Disclaimer: Do not own 1Direction... They're people, duh. But the plotlines and OC's I do own. Another author helps and gives me input ;)
Caroline Flack doesn't exist in this muthafucking fanfiction :)
Brighton Beach
(AN/ 1st person for a moment here x)
"You know, and naturally, I told him; Jog on!" I scowled at my reflection in the girls bathroom mirror as my 'best friend' talked me through her breakup. Hannah was in the stalls behind me and my phone was in the empty soap dish next to the sink. It was the first day of Easter term. Only six more weeks until I could leave and never return! Last period was quickly approaching. We had dogged the last lesson because Hannah broke down in tears. I had no choice but to follow her. She still sobbed in the cubicle. I looked in the reflection and started to fix my skirt and tights. Then my blazer and shirt. My necklace rested nicely inbetween my cleavage. I tightened the berret in the side of my head and made it sparkle just a little bit more.
"Come on! He was a big slut anyway!" Dawn said from the other cubicle, "He was cheating on you with that blonde bitch in Registration!"
"Katie? That whore? Really?" Hannah wept in disbelief. I blocked out the entire conversation and brought Twitter up on my phone. I screamed to myself and screwed up my eyes with happiness. "Megan? What's wrong with you?" Hannah demanded through the cubicle. "I swear to God if it's about One Direction I will shoot some motherfucker! There are bigger problems here than 'Ooh, look at Harry's new bracelets! Look at Nialls cutey braces' Nobody cares!" She snapped.
"Well nobody gives about you and Robbie breaking up! We all saw it coming we were just to nice to say it!" I screamed. The cubicle unlocked and I swallowed hard. Hannah walked out with red, puffy eyes. "And want to know more? He fucked Katie at your birthday party and nearly me! YEAH!" I argued with her, only making her cry more. Dawn rushed from her cubicle and held my shoulder.
"Come on, let's leave it now" Dawn tried to calm me down.
"NO! She has to know the rest!" I snapped. "All we hear is you going on about how you and him done this and you and him done that! You are never happy! You are always slagging people off- Hell, you even slagged Gretchen off for wearing her mums jewlery at my party! You're a massive fucking backstabber who only cares about herself! I am sick to death of you going on about how rubbish your life is, Hannah! I am sick to my stomach about it!" I said, giving all these crazy hand gestures as I spoke. Gretchen and Dawn had backed off from me when I had started my rant. Hannah stood infront of me with flared nostrils. Before I knew it, her hand sharply slapped my cheek. I gasped and I turned into 'Hunter Mode'. I gripped the side of her blazers and pushed her against the wall inbetween the stalls. I done it repeatedly until she started to yelp. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME OR COME NEAR ME AGAIN, BITCH!" I told her firmly. My hands let go of her blazer and I picked up my bag and phone. "I'm going home." I sighed heavily.
The girls were left to their own devices. From down the hallway, you could hear Hannahs cries and shouts from the bathroom.
I skipped happily down the stairs outside of the school and I slipped my Aviators on. Somebody had to tell her how it was. Everybody else was just too quiet. That's what I couldn't stand. She went on and on about how tragic her life was and I could see the exact same arguement building up in Dawn and Gretchen. My teeth ground together as I waited for the bus to the Town Centre.I was still fuming when I got to the Town Centre. Shoving my tie into my bag, I made my way to Tesco. Sometimes, when I was sad, I would go to Tesco and browse the DVD's, CD's and get something fattening from the cafe. I would sit in the cafe and write Harry Styles Imagines in the back of my planner and Hair Style for School jotter. I love him. He loves me but he just doesn't know it yet.
Dale has no idea of my dedication. He'd call me stupid and leave me. I know that for a fact. He hasn't even seen my room. There was a shrine above my bed to Harry. And Liam and Louis and Zayn and Nialler. Just a single, framed picture of them. Signed and everything. My pink loveheart fairy lights framed the frame.
I would dreamily doodle One Direction fantasies too. Mrs Louis Tomlinson. Mrs Zayn Malik etc. They made me feel so amazing. I always felt happy when I saw them. I would forget everything bad. My history. Arguements. I had seen them perform so many times in the same places. I love them. Simple, but effective. My phone loudly rang in my bag. I fished it out to see Gretchens photo.
