Tormented and Hopeless Chapter 19, a movie x-overs fanfic

I've been spending the day with Eleanor as the boys have back to back concerts all day today. We've been sitting in a restaurant pretty much all day, just talking. She wants me to develop a taste in music, or whatever. She's had me listen to a bunch of different songs and tell me which ones I've liked. We've been doing that all day, and right now she's 'testing my results to find out which artists are my favorites'.

"Okay!" She says suddenly, startling me for a moment, though she doesn't seem to notice. "I've gotten your results." She says, beaming happily at me.

"Okay..."

"Your favorite artists are: One Direction, of course, The Cab, The Summer Set, Cher Lloyd, Justin Bieber, Pixie Lott, Owl City, Nicola Roberts, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Ed Sheeran, The Wanted, Ellie Goulding-"

I cut her off. "That's an awful lot of artists."

She grinned. "I know, isn't it great?!"

'Uhm... Sure?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Music is amazing. The more variety between artists that you like, the better."

I shrugged. "Okay...?"

She rolled her eyes again, before clapping. "Okay, time for shopping."

My eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Shopping?! Again?!"

Eleanor stared at me, confused. "We haven't been shopping since your second day with the boys. We need to go again! I called Danielle, she should be meeting us about..." Her eyes scanned the restaurant. "Now!" She finally said, smiling and waving to Danielle, whom I supposed was behind me. I looked over my shoulder. I guessed correctly.

"Come on."

I sighed as Eleanor held up the annoying-looking dress that she had been trying to discreetly force on me for the past fifteen minutes.

"For the last time, no."

She sighed harshly, and opened her mouth to protest, but she was interrupted before any words could come.

"Cassie?"

I turned, and was immediately thrown into a flashback:

I was standing in the background, like always, watching all this taking place, when suddenly one of the girls detached herself from the throng of students and walked up to me. She smiled.

"Hey, I'm Blake." She said, reaching her hand out to me.

I just stood there and blinked at her hand, shocked.

Blake withdrew her hand. "Anyway, my friends over there," she pointed toward the group of girls who were giggling and watching us, "dared me to come over and talk to you." She shrugged. "What's your name?"

I didn't answer. I'm not accustomed to speaking unless its a cry.

Blake stared at me for a moment, obviously expecting an answer. Just as she was about to turn around and go back to other friends, I said, quietly, "Cassie."

She paused, looking back at me with a shocked expression. "What?"

"My name is Cassie." I responded in a slightly louder voice than before.

Blake, with a mask of confusion mingling pure shock on her face, merely turned and walked away. But, before she was gone, I saw the corners of her mouth glide slightly upward. I wasn't sure that it was a smile, though. I don't really see many of those, especially not ones directed at me.

"Blake?" I asked, shocked that I was seeing her.

Blake smiled. "You remember me."

"Of course." I replied, still shocked and blushing from it. "How could I forget?"

"Cassie?"

I turned. Eleanor and Danielle were sharing confused looks. For a moment, I stared blankly at them. Then I understood. "Oh. Right. This is Blake." I said, gesturing to her. "And thise is Danielle and Eleanor." I said to Blake, who smiled.

"I know who they are. Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson's girlfriends, Danielle Peazer and Eleanor Calder, right?"

Danielle sighed, while Blake's grin, now aimed at me, grew wider and she began to say something, but was cut off by the boy standing beside her, whom I had, embarrassingly, just noticed, spoke. "Planning on inviting me into this conversation or should I just crash it?" He was grinning directly at me.

Blake looked confused, so Eleanor spoke up. "Planning on leaving the conversation or should I escort you out?" She grinned wickedly.

The boy just smirked. "Nice friends, Blake." He said, causing Blake to come back to her senses.

"Huh? OH, right. This is Cassie - I went to school with her." I didn't return the smile he sent me, even though it seemed achingly familiar... Right. The guy from the plane:

I looked up and searched for the woman that had helped me, ready to ask her how long the ride would be, but instead, I met the eyes of a boy about my age. He was wearing the same kind of uniform as the woman had, though, so I was going to ask him the same question, but... I became tongue-tied when he smiled at me. "This will be a long ride." He said. "You may want something to do... Or you can sleep." He flashed me a grin, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling back. I looked down, but when I looked up again to thank him for the tip, he wasn't there. Frowning, I turned to the window.

