It all started with a car

i hate boys

We were in Orlando now, the last few hours were hard. I tried to help Amanda as much as possible, the police officer had to make arrangements for her mother's body. Amanda had to make arrangements with her aunt to take her sister for a few more days while we were still on tour. She tried her hardest to keep from breaking down every five seconds, every once in awhile curling into me, I was her security blanket. When we had actually arrived in Orlando, we went straight in and checked in. The boys went to Orlando Studios while I stayed with Amanda. She didn't do much now that she didn't need to make descisions she sat in the room staring off from the balcony. Her brown messy locks were in a bun ontop her head, even with how disheveled and weary she looked Mandi was still perfect. I sat next to her grabbing her hand rubbing circles into it. Tracing the lines of her hand she spoke.

“I'll take a semester at a college in London.”

My head snapped up, she was still staring off into space, I cupped her face and made her look at me.

“What'd you say?” I asked slowly looking into her dark eyes for any sign of a joke.

“I'll take a semester of college in a London Uni.” She replied again and I couldn't help but throw my arms around her, “Harry...Harry.” I hear her say muffled into my shoulder.

“Yes.”

“It will have to be after the funeral. I still need to arrange things with my sister, I'm sure my aunt will take her but I don't want to burden her. So if it becomes a problem, I'll have to drop out and leave.”

I nodded in understandment pushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear, I then stood up pulling her along. “C'mon. We're going to go do something fun. We've been sitting around all night and day.”

She protested but I looked at her raising my eyebrow at her. Amanda sighed in protest shrugging on some shorts and a blouse. Leaving her hair in a bun she put a little makeup on, tutting at me when I told her she didn't need makeup. Grasping my hand we walked out and I smiled. She was going to get the joy of golfing.

---Amanda--

“WHO THE FUCK MADE UP GOLF.” I grunted in aggrivation as I tried to hit the ball for the 30th time we had only gotten to hole 3 within the span of an hour. Harry by this time was crying in laughter, I made sure to wack him with the club a couple times. Glaring at him, he wasn't good either his balls went into the trees or into the lake. He could at least hit his, I had figured out awhile ago why he had taken me golfing. It was a good stress reliever and I really hadn't thought about what had happened to my mom.

It was her fault that she died, shes the one that drank till she dropped. Literally. Then again I could never really blame my mom, are father was gone and that left her with two kids to take care of. By herself in the big bad world of LA. Alcohol was her stimulant, it made her happy but it depressed her at the same time so much. I had felt the same way, but I would never be my mother. I would never let alcohol be the reason to beat my kids senseless.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of two familiar arms wrap around me and grab the club helping me swing and hit the ball making it fly closer to the hole. I turned smiling at Harry, pulling him slightly closer to peck him on the lips. We walked to where our respective balls were to take our next hit, I remembered our conversation on the balcony, I made the descision to move to the UK for a semester of college. Harry would be there with me and we wouldn't be to far and we would still be able to maintain our relationship so now that I didn't have to worry about my mom. I had to worry about me and my feelings. I had to consider my happiness and if it was worth it. Which moving to another country was more than worth it.

I looked over at Harry he was my rock through thick and think. Lets hope that nothing would ruin this ever.

---Taylor's POV---

Everything had died down for a bit I hadn't fully left my emotions from Zayn but it was awkward now to talk to him after he literally got beat up by one of his best mates over me. We were at Universal Studios and We literally did not need to wait at all. Just pick a ride they closed it down for five minutes just for us and everything. I think it took a little bit of the fun out of sitting with a bunch of random people or messing with people in tunnels ect. We had been walking around the whole park for a good day or so, I snuck a peek at Zayn. I missed talking to him, but all he did was ignore me.

Was it because I didn't defend him? I sighed and leaned my head back running a hand through my red hair, Niall hovered over me as we walked and I smiled at him.

“Whats wrong Tay?”He asked.

I lifted my head and shrugged, looking at Zayn again. Niall followed my trail of eyesight to Zayn and I could see him frown and only nod in understanding. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and I looked up at Niall he looked down at me smiling, “I got ya,” He said giving me a squeeze before returning his hands inside his pockets.

The next ride was a water ride, I absolutely hated getting wet. Want to know the worst part of this? I was wearing a white shirt. Just fuckin' great. We all gathered into the raft thing and I groaned.

“What? Afraid Of Water?” I heard Zayn shoot out at me. I shot a glare at him

“No. I just HAPPEN. To be wearing a white shirt ya know.” I shot back with just as much venom.

But as much as I wanted the awkwardness to sit, it didn't because everyone realized it aswell and started cracking up. I flipped them all the bird an leaned into my seat hoping to get as little wet as possible. Unfortunately, the ride had other plans for me.

--Amanda POV--

Harry and I had a great day together it was quite relaxing really. We were now sitting around waiting for the rest of the group to get back. We didn't need to call them to ask when they were here, just the few screams of fangirls would alert us. But, instead it was the sound of arguing down the hall. I peeked out the door to watch as Zayn and Taylor stood there using very big gestures and yelling.

“You know maybe if you hadn't went off and shagged that girl in Westchester, Maybe we would be together Zayn.”

“Ha, sure. When your galivanting around in a wet t-shirt and flirting with my band mate. That makes me real convinced that you like me.” He scoffed.

“Well, Niall seems to be a better guy then you'll ever be.” She hissed trying to get in his face, but as she was only five feet tall she failed on that mark. Taylor turned on her heels and started for the room I quickly laid on the bed and grabbed a book and Taylor came in and threw herself on the other bed.

“I hate boys.” She stated groaning.