"Hello?" I sighed to her.
"Where are you?" She demanded. There was motion in her background. I think she was travelling.
"Tesco's. Where are you?" I asked. I could hear her sob.
"On the bus with Dawn. We're coming to the Town Centre. We've dropped her. We hate her, she hates us and we now know that she just put up with us" She grunted at the last part. I nodded and let her continue to talk as I started to sketch the boys.
"Tesco's cafe in the comfy chairs." I said before the connection was lost. "Damn!" I tossed my phone into my blazer pocket and continued to draw.
(AN/ And now to third person x)
Megan stopped her sketching and decided to fidget with the ends of he hair instead. She anxiously awaited her friends to appear. Megan scrolled through Twitter on her phone. She sorted out her books and put them into order in her bag and done her makeup several times. She eventually packed up her stuff and made her way out of the shop. Not knowing where her besties where, she went to the bus stop and waited for the roundtrip bus which travelled all the way around Crewe and part of Wrexham. Her phone buzzed. A text from Dawn greeted her.
Sorry, babe! Got the wrong bus :L
Me&Gretch were thinking about going to Brighton for the weekend.
Want to go?
It's £190 for twin double (Family room)
I know it's alot but we could pool together xxx
Weather's meant to be roasting down there this weekend.
Please come! Bring lots of spending money for the slots xxx
Megan sighed after paying for her bus ticket. It couldn't hurt to go. It might be fun. Might be a laugh. Could help her get away.
I'd love to go!
We could do so much xxx
Sunbathing, shopping, the live music!
I'm up for it :)
How much'll I need xxx
Megan slipped her phone back into her pocket and rested into the back of the bus seat. She flipped through a nearby magazine out of boredom. Brighton for the weekend with her two best girlies. It could only mean two things. Illegal alcohol and boy stalking. Hot boy stalking. She took her phone back out of her pocket and decided to text Dale and her Nana about her weekend plans, just so that they wouldn't worry.
At her Nana and Grandads house.
One hour later.
"It's just that, we were thinking of just leaving school and just catching the four o'clock train. But, only if you're alright with it, Grandad" Megan sprawled over the top of the kitchen island as her nana prepared dinner. Her grandad nodded from the paper at the kitchen table and gestured quietly to her nana. "Nana? Is it OK with you?" Megan asked in her most sincere voice. Her nana sighed whilst cutting up carrots and turnip.
"Well, do you have money for it? Do you have the B&B booked? Do you have the clothes for it? Do you have spending money?" Her nana asked. Megan nodded, then shook her head, then nodded twice.
"I-I'll need to go to my mum and dads house for the clothes. They have all of my summer stuff." Megan and her grandad just shivvered at the thought of going to that house again. Last time they went for Megans stuff, Megan ended up getting punched and mugged from her own mother.
"Do you want Grandad to go with you?" Nana asked her. Megan shrugged. "Go with her just incase. You know what they're like" Her nana warned, furiously chopping now. "Now, go get changed- Dinner'll be out shortly" Her nana threw the vegetables into a boiling pot of water. Megan nodded and her grandad just looked down at his paper with wide eyes.
Megan dragged her body up to her room at the top of the stairs. She smiled at her shrine and chucked her bag under her steelframed double bed. Everything in her room was white except the carpet which was wooden laminate with some nailpolish stains. When you walked into her room, you saw her bed diagonal from you. There were french doors leading to a balcony next to her bed and next to the doors was a large vanity table piled high with beauty products, extensions and hair products. On the wall facing her bed, you had a chest of drawers and a large ballet mirror covering the rest of the wall. Megan danced over to her calendar next to her bed and put in dates for her appointments. Leg wax and tan on Tuesday. Swimming Club & Clothes on Wednesday. PE Exam and Health&Beauty Exam on Thursday and finally BRIGHTON on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday was marked with a sad face.
Megan changed quickly as the smell of rich Brisket filled the whole house. Into skinny jeans and a pyjamma top. She grabbed her Pe and H&B past paper books and worked her way down to the kitchen.
AN/ was just trying out this new fanfiction. I hope you like it :) i'm not too sure about it but if you like it then, great! happy days :)
