I would surely lose it too and collapse crying on the floor. But no, I don't cry in front of other people. I'm tough, right?

"I-.. They hate me. They hate me just because of my theeth.. for god sake's! I think I should just leave the band..I can't even sing that well, I'm not helping you guys much, I'm just giving you bad reputation, and.." Niall said between small hiccups and short breaths.

"What? Niall, no way, if they're real fans.. They'll love you no matter what. You can't pay attention to people who barely know you! And besides, we'll be really crushed if you left us, we wouldn't be One Direction without you.." Liam interrupted.

That's when it really sank in.. I was going to live with One Direction..

Ahh shit. Why did I have a bad feeling about this?

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A/N

Enjoooooy<3