Mute Girl (One Direction) [WATTY AWARDS, PLEASE VOTE AS YOU READ]

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Hi guys, I am very, very, very sorry for the crappy chapters lately.

“Oh father,” Patricia sang, blissfully, behind the closed doors of the music room. “Please father, put the bottle down,” She flawlessly played each chord and note on the piano, oblivious to the fact that Harry was standing right outside the door. “For the love of a daughter…”

Harry grinned. She’s amazing, he thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard the doorknob twisting. Harry panicked and ran for the table and squished under it.

Patricia came out, dressed in some ripped jeans and a navy hoodie. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail. He stared at her, and then, out of nowhere, he felt a stunning pain in his head. He had hit his head against one of the legs of the table.

When Patricia was gone, Harry came out from under the table. He went into the room that Patricia had come out of. He stared at the piano, thinking back to the words he had heard Patricia singing.

“What a girl,” he said to himself.

*

Louis looked at his phone. The screen was on Patricia’s Twitter page.

“How?” Louis thought, looking at his phone screen. “How is she getting more hate?”

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@Patricia2221 I saw that picture of you with Louis. You’re such an idiot. Don’t you get it? He’s there because he’s sorry. That’s just MY Louis.

Wow, Louis thought, reading the last tweet. No way would he date a girl like that.

*

Niall smiled, as he watched Patricia. She was reading a book, silently. She looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so cute.

Niall went back to his magazine, taking a glance every two seconds. Once in a while they caught each other’s eyes and just laughed it off.

Niall smiled to himself, barely reading the magazine. Patricia was beautiful, and she didn’t even know it.

*

Liam sighed, taking the diary. He was going to bolt out of the door, just then, Zayn came up to him.

“Hey mate!” Zayn said, as Liam panicking, put the diary inside his coat.

“Why so nervous?” Zayn asked, staring.

“Nervous?” Liam fake laughed, “Who’s nervous. I’m not nervous!”.

“OK”, Zayn replied, slowly, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “Simon wants us at the studio, like now. Could you tell the boys?”

“Why do I have to?!” Liam, suddenly, yelled. “I have other things to do! You tell them!”. With that, he left, leaving his friend stunned.

I know, short, but less crappy, right? I’m going make this quick and short, 5 comments. Just 5 and as many votes as you think I deserve. OK? Bye. Hope I’m doing justice to this story, PLEASE GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS!! I DESPRATELY NEED THEM! DO IT FOR ONE DIRECTION. I’LL GIVE THE BEST SUGGESTION DEDICATION AND A VIRTUAL COOKIE!

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