Managing... Just... a One Direction Fan fiction

12

I walked into an empty house.

‘Gone to Tesco’s’ was the note left on the fridge door. not even a ‘x’ or a ‘why were you not home last night?’ Drakes iPhone lay on the island.

‘His phone is a big give away’ Nialls words rang in my ears as if he had just spoken them. I unlocked his phone and searched through his texts.

“Should I be doing this?” the Angel on my shoulder said.

“Sure, you have a right. What has he got to hide anyway?” the devil piped up.

I clicked on ‘Sis’ and the messages popped up.

‘I have been a very bad girl, you need to come over and tell me off ;) xxxxxxxx’

‘I’ll be right round. Dress in your best ;) xxxxxxxxx’

‘You were amazing tonight. Does she know?’

‘She doesn’t know anything. Don’t worry. She never will xxxxxx’

‘Silly girl, who’s better in bed?’

‘You, obviously xxxxxx’

‘come over and show me ;) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx’

Now who sends texts like that to their sister?

“Hey Eliza-oh, that’s were my phone was” Drake said walking into the back door. when he went to close it he glared at something in the garden, mouthed something and turned to smile at me again.

“What are these?” I said sliding his phone across to him. Tears threatening to spill over my eyes. I mustn’t show him I am weak.

“I can explain!” He began

“No. no you cant” I snapped. “They are what they are, I just want you to tell me yourself” I shook my head in disgust.

“Its Courtney” he said looking me in the eye. “I have been seeing Courtney behind you back, and do you know what?” he said walking towards me until his face was inches away from mine.

“What” I said backing away from him.

“She, is so much better” he spat as the door opened to reveal a very orange, bleached haired girl around my age. Her boobs were way too big for her petite body showing she has had implants. A low cut top and hot pant shorts reviled legs that were as orange as a Dorito.

“Face it babe” she said in an Essex accent. “He wants me now, not you” she said latching onto his arm.

You have no idea how much I wanted to fucking tear her eyes out.

“You can take this” I said taking off my ring. “And shove it up your cheating, fucktard arse for all I care” I said throwing the little piece of sliver at the ‘happy couple’.

“And just so you know, it’s been going on for about 7 months” Courtney smiled sweetly.

“Babe, I’m sorry” Drake said walking towards me.

“Don’t, just don’t.” I said walking away from him. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the door.

“And don’t come back hunnie!” Courtney said waving me off down the road.

Little slut.

-Niall’s POV-

Since Eliza has dropped us back at the flat, Harry has tried to make conversation. I just shrugged him off. Louis is up, but still not with us mentally. That boy is seriously hung over. El had to go back home to study for uni for it was just me, Liam, Zayn, Louis and Harry sitting in the front room.