I cringed at the massive headache coming on; too much brain usage for one day. Did I forget to mention that I was literally diagnosed with permanent brain damage from the abuse? I don't think I did... Did I? Doesn't matter.

"And..." Blake began to get really excited. "You know that band I love, One Direction?!"

"She's about to start fangirling." Danielle whispered in my ear. "... hard."

"Well..." Blake calmed her breathing a bit. "These are two of their girlfriends." She whisper-screamed, fangirling all over again.

The boy raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"So..." Danielle spoke up. "Is this your boyfriend, Blake?"

Once she got over the fact that "Danielle freaking Peazer!" was talking to her, Blake was calm enough to answer.

"Nope." She said. "Adam is my best friend."

I thought over his name for a moment, arranging it with his features to see if it fit. He had dark black hair, cut just above his ears, and eyes the exact same color. Adam... It didn't fit perfectly, but it fit all right.

Blake smiled at Eleanor, who was glaring at Adam for whatever reason, before turning back to Blake. "When can we leave this stupid shop again?" Adam whined.

Blake rolled her eyes at him before smiling at Danielle and Eleanor. "It was nice to see you again, Cassie, and it was really nice to meet you, Eleanor and Danielle." She smiled again, sheepishly. "Sorry about the fangirling."

Eleanor smiled at her. "It's alright. We've gotten fairly used to it by now."

Blake smiled again before turning to leave, grabbing Adam by the arm to drag him along behind her.

Danielle, who had been nervously biting her lip since Blake had turned around, finally closed her eyes and said, "Wait!"

"Danielle..." Eleanor said warningly.

"I have to." She said, sighing, before turning back to Blake, who had stopped and turned, causing for a very annoyed Adam.

"How big of a fan are you?"

And that's how I stand, an hour later, outside one of the hotel room doors, with Danielle, Eleanor, Blake, and Adam.

"Wait!" Blake cried before Eleanor could open the door.

Eleanor sighed heavily. "What?" She grumbled.

Blake turned to me. "You never did tell me just exactly how you know the biggest boy band in the world."

I smiled, a genuine one. "Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see." I said, adding, "Brace yourself.", as Eleanor opened the door to chaos, as always:

Louis and Zayn were taking a violent video game and transferring it to their actual life, which is to say, they were fighting over the game. Liam and Niall were sitting on one of the beds, arguing about something, and Harry was lounging on the other bed, occasionally throwing things at the other boys and turning away when they looked at him.

Blake began squealing after taking a moment to digest it all. The boys each stopped what they were doing and slowly looked up, scared expressions written all over their faces.

Lou was first to recover. He got up and went over to Eleanor, hugging her while staring warily at Blake, who had stopped squealing and was now grinning, a bit too widely. Danielle shut the door quietly.

There was an awkward silence before Adam spoke. "Sorry about Blake; she can be a bit empty-minded at times."

His words broke her out of her trance. She slapped his arm angrily. "Shut up, Adam. You know nothing."

Adam laughed. "I know nothing? Blake, I've known you since we were born; I know everything about you."

Blake rolled her eyes.

Adam grinned mischievously. "Remember that time when you pulled-"

Blake had gone bright red and smacked her hand over Adam's mouth. She seemed to lose her awe at being in the presence of One Direction after asking, "Does anyone have any tape?" She raised her eyebrows and glanced around the room.

Eleanor grinned. "Sure, there's some over-"

"Alright; there will be no tape." Liam spoke for the first time since we had entered the room.

Adam looked bored, even after Blake had dropped her hand and smiled widely at Liam.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone, including Blake and Adam are on the floor playing truth or dare... Excluding Niall and I, of course.

I was still standing by the door, but getting tired of it, so I pulled some strength (it had been a long day and I was exhausted) from somewhere inside of me and went to sit next to Niall on one of the beds. He smiled at me as I sat down, hugging me tightly.

"I missed you. Did you have a fun day? I see you've made friends." He nodded toward Blake, who was laughing at something, and Adam, who was blatantly staring at her.

I shrugged. "Blake is someone I went to school with and Adam is her friend. We ran into them today at a shop and she recognized me. Danielle invited them here."

Niall didn't even try to make sense of any of that; he just shrugged. "Either way. Did you guys bring back food, by any chance...?"

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