“Clara’s not moving in with you Zayn, and that’s final.” Paul said through gritted teeth. “Niall is the one who is posing as her brother, and she’ll be moving in with Niall.”
“Ha!” Niall exclaimed, his mouth full of food. “I win!”
“Not fair,” Zayn grumbled.
“I don’t see why she can’t live with me.” Liam said. “I’m the sensible one.”
“Because it just makes more sense for her to live with her brother.” Paul said.
“All their going to do is get fat together!” Louis whined. “She can live with Harry and I!”
“That’s offensive; you can’t refer to a girl as fat. That’s just rude.” I told Louis.
He just shrugged, sending me his sass face. “All you guys do together is eat.”
“We have fast metabolisms,” Niall said, taking another bite of his burger. “Just because you know you’re going to end up on True Life: I’m Too Fat to Continue Being Famous doesn’t mean that we are.”
“Rude,” Louis said, sassing at Niall. I threw my hands up in frustration.
“Stop arguing,” Paul said, massaging his forehead. “Clara and Niall live ten minutes away from you Zayn, so it’s not like you won’t see your girlfriend. And Liam, we all know you and Danielle will be moving in together any day now, and you aren’t going to want her to live with you once you do. As for Harry and Louis, there are already enough rumors going on about the two of you, having Clara move in with you would send you skyrocketing.”
“And it would be inappropriate, given last night’s performance.” Zayn muttered, slitting his eyes at Harry. “Since someone doesn’t respect the band code enough-”
“Harry’s not the only member who broke a part of the band code, okay Zayn?” Louis interrupted, looking from Harry to Zayn. “So lay off him.”
“Can you please stop arguing about me as if I’m not here?” I finally snapped. Everyone in the car glanced over at me like they just remembered I was in the car, even Paul in the front seat. “Has anyone asked me where I’d like to live?” There was silence in the car. “Exactly. I’m not a shiny new toy that you can all fight over; I am a human being for god sake! If it were up to me, I would leave and let you all get over me and get on with your lives, but since I own all of you a lot of money and you all are massively attached to me for some unknown reason I’d like to live with Niall. Not just because he’s my brother, but because he’s the one who doesn’t care how much I eat, or who I’m having sex with, or if I cry when someone else sings to me that I may or may not have feelings for. And Liam, well you haven’t really done anything for me to resent you for so you’re a first choice too, but Paul has a point about you and Danielle. So that’s why I didn’t choose you.” I told him. Everyone else was staring at their hands, except for Niall, who happily ate his burger with a wide smile on his face. “So please. I have a mind, and I can make it up myself.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you Clara.” Paul said. “So I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to apologize; I just wanted you guys to remember I exist.” I mumbled.
“We could never forget you existed,” Zayn said, taking my hand in his. I pulled it out of his and put my earphones in. I really didn’t feel like holding Zayn’s hand at the moment. Or any time soon. We’d gotten in a huge fight last night, after his signing, when we were back in our hotel room. It had started out innocent enough.
“Would you fancy a shower with me?” Zayn asked, the second the boys came back to the dressing room after their signing. I was on Twitter, looking at all the trending tags that had to do with me dead, or how lucky I was. Obviously the fans had caught on to what was going on tonight.
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أدب الهواةClara stumbled into the arms of the very handsome Harry Styles one night working - as a prostitute. Now, Harry is convinced he needs to help her and offers her a job as One Direction's personal assistant. While Clara works for them to pay off the de...