We lock Harry in the bedroom.
"MAKE US GET UP AND YOU WILL GET IT, STYLES!" Louis screams at him.
"Where are Zayn, Liam, and Niall? Where's Lucy?" I ask.
"They all went out to eat, because Harry burned the food," he responds.
"Yet I eat the burned food..." I say giggling a little.
Louis puts his helmet on and we take out the chicken wings. Louis sits on the couch, and I lay my head on his shoulder.
He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of us.
"Louis, I'm glad that we've become such good friends.." I say.
"Me too," he says smiling.
I grab a wing and start eating it.
"Do you know anything about football?" I ask.
"I know about what I call football, you call it soccer. But this football, not really."
"Same here Boo," I say chuckling.
We watch intently, but my head starts hurting so I take the helmet off. I lay my head back on his lap and close my eyes, falling back to sleep.
_the dream_
"You're lucky Harry saved you," Zayn says.
"I was screaming your name, but you couldn't hear me," I tell him.
"I heard you," he says.
"Then why didn't you help me?!" I scream at him.
"Why would I? You're useless"
I start crying and run into the other room to Harry.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Zayn said I'm useless, and he told me he didn't want to help me when the girls tried killing me!" I cry out.
"He's right.. I don't get why I'm still with you," Harry says.
I pull out of his grip. "What?!" I scream.
"Well thank god we were never really dating.." He says hugging me again.
I try getting out of his grip. "Let go!" I scream.
"No." He says.
"Harry let go!" I scream again.
He just starts laughing.
"HARRY STOP, LET GO!"
Then he forces me out the door, back into the crowd of angry girls.
"Bye Nicole," he says, grabbing the tall blonde and pulling her inside, kissing her while the girls beat me up.
The blonde comes out and says "told you so, you slut," then slams the door in my face.
I jump back awake, crying worse than I was this morning. I look up and Louis is asleep, his hand on my head. I get up and run to the bathroom, seeing that the face paint has gone all over my face. I begin to wash it off.
"Who's in there?" I hear a voice calling.
I ignore and sits down on the ground, crying softly to myself. I hope no one hears.
"Hello?" They ask, knocking on the door.
I crawl over to the door and look through the keyhole, to see a beautiful brown eye staring back at me.
I jump and turn my back to the door.
"Can I come in?"
I ignore him again.
"If you don't answer I'm coming in," they say.
Pfft, have fun with the locked door.
"Okay I'm coming in."
The wiggle the door knob and come in.
"I have a k-," Zayn says, then looking shocked. "Oh my god what happened Nicole?" He asks, kneeling down.
I won't respond, he will go away at some point.
"Nicole?"
I pull out my phone and get on twitter, still ignoring the guy in front of me.
"What did I do?!" He asks.
I look through twitter, beginning to see some hate. 'Oh well,' I think to myself. 'Every friend of One Direction gets hate.'
I find one specific tweet that just breaks my heart.
'Get away from Louis bitch, he has Eleanor! You little slut. You have Harry. You don't know how much we wanna kill you!'
I drop my phone. How could someone say that?!
"Nicole? Nicole what happened?" Zayn asks.
He picks up the phone and reads the tweet.
"Oh.. Don't worry we all get hate, it always happens."
I stare blankly at the wall behind Zayn, tears filling my eyes.
"Nicole don't let it get to you! You're strong!"
I let a tear roll down my cheek.
"Do you want me to get Harry?" He asks.
"No!" I scream.
I get up and throw my phone at the wall, walking out the door.
"Nicole come back!" Zayn says chasing after me.
I slam the door and jump into the elevator, pressing 'floor 1'. Once I get there I run outside and start running down the street, tears wetting my face.
It starts raining. Great, just my luck.
I run down an alley, hopefully the boys won't find me here. I hear Zayn's voice as he runs past the alley.
"NICOLE, NICOLE WHERE ARE YOU?!" He screams.
I cry for about an hour, then close my eyes, shivering from the rain soaking me.

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Live While We're Young
FanfictionWarning, I wrote this story when I was twelve, with the help of my other twelve year old pals.