When Everything Goes Wrong (One Direction Love Story)

2.The Change

The next few days were a blur; eat, drink, toilet, school, bed, book, sleep, wake. Over and over again. I read a lot to escape the harsh realities of this world. I loved how the book could take you away into a whole new world-just with words. And thats how I made the mistake, but that mistake woke me up.

School had just finished and I walked in through thr front door, dropping my bag on the table. I should be exited. Or at least happy. It was the summer holidays. 6 weeks to do whatever I want. And after those six weeks I would get to see my brother for thr first time in 1.5 years. But now, all this free time was bad. At least school was a distraction from Tom. A time when I had to think things other than "I want him back". But no. So I went to my room, stripped off my uniform, got into some comfy pjs, grabbed a book, and got into bed.

The book I had picked up was "Bridge To Terebithia". I had never read it before and I hadn't seen the movie either so when I saw it on the library shelf I decided to get it because I had no idea what happened.

I was up to the bit where Jess is with Miss Edmunds in Washington, when my iphone beeped with my text tone.

My iphone was very flash-something that Niall had bought me for christmas lat year. It was a iphone5 which Niall had been given as a test sample. But he paid the apple people for another one for me. I also had a customised case-a picture of Niall and me on the beach when we were kids. We were running around a big sandcastle that we built. In white lettering across the top it said "Best Friends" and in black along the bottom it said "Best Siblings".

I looked at the screen and Nialls name popped up. I wanted to read it but my book was good so I decided It could wait.

As I continued to read the book I got to the part where Leslie dies and Jess refuses to accept the truth. It reminded me of how I was acting with the whole tom-me-break-up situation. I kept reading with silent tears streaming down my face and when I got to the end I just sat, crying, for what felt like hours. And when mum walked in and called my name, I took no notice. Then she walked out and like in a far away land I heard her on the phone and a few minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. Then my door opened and I was engulfed in a familiar coconut scented hug. Zac.

I met Zac at intermediate school and we became instant besties. I was what he should be like and vice-versa. I was into sports all the way and Zac was into clothes and shoes and hair and all that sort of girly stuff. If you haven't already guessed, Zac is gay. As we moved through high school I became more girly but I still loved sports. Zac, well, he stayed the same. We were still as close as ever but we didn't see as much of each other as we used too.

As he pulled away from the hug my face lit up and my brain felt like it was on steroids. I was so happy to see Zac and I was also happy to be out of my cloud of sadness. "Zac!" I exclaimed happily while mum, standing by the door, looked relieved. "Told you I can always make her smile Mrs H" he said while winking at me jokingly. I pulled a face.

Zacs dirty blonde hair was lit up by the light from my window and his muscular frame was outlined nicely in the receeding evening light. He looked hot but I would never, I could never think of him as anything more than a best friend. We were just too close, it would feel wrong, not to mention that hes GAY! But I did feel a heavy connection to him-a bond that was bone deep. He was more than my best friend. These last 2 years that Niall has been away, Zac is sort of like a subsitute brother-NOT a replacement but someone to fill Nialls spot while hes absent.

Thinking of Niall made me remember the text he sent me so without warning to Zac I stood up, sending him flying off my bed and into my bookshelf. "Oops, sorry" I said, making my way over to where my phone was. "One new message from NiallCrocodile:p" was written across the screen. I opened up the text and saw this: Hey Clio, how u doin? Listen, thers been a smll change of plans, instead of Ireland the tours starting in Australia so we I'm picking you up 2mro morn and ur cmn with us to stay in Hawaii b4 Aussie. That OK? C u @ 7 :)

"SHIT!" I yelled as I raced out of the room to grab a suitcase, leaving mum, Zac, And dad, who had just came home, looking quite confused.

"Change of plans Nialls picking me up tomorrow at 7" I explained briefly as I threw a pile of my summer clothes at mum, dad and Zac. "Fold" I ordered and dad left the room quickly, muttering something about going for a walk.

Once packed I grabbed the suitcase and 2 bags that were filled with candy and dragged them down to the front door. Who knew clothes could weigh so much??! I also had a day bag that could be used as a handbag, backpack, or beach bag. It had all my toiletries so I could use them tonight and tomorrow morning. It also had some-well, a lot- of money($3000), and some emergency girl products-just in case.

I said a depressing goodbye to Zac and waved at him till he rounded the corner of our street. Then I went back inside and back to bed. I was exited for the morning.

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•~• next morning •~•

"Clio honey, wake up!" Came my fathers gentle voice from beside my bed. Now shaking me he said, "Clio, it's 6:15 and you've got to get ready." Still no reply from me. Why did I have to get ready?... I'm slow in the mornings. "Clio, Niall can't wait forever. Your plane leaves at 8 and the airports half an hour away." That got my attention.

I rolled out of bed bringing the blankets with me, landed on the floor with a loud -and very sore- thud, kept rolling, and banged into dad. "Ouch" I groaned, tomorrow I will have some heavy bruises.

I got dressed into some comfy jeans, a baggy but stylish purple tshirt, a long necklace that said "forever young" in curly script, a few bangles, my customised purple raybans, a black pullover hoodie, and my purple chucks. I then put on some natural looking make-up, mascara and light eyeliner with clear lipgloss. I grabbed my day-bag, currently in handbag style, slid my iphone into my jeans pocket, and made my way down the stairs to have breakfast. It was now 6:45.

After a VERY yummy (and very big) breakfast of pancakes, treacle, bacon, hash browns, and some fruit. I stood up from the table rinsed my plate in the sink and went to bush my teeth and hair in my parents en suite.

For my hair I tied it up in a sleek high ponytail where its natural waviness flowed down my back and slid in a few decorative clips. Then I touched up my make-up, shoved all my toiletry gear back into my day-bag, and re-entered the living room. Where a familiar looking blonde-haired blue-eyed boy stood...

"NIALL!!!" I screamed.

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Authors Note: if anyones reading this can you please leave comments and I will fan you. Im going to do some of the next part in Nialls pov i think. Hope you enjoy!! :)