Text Be More Than Friends

Chapter One: Huge Mistakes

Hi this is my first fanfic, story, One Direction romance ever soooooooooo PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO EASY ON ME!!! I've never shown my writing to anyone so you better feel special.

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CHAPTER 1

P. O. V. = Madison Newman

Was I mad enough to have steam escaping my ears like a demon of some-sort? Eh, probably. My blood was boiling from all the anger of being picked on by the school mean girl once again. Why didn't I stand up to her? I mean after every nitpick she would do to mean Iad come up with thousands of comebacks or flaws I could point out, like for instance the she-devil that called herself Melissa Johnson was only about four-five. Or tha she tended to talk with a stuck-up stereotypical teenager way, why hadn't I thought of that at the time?

Still getting livider and livider as the seconds ticked on I yanked my stupid outdated slide phone and brought open the text box. Whenever I was angry and wanted to blow off steam I would text my best friend, Kaitlin, everything I would like to say Melissa or my older sister or my math teacher or anyone in that matter. It just helped me lose the steam by speaking my feelings.

Me: All heck will break loose in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .

Not quite want to open up to contacts I just angrily jabbed the key in the same pattern of Kaitlin's number.

Kaitlin: Um . . . K?

Me: Y do u even waste ur time on sumthing as stupid as this? Don't u have anything bettr 2 do w/ ur life???

Kaitlin: Um . . .

Me: I don't care how popular u think u r, butt it isn't 'cause u've got talent, it's because ur pretty . . . u no tht rite???

Suddenly there was a lot less anger built up in my system, boiling my blood like it was chicken soup and I was happy I had Kaitlin to release my anger out on although it was strange her name didn't replace the number.

Buzz

Buzz

I grabbed for my phone, a new text from Kaitlin. That was odd; usually after an intense cool down like that Kaitlin would drop it or call me to ask if I was alright. Hmmm, did I do something to upset her?

Kaitlin: I'm sorry u feel lik tht. I guess u can't pleese the world and not everyone is gonna luv our music. BTW how do u know my #?

My heart started to race as blood pounded in my head, that wasn't Kaitlin, I guess I had accidentally punched in the wrong number. Oh God! Oh God! Who had I sent that text to?

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P. O. V. = Liam Payne

I knew not everyone would be a fan . . . I just didn't know their words would sting so badly. I mean sure being in as popular as a band as One Direction was I guess there was bound to be haters. Slowly I powered my phone off in case anymore incoming text messages were to arrive.

Deliberately I turned around to meet the cautious crystalized blue of Niall Horan's eyes, "Li, what's wrong? Did Justin Bieber insult your hair claiming you were copying him again, 'cause if he did you really shouldn't hold it against him." I rolled my eyes. Niall just didn't want Justin to unfollow him on twitter.

"No, I somehow got hate mail," I replied gazing at him gently, he was probably my closest mate in the band and he knew exactly when I was cracking. he could easily read my emotions and knew how to calm them.

"Well don't worry about the haters, lad!" Niall retorted playfully, his Irish accent thick. "Anyhow, Harry's mum is taking us out to dinner at Nando's!" I chuckled good-naturedly, that boy did love his Nando's. Blowing the text off I stood up stretching my arms back so that they made a pop sound, I followed him out of hotel room we were sharing. We were in Dallas for a concert and had an interview to go to about noon; I didn't really feel like doing another interview. We seemed to get bombarded with the same questions every time and the the simple "What do you look for in a girl?" and "Would you date a fan?" were getting tedious. But, knowing I would have to go since management would pitch a fit if I didn't I slipped a plaid button-down shirt over my already bare chest as well as a pair of trousers over my boxers.

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"Alright Nialler, where to now?" Niall looked up from his iPhone and beckoned for me to come closer. I did as I was told and took several tiny steps forward to where Niall sat on the sofa that was in our suite. Quickly Niall slapped me with his left-hand and my cheek felt an intense burning sensation. "Eh! Whatcha do that for? I expected that from Louis but not you!"

Niall shrugged holding back a fit of giggles, his face turning a shade of scarlet. "I tried to smack that worrying expression off your face, Liam. You really shouldn't worry that much, you'll get wrinkles."

"Well thanks, mate, now I'll have a black eye for the interview. Wouldn't management get a kick out of that?"

"Now, you know I was just trying to cheer you up, now come on Harry and Lou and Zayn are already waiting for us in the lobby," my fellow band mate said with that Irish accent all of the girls thought was adorable. Honestly, that accent was really rubbing off on me; I could practically fool anyone in Ireland claiming to be a native. Well, if I wasn't part of a super popular boy band and everyone knew I was from Brittan.

"Alright," I say as I snatch Niall's hat from atop his head and plop it onto my own and run out of the suite. I could hear Niall angry shouting as I dashed along the hallway, I knew I was Daddy Directioner and all but I really have to have some fun sometimes.

"OH, DADDY DIRECTIONER YOU ARE GONNA GET IT!" I hear Niall scream as I sprint down the stairs- no walk. It's not safe to run down stairs. As I go down I hear Niall use some colorful language as he pushes to older women out of his way.

I laugh and turn around, "I'm sorry ma'am! Please excuse my mate's rude behavior!" I call out as they mumble to each other about how children need to show more signs of respect to their elders, like me. Am I really that much of a stick in the mud? Faster I trudge down the steps as Niall catches up as if not knowing it's not good to run on stairs, finally I reach ground level and see Harry, Zayn, and Louis at the bottom. Quickly I toss Lou the cap and regally places it on his head as if he's the queen. I have hardly a second to laugh before Niall tackles me to the ground, pinning my back down.

"Where my hat, Liam?" He asks looking me straight in the eyes, I can definitely see the confusion on his face given the fact the cap isn't on my head.

"I don't know, Nialler, why don't you ask Lou?" I smirk flipping him over so that our position have swapped. Niall bends his head so that he's lookin' at Lou who is playing with the hat, putting it on his head asking Harry how it looks then placing it on Harry's head and returns the favor by judging it on upon Harry's head. I really have to hold back a laugh, awe poor Niall.

"Louis! Give me my hat back!" Niall shouted attracting the wondering stares of residents of the hotel passing by. Lou shook placing the hat back on his head as Zayn broke out in hits of laughter as Louis made funny faces.

"Liam, Louis, Niall, boys, that is enough. Please, we have to go to the interview." Paul said coming into the lobby still groggy from sleep, I rolled my eyes following him. I was still mad he didn't let us keep those dogs from that one interview ages ago, I don't know why it still bugged me. Still I followed Paul out into the car management had rented for us in the states as the lads followed.

Thanks for reading!!! Sorry I didn't include much Madison P. O. V.! Don't hate me Ah!!!

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Ashley J