A Glimpse of Fate ~A One Direction Fanfic~

Hey guys! So I was just sitting around the house when the idea for this story popped up in my head. Hope you like it!

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I gave a last fleeting glance at the cracked mirror on my side wall. My slightly wavy brown hair was thrown up into a messy pony tail, but was covered by my faded grey hoodie as to hide my face from nosey people. I had thrown on a pair of shredded jeans, and they weren't like that when I first got them. On my feet were my black converse that were a bit scuffed up. Dangling from my neck, was the locket I've had since I was born. I could never open it to see what was inside, though.

Satisfied with my look and knowing it wouldn't draw attention to myself, I grabbed the backpack filled with necessities and swung it over my shoulder.

Before leaving via window, I gave the room I had lived in almost my whole life a last look. My bed was shoved against the far wall with a faded and patched quilt thrown carelessly on top of it. Next to it was a bedside table with the only actual light source on top of it; a small lamp with a light blue shade covering the light bulb inside.

I wasn't going to miss this room. It didn't hold any happy memories or sentimental value. I slept, read, and ate in this room. That's about it.

I walked over to the small window crammed behind my bed post. I used to look at the stars when I couldn't sleep. Now it was going to be my escape.

Looking out the window, I glanced down. It wasn't that far of a fall, but I wouldn't exactly leave me unscathed.

Heaving the window up, I felt the cool night air blow across my face, calming me.

First I threw my bag down, hearing the small thud it mad when it hit solid ground. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and jumped. I felt the wooshing of the air as I soared downward. When I felt my feet hit, I bent my knees to try and absorb most of the fall.

The fall jolted my right knee a bit but not enough to seriously injure myself. I might have a slight limp, but it would go away in a couple of days.

Not looking back, I left the property for what I hoped would be for good.

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It's been about a week since I left. If you hadn't exactly noticed yet, I had run away. I would not waste my life there anymore.

I've been staying at a local motel that a good friend owned. He owed me a favor because his motel had almost been robbed, but I had called the cops right away when I noticed.

I have been trying to find a job this whole time, but no one would hire a thirteen year old girl. I really needed the money, too. I mean, sure, David, the motel owner, was letting me stay for free, but I didn't want to be a free loader.

Currently, I was walking the busy streets of New York City just wandering around. A lot of people had been giving me suspicious looks. Probably because of what I was wearing. A black beanie was on my head with my grey hoodie over that, making shadows dance across my face. Besides that, I had on my normal ripped jeans and black converse.

I rubbed my hands together and brought them up to my mouth in an attempt to keep them warm in the frigid fall air.

Spotting a Starbucks, I hurriedly walked inside. I stood in line looking straight ahead, not meeting anyone's eye. I stopped caring what people thought of me a couple years ago.

I left once I got my steaming cup of coffee. I cupped my hands around the disposable cup and took sips of it occasionally.

My head snapped up in surprise as a group of girls ran past me. I felt myself raise an eyebrow at no one in particular. It's not everyday that you see a small crowd of rowdy girls running down the sidewalks of New York. Okay, never mind. It probably isn't that much of an unusual occurrence.

So, like the stupid girl I am, I followed them. Hey, don't judge me. I'm curious. I know, I know. Curiosity killed the cat. Well, newsflash, I'm not a cat.

I made steady, brisk steps to keep up with them. I wasn't exactly jogging because I didn't want to look like a stalker or anything. Even though that practically doing. Yeah, I'm a loser.

When I actually paid attention to where I was going, I felt my eyes slightly widen in surprise and uncertainty. Surprise, because a large group of people had formed. Uncertainty, because I was never good with crowds.

I grimaced and covered my ears when the ear splitting shrieks made its way into my ear drums.Holy Jesus, these girls had some pipes on them.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I gulped at the thought of what I was about to do. I blew it out and shoved off my hood. Hoping it made my appearance seem less creapy, I walked over to a girl on the edges of the crowd looking desperate to find a way in.

I softly tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around swiftly looking annoyed.

"What do you want?" she asked in a brisk voice. Um, rude much? I rolled my eyes at her obvious annoyance, my nervousness long forgotton.

"What's with this crowd. Oh, did someone die!" I asked horrified. It was her turn to roll her eyes at me.

"Totally not. No one would care about that. It's One Direction!" she squealed. I felt myself flinch away from her at the high note her voice reached. Once I fully processed what she said, I felt the need to scoff. Oh, so a dead person wasn't shocking, but one direction soo was.

Hang on. What the heck is a one direction. Obviously these people aren't blond enough to not know one diection from another.

A/N: No offense to blonds. I'm one myself. And all the blond jokes about me get pretty annoying. Well, never mind that, back to the story!

I decided to voice my thoughts.

"Uh, what's a one direction?" I asked. She looked at me like I just killed her dog.

"You don't know who One Direction is? Are you stupid? They are like the hottest boy band in the world! My idols! And one of their members, Harry Styles, is my future husband," she declared.

I just shook my head at her in wonder. Girls like her are what make stereo types for the rest of us. Giving up on her, I walked away. I went back to the sidewalk and continued my stroll around the busy city.

I looked back and saw the crowd dispersing, the result of some tough looking guys that would surely tower over my 5'3 frame. I caught sight of the people in the middle. There were five guys, all a lot older looking than I was. Most probably in there late teens, early twentys. Just as I was about to turn away, my eyes locked with one of the band members.

He had a big mop of curly brown hair and green eyes. Not giving it a second thought, I turned back around and walked away.

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That pic is Evie. Shes the main character!