My First Fanfic

5.

A/N: I received a message asking me to update this. So I did! Tbh I didn't even read over this chapter before posting it so enjoy it in all of its cringey, carroty glory! I miss being 14/15, y'all. Actually I just barely scrolled down a bit and there's a joke I made in here that none of you are going to get because it doesn't even make sense. I am horrible. Why do some of you want to read this. 

Chapter 5

Those words sounded familiar. My stomach churned with annoyance. "What was that?" I asked.

"Just a song I wrote."

"I've heard it before," I said softly.

Harry tossed Niall the ball, who tucked it under his arm and watched with amusement. "Yeah, you probably have," Niall said, biting his lip to hide a smile.

I looked at Liam, who was trying to hide his grin. Louis was smiling easily while Zayn just gazed at us quietly. "Okay. What am I missing?" I tested.

Liam chuckled. "We are kind of a band."

"If she has forgotten her personal life, and also forgotten us, does that mean we were part of her life?" Harry was smirking.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I still don't understand."

"I'm Harry."

"From One Direction," Liam stated.

"Who?"

Louis took a step forward. "Platinum album."

"On the cover," Harry said with a deep dimple.

"Thousands of screaming fans?" Zayn put in.

My head started to hurt from thinking so hard, but something came through. "Wait. That stupid song... What Makes You Beautiful?" I muttered, rubbing my temples.

Harry's jaw dropped. Niall laughed, slapping his head. "I can't believe you just said that about our hit single," Harry said, stomping into the house.

"Oh. Sorry! I didn't-"

One by one, they all walked inside, Zayn just seemed to follow quietly, chuckling to himself. Niall was still laughing, and Louis pretended to cry. Liam smiled at me, patting my shoulder. "I'm glad you remembered something," he said before stepping up the stairs and inside.

I stared at the door for a moment. I did remember. Little flashes of memories came back of me changing the channel every time that song came on. I didn't hate the band... I just didn't really like that song.

"I didn't mean to be rude!" I called.

"Inappropriate!" Harry yelled from somewhere.

With an exasperated sigh, I plopped on my butt, glaring out at the open field. Wait. Field. No fences. This was an apartment complex. I could run. Easily. I'm sure Niall was in there finding food, Louis was probably teasing someone, most likely Zayn about his quiff. Harry was probably texting some girl, and I'm sure Liam was keeping an eye on all four of them.

Not one person was paying attention to me. I stood, looking in the windows. I didn't see any of the boys. I casually paced for a moment, then started walking away from the apartment/house thing. As I walked, I tucked my hands into my hoodie pockets.

Wait. I realized then I hadn't even seen what I was wearing.

Jeez I'm an idiot. I was wearing a peach hoodie and skinny jeans. It was not a good look.