Followed by death(One Direction Fan-Fiction Sequel)

Chapter I

Chapter One

"To weep is to make less the depth of grief.''

-William Shakespeare

I moaned from the tapping sun-light against my face as it peeked through my grey and black damask curtains. I lay on my side. I threw off the black, grey and white heart duvet, allowing the coldness to hug my body. What had happened yesterday was something I didnt want to deal with today. With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously open one eye. The bright fall sunlight cuts the room in half and I see dust-motes dancing in the wall of light . My mind is fuzzy, the last I remember of my dream was being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. It was a good dream at first, then my car spins out of control. I crash into a tree and suddenly everything goes black.

My feet hit the bare cold floor as I step off the black carpet on the right side of my bed. In the bathoom, I splash some water on my face. With my eyes closed I reach on the shelf for my siren red towel. I wipe my face and sit it back on the shelf.

I began to brush the back of my teeth when I hear my phone chime. I hop over to it on the nightstand by the bed. It was a text from Liam.

Leeyum-

We're all having breakfast @ Perrie's place. The boyz wanted me 2 ask u if u wanted 2 come overrr??

I think about it for a second. Then I hold the toothbrush in my mouth and then I text back.

Me-

Sure. B down there soon don't start to eat without me!

Leeyum-

Actually we need you to help cookkkkk!!!!

I let out a chuckle and began to head back in the bathroom. What made her invite me? She hates me. I gargle some water and spit it out in the sink.

I took a short shower. It took me a minute or two to dry off when I stepped out. Slipping on fresh underwear and a blue bra, I picked out a pair of blue skinny jeans, white ankle length boots and a pink halfshirt and white regular shirt.Tha half shirt went over the white one.

It was actually quiet in my flat since I moved out and got my own. I put my hair in a long, low ponytail. I brushed the bottom of it for a second, then I stared into the miror. I looked at the scar from the car accident a month or two ago, then I looked at the bandages on my arm from when I got shot. I touched it. I had an instant flashback.

Perrie's was just down the street. I reached it in no time. I used my knuckles to knock on the door. Niall opened it. He smiled at me, "Look who got out of bed, today!" He announced. I had to take off my shoes before entering. Everyone did.

"Hey guys." I say breathlessly. I step inside and Liam showed me the kitchen. I instantly began to cook with Harry. He cooked the eggs and I got the pancakes. Also he cooked sausage. I flipped one as Zayn and Perrie set the table. I turned around to get a plate out of the cabinet for the pncakes. As I closed the cabinet door, I saw Zayn's lips locked with Perrie's. An undescribeable feeling washed over me.

The plate slipped from my grasp. I gasped and it hit the ground, shattering every piece. They flew around the kitchen floor. I look at Zayn and Perrie. Zayn wanted to laugh but tried to keep a straight face. Niall was hiding his laugh. Everyone was looking at me like I did something wrong. Perrie was in tears. "What did you do?!" She said emphatically.

I bent down to pick it up, "Perrie, I did-"

"SHUT UP!" She started to pick up the pieces but then she threw them back down. One almost cut my face. I stayed on my knees but lifted my head. I saw her leaning against the counter. She hid her face in her hands. I heard her sniffle, "That- that was my grand-grand-g-grandmother's plate. Now she's dead! I have nothing left of her! Thats everything down the drain!"