Alexis' POV
There's a fucking mob outside of my apartment.
Some girl caught a picture of me walking into my house and put it on Twitter.
I used to want to be famous, but now, I just want it to stop. I hate this life and I've only lived it for half a day.
I peak out my window and the girls go wild. Damn that must mean they can see me. Angry shouts and insults are clearly being launched at me, but to no avail, because I can't hear them through the window. I glance out to a right sign that catches my eye. It reads 'SLUT'.
I start to cry and walk away from the window to get into the shower.
Directioners are awful. That's why I'll never become one.
I finish my shower and I go to join Aly and Penny in the living room.
"Well it's obvious we're not gonna get any privacy here, so let's head over to Panera to talk," Aly suggests.
Penny and I nod and walk out the door.
The screams are impossibly loud.
The girls mob me and inside the mob I hear several 'fuck you' and 'you're such a slut' comments.
I continue to walk until someone trips me and several girls purposely step on me.
Tears run down my face as I struggle to get up. Thousands of brightly colored iPhones are in my face as they take humiliating pictures of me.
Aly pulls me up, " C'mon Alex we need to get out of here."
I hate my life.
Harry's POV
When I wake up, I check my Twitter. My heart stops when I see the top two trends:
#wemadethatbitchcry
#directionershatealex
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Fanfiction"Alexis Baker. Penelope Adams," a low, raspy voice spoke, "You're going to be staying with us for a while." One night. One party. One life changing mistake. How will Alex and Penny deal with their mistakes when they are kidnapped? Will they freak ou...
