The Ugly Truth... Of One Direction

Dedicated to: @katpry One of my FAVORITE wattpad writers! Encouraged me to write. :) Thanks!

Author's Note:

Hello! I'm kinda new to writing... so this is my first fan fiction. I'm not a complete expert on 1D but I know enough. SO if I get something wrong don't tear me to pieces. please? :) but I hope you read it and like it... so please Vote, Comment, and I guess... be critical? hehe tell me if you like it or not. I CAN TAKE CRITICISM SO PLEASE TELL THE TRUTH AND NOT WHAT I WANT TO HEAR! If not, then forever hold your peace as I delete this.. err... experiment? completely. :) OH! and also... this is kinda like a preview of a part...... so just tell me if its okay... THANKS! (now I'll shut up.) :)

~Love Juliet (not really my name... )

PREVIEW....

-------------------Blake's POV-------------------

"For the last time, LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" I said as I trudged across the roof of the building, seething with anger. Why don't people understand that when I DON'T want to talk about things they should just leave it?

"But I just-"

I quickly spun around. "Save it Zayn. I really could care less. Could you please just... go away." I was starting to sound like a stubborn teenager but I just needed my space. I could see anguish cross his face as I spat the words out. I never meant to hurt him, but somehow the words struck him like that.

"Wait though! I didn't even get to explain anything! Don't try to push me away because I am TRYING to explain. I-"

I've just about had enough. Clearly annoyed, I quickly bolted towards the stairs. 10 flights may be a lot to run down, but with my great runner's physique I'm sure I can manage. Zayn would be hot on my feet, so I hope I'm fast enough to get away.

I'm sure that any girl would love to be in my position right now. Having Zayn Malik run after you... but I wasn't in the mood AT ALL.

I counted down the flights as I ran. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... I shuddered at the number as I realized that it had been significant in so many ways... 5 boys, 5 days, Floor 5, 5 questions... why would I even think! A few tears started to form, but as I was lost into thought, I tripped over a stair and went tumbling down.

I knew Zayn was close behind but not that close! He swiftly grabbed me and spun me around before I could plummet down another flight.

We just stood there. Our faces inches apart. Both of us staring at each other in the eye, waiting for one to make a move. I let a tear escape as I was lost into his warm and inviting chocolate brown eyes. When he blikned, I took the chance and broke away from his grasp.

I wiped my eyes and again started to count down the flights. 4... 3... 2... 1... and finally I crashed into the ground level floor. I fled the building and was greeted by very warm and humid air outside. For 2:30 A.M., New York City was still pretty lively. I ran down a block and immediately went to the curb and called a taxi. I need to get away from my horrid life.

I looked back at my apartment building and saw Zayn running out and surveying the streets, looking for me. Swiftly, I inched off the curb a little onto the streets just so he wouldn't spot me, but with my luck, he did. He ran towards me and I saw his mouth open, but only heard a car horn honking. A bright light surrounded me, and a pain paralyzed my whole body.

That was when everything went black.

Author's Note:

Hmmmmmm... What do you think? :D please comment, vote, and maybe recommend me? Do you like the preview?

~Sincerely Juliet.