What Makes You Beautiful (1D fan-fic)

Chapter 5 - KFC

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Chapter 5.

"HE WHAT?" Dylan exploded.

"Dylan, calm down." I told him rolling my eyes as if it were nothing. "it's not like he's the first person who has ever hit me." Dylan's face was purple, I'm not even exaggerating. It was as if he was going to explode any minute.

The boys looked gob-smacked.

"Not the only person....What?" Harry mumbled dazed.

"Dylan, you know how the irish are." his facial expression didn't change.

"Maybe it's just Dublin then.." I mumbled. "If it helps, I hit them back." I tried.

"Guys hit girls here?" Louis asked. I nodded.

"yeah, I'm not the only one who gets smacked around." I told them truthfully.

"Smacked around." Liam repeated. I bit my lip.

"How bout' we go to sleep?" I suggested.

"Not so fast, I am so telling my mom and your dad." Dylan told me sternly. My jaw dropped.

"You can't!" I exclaimed. "I swear to god, if you say anything that will be the last thing I ever tell you." I threatened.

"I can't just not say anything! Your my little sister and your getting Hurt. What would you do if it was Ava?" he shot at me. I grinned.

"Easy, I'd beat them up."

Dylan thought about it, then a wicked grin made it's way onto his face.

"That's a good idea!" he exclaimed. " I'll just make sure they don't hit you again."

"What? No!" I objected. " Dylan it's like all the guys in my year." I told him. He shook his head.

"I don't care."

"Guys, tell him." I turned to the boys. Instantly, their heads dropped to the floor. "Guys?" I repeated in a whisper. "Ugh! I can take care of myself Dylan!" I complained. It's not like I needed him to babysit me.

"Obviously not." Zayn muttered. I shot him a glare.

"Obviously not." I mimicked in a snarky tone. "I don't get it as bad as most girls in my year because I don't just there stand there giggling about it, I hit them back twice as hard, okay? I can take care of myself."

"Hold on- Girls...like it? They don't mind that guys hit them?" Harry asked. I shrugged.

"It's all those superficial girls, they think they have a crush on them or something." I told him, rolling my eyes. He nodded, his eyes masked with confusion.

"Well, I'm going to bed." I told them, making my way upstairs.

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"Where are you going?" Dylan asked looking me up and down from head to toe. I look down at myself. A skirt and a top.

"Uh, out? Is that okay dad?" I asked him sarcastically.

"Where?" Harry asked joining the conversation.

"The square."

"But thats in tallaght." Dylan objected. I nodded. "Well, That's in dublin!" he exploded.

"My friends can't come up here, I have to go down there.." I trailed off.

"Are we not your friends?" Niall asked with a pouting face. I shook my head.