Chapter 12 : lets make those midnight memories

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Beccas POV

the past has truely gone to the past and we have all made a new start. i still keep in contact with my aussie friends tess most of all but my new life is in london with the lads liam let me move into the mansion and it is massive and i get to spend everyday with this bunch of loons that are called one direction some might call me crazy but sometimes i just want to leave they can be such tramps and they smell but hey there boys what do you expect.

The boys are taking me to my first photo shoot and see what its like just being with them in the limo is scary enough the fans are manic out side and we are still an hour away until we are there.

'lads look we have the best fans' liam says as he looks throughs the black tinted windows but no one can see in.

'wow she is cute' Harry exclaims with a huge grin on his face

"oi styles keep your hands to your self you flirt you your mine matey" Louis seemed so sarcastically in love with Harry.

As we stepped out of the fancy black car we were greeted by a mob of about 100 high pitched screens.

The obviously deditcated directioners greeted me with all the so called 'jealousy' remarks I really DONT appriciate

"Errrr who's the fat slag with you"
"Oii you whore have you fucked them all yet"
"Why is she there it should be me not that dirty skank"
"kill yourself So we can be with our future husbands you BITCH"
"Your not pretty go die in a hole you little hoe bag"

That hurts those first hateful comments when they know NOTHING. The tears threating to spill out of my eyes the pathetic easy blow over excuse, the fake smile you secretly plaster on your face the dumb act of not 'hearing' shows nothing of my feelings.

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