Teratoid (One Direction FanFic)*ON HOLD*

Bee

*Bee's POV*

I hadn't meant for it to all go wrong. My Dad owned that hotel and I'd brought its foundation crumbling down. I caused the smoke, I didn't mean too, honest. I was fixing the boiler, I am a whizz with the mechanical, I know what you're thinking though. Bee is a girl's name, technically speaking, it's not even a name at all. I'm Beatrice, but call me that and I will thrash you over the head with my monkey wrench; I go by Bee. I was fixing this boiler and I found this odd looking bottle stuck inside of it. I tried to reach to get it but it fell into the heart of the boiler causing a tremendous crash and rumble. Next thing I knew smoke was billowing out if it and up pipes. I knew I'd blown it then; Dad would kill me, so I ran. I ran as far away as possible. Now I'm sitting here with my greasy coveralls and a rusted, metal toolbox slowing starving to death behind an apartment building. I could pick up my tools without touching them. I could make them, or anything, do whatever I wanted it to. I had seen those five boys walk in, whomever they were visiting was one lucky gal, and now I crouched outside the window of that very gal. I heard them talking about the smoke and their new gifts. They must have been in my building too and they have powers, like me. I rushed to the front door and stood in front if it. I reached a hand up to knock and hesitated before my knuckles hit the wooden surface. I looked down at the grease stained, ripped and dirty coveralls falling baggily over my petite frame. I wasn't very presentable, it would have to do. I knocked three times on the door as loudly as I could. I pulled my hand away and rubbed my stinging knuckles hoping this wouldn't blow up in my face. A girl I recognised as having worked for my father answered.

"Oh, you poor thing! Come inside and get warmed up."She said pulling me in.

"I'm like you."I croaked as she placed a cup of tea in front of me.

"Like us how, love?"A brown haired lad asked his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. The scarf wrapped around his neck looked terribly out of place and he didn't seem too comfortable wearing it either.

"I was fixing the boiler, in the building, I'm mutated. I breathed in the smoke too."I said between gulps of scalding tea. I hadn't had much in weeks and it may have burned its way down, but at least it was something. They all looked at each other sceptically.

"I'll show you."I said placing my now empty teacup down. I stared at it, concentrating hard as I commanded it to float in my mind. The teacup began to rise and they stared in disbelieve.

"I guess she's telling the truth."The curly one said coughing up something black and blowing it away. He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Harry."

"I'm Beatrice, call me Bee, or else."We shook hands and I was introduced to the rest of them. They seemed surprised I didn't know who they were, apparently they're famous. I wouldn't know; I spent most of my time fixing stuff for my Dad. Harry stepped back a few times and smacked his chest with the side of his balled up fist letting a torrent of orange flames fly out of his parted lips. I screamed and my hand flew up to my mouth directly afterwards.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scream, you just startled me."I said looking at my soiled trainers scraping them against the linoleum floor. A finger lifted my chin from the ground and I found myself staring at a pair of deep green eyes.

"I still scare myself love, it's OK."He said chuckling and I couldn't help but smile. Louis kept itching at his neck until the scarf slipped and I saw the beginning of three red skin flaps on either side of his neck. I washed my hands over the sink. I scrubbed until all the caked on dirt was lying in the bottom of the stainless steel tub and my fingernails had turned white for the first time in a very long time. I built up the courage to be as bold as I needed to be and walked towards him. I slowly pulled the scarf from around his neck and took a good hard look at them, they looked like fish gills. Louis took a deep breath in after I removed the scarf. He seemed to be able to breathe better without it.