Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)

Answers/ Little Things/ and attacked

“All right here we go answers to all your questions favorite color black, Home town Bradford, best friend well don’t have one, nickname Skits, Favorite 1D song Don’t forget where you belong, Favorite song in general Paradise by Coldplay, Favorite boy Zayn sorry to the rest of you your all awesome, One Direction or Taylor Swift that is like a no brainer One Direction, do I know how to shoot a gun and what kind have you shot why would you ask but Yes I do know how to and I have shot a 12 gage 44 barrel shotgun, and flying in a plane yeah once or twice”,I said.   

“YOU DON’T HAVE A BEST FRIEND”,Louis screamed.I jumped back a few feet now I see why they say Louis is the loudest in the group.

“Yeah I don’t have a best friend is there something wrong with that not everyone is a bloody social butterfly but then you can be me and have anthropophobiawhich is a phobia of bloody god damned people”,I snapped taking a step forward my fists clenched in rage.

“It’s alright love never-mind him all right but now one last question would you like to sing with us”,Harry asked.I bit my lip thinking and thinking I was over contemplating yes or no.But I already knew my answer.

“Sure why not”,I said.You only live once so this is a perfect time to start living.

“All right we’ll do Little Things”,Liam said glancing over at me.I simply nodded and then dodged an on coming microphone that Harry chucked at me.The crowd went up in a roar of laughter.

“Thanks a lot Styles”,I shouted back while I went to grab the mic.Then someone came up behind me and lifted me on their shoulder’s.

“Holy shit what the hell”,I screeched.Then I look down at who had me.Zayn.

“Your all right love I’ve got you”,he said holding tight to my ankles.I smiled.

“All right Julia why don’t you sing Zayn’s vocal’s and then the chorus alright”,Liam said.I gave him the thumbs up.Then the music started playing and Zayn and I went into the first solo.Our voices seemed to dance like they were intertwined in step.Once the song was over the crowd went into a clapping, screaming frenzy the only problem was well me.They couldn’t stand me, I guess I sang something wrong or I sang too well.But what had I done to them, nothing at all?Zayn set me down at his side, one arm wrapped around my shoulder half his body shielding me protectively and I had my face pressed against his arm.I was on the brink of tears literally they found so many things that they could throw at me.Like shoes, posters, a lot of rocks, and then someone threw a bowie knife at me but I was able to push Zayn out of the way and dodge the knife myself.Then security tackled them to the ground and they were dragged out of the stadium.