Dark Corner

After I 'preformed' in front of two people. They both applauded which made me smile. "You. were. amazing." Niall almost squealed. I laughed loudly together with Alex.

"Yeah you're the best, no offence Niall, but she has to be the best of the best." Alex grinned at me. "But I still don't get why Sam's on stage and you're behind it."

"Dhu." I said. "She's pretty. I'm ugly. She knows what fans and the media want. I'm dumb, I would be myself and mess everything up." I sighed, I wish I could preform. Just once.

"You wouldn't be dumb, you would be honest and not lying to your fans. Saying you're all sweet while you're a horrible person in real life." Niall glared at nothing. Really angry.

"Why do you talk about her like that. You don't know her, you don't know how she can be." I said desperate. I don't know why Sam doesn't show her real colors.

"I've seen enough to judge her." Niall said crossing his arm over his chest. Why did most of our conversations end up here?

"Let's grab some food or something. I'm tired and hungry and that's no good combi." they both laughed. We walked outside the three of us. People started screaming, but when they noticed it wasn't Sam they stopped.

"It's Niall Horan!" someone screamed. Niall took a hold of my hand and I quickly took Alex' knowing we were about to run.

"And this is the part where we run." Niall said. We started running. Alex couldn't keep up, so I scooped him up into my arms. We turned a corner and the fans ran by, not seeing Niall had turned a corner.

I started laughing. "That was really funny." I set Alex down. He thanked me, Niall smiled at me. looking from Alex to me.

We were in a dark street, graffiti covered walls and I saw smoke. I saw some guys further down the street, and they were screaming. "I think we should leave." I told Niall. But they had already seen us.

"Ey, babe and boy." one of them said. "And tiny boy." he spoke I a terrible foreign accent. He came closer. He had dark glasses on, making it impossible for me to even recognize his face.
"Damn." he said looking me up and down. "You're ugly." I crossed my arms.

"And you think I haven't heard that before?" I raised an eyebrow. I would always act defensive when they said I was ugly.

"Sassy, but too ugly. What about tiny boy and boy?" he turned towards Niall. Who was fuming may I add. And before I knew it, Niall hit him. The man hit the ground.

"Don't says she's ugly, you horrible piece of sh.it." Niall cursed spitting on him afterwards. I was shocked? Niall and violence don't seem to go together.

"Niall?!" I exclaimed. "Are you alright?" he let me exam his hand. He didn't seem hurt, so I just assumed he was right. "Maybe you should put ice on that."

We walked into the tour buss, I got an Ice-Pack. I felt weird being here, on their tour bus. This one had more black and it seemed like they had more space. And they also had an oven which we hadn't. sadly.

I was on my way back to Niall, when I bumped into someone. Someone I didn't want to bump into ever. Specially when he was only wearing boxers.

"Scarlett." he spat.

"Mr. Styles." I smiled a fake sweet smile. he looked at me and his eyes focused on the Ice-Pack I was carrying.

"And why do you need that?" he asked in a snappy tone. "From my tour bus." Harry was being rather loud and Louis stumbled in. Frowning when he saw me.

"I-I" I couldn't answer under their gaze. I didn't feel like I belong here, I knew I didn't belong. they started me down and I felt my face heat up.

"Leave her alone." Niall said. "She's with me. You're both being stupid." Niall pushed them out of the way, coming towards me.

"But." Harry said angrily. He glared at me. "I don't want that in my tour bus." I was sure I was about to get kicked out. Which I didn't mind, I wanted to get away from them. Specially Harry.

"Sadly it isn't your tour bus, it's our tour bus. So you can go to your bunk and sulk over. that." Niall took my hand and practically dragged me away.

I stumbled over my own feet, almost falling over. I gave Niall the Ice-Pack and said I would bring something to eat. Niall told me to get crisps.

When I got back. Louis had left, but Harry was still there. I started to move around silently. Trying to make as less noise as possible. I got a bowl, I got crips and wanted to leave. But Harry's voice stopped me.

Of course.

"You know" I turned around. "From the moment I saw you, I knew I disliked you. And usually first impressions are wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. Because I really dislike you."

"One night you seemed to forget about that." I turned my full attention towards him, wanting to see his reaction. But he didn't stumble over his words, like I might have done.

"I was drunk. Completely wasted. I could have slept with you that night and not regret doing it while being at it." I looked at him baffled. My grip on the bowl tightened.

I couldn't get the image of a naked Harry out of my mind. The fact he was standing there half naked didn't seem to help either. I turned around swiftly and left.

"So what did he say?" Niall asked. He saw I was mad, and he probably guessed why.

"It's nothing." I shrugged it off. Niall and I just talked a bit. Nothing too serious. And after an hour I left.

I went back to our tour bus, I found a hyperventilating Samantha there. She looked at me, and when she saw me she glared.

"You." She pointed. "You said you'd be here." she whaled. "Now I'm half an hour late for my date." she cried.

"You didn't tell me you had a date." you barley tell me anything. "Quickly. You're dressed, you look perfect. We can still do this." I tried to encourage her.

Sam sat on her bed and looked broken. She was shagged in and had a sad expression on her face. Like someone important to her just died.

"A-alright." she sniffled. She got up, grabbed her bag and left the tour bus. I got the head-set and waited until I heard something.

"Hey." Harry grumbled angrily. "You're late." like it was her fault. Anybody could be late.

"Or you're just early." I sassed back. "I lost my phone alright. And I won't go anywhere without my phone. What if something important happens and they need me." When someone of management or crew needed something important they would always call me. Not Sam.

"That's the reason I like my girl too much." My girl. I shivered. Why would anyone want to be called my girl by Harry.

"Ahw, you're flattering me." I joked which made him laugh. Sadly. A few reasons why I don't like Harry Styles.

1. He's a co.cky jerk and he thinks he is better then anyone. Who does he even think he is, he's just a lad who was lucky enough to preform in such big stadiums.

2. He makes me call him Mr. Styles. Which highly irritates me because this shows how he's supposed to be better then me

3. He's my bully. Which I found out a day ago. And I don't think I even need to explain why this is bad.

4. He dates my best friend. this makes me help her with their dates, so I'm stuck talking to him for a few hours.

5. He's the stupidest person I've ever seen, he doesn't realize anything. it's like he lets the fame get to his head.

And that are a few reasons. I can think of a hundred more if it's about Harry.

"One coke please." I let Sam say. She always told me what she wanted from the restaurant. Harry wasn't a mysterious boy who wanted to surprise his girlfriend by not saying her where they would go.

So Sam made huge effort and went online to look for the restaurant's menu. Decided what she wanted and told me.

Harry ordered water. "Why do you drink coke? you could gain weight because of that." My mouth hung open in astonishment. he couldn't be serious. She's his girlfriend for screaming out loud. You can't just say that.

"Are you serious?" I asked in a rather snappy voice. but I've learned that Sam doesn't repeat the tone of my voice.

"If I want to drink a coke, I'll drink a huge coke. you want to drink water. You may drink water, I'm not stopping you either." I was angry at Harry. I wish I was there so I could hit him, punch him.

"Alright." Harry said unsure. "But I won't date a fat girl."

"You won't date fat girls?" I was so close to coming over and hurt him, hurt him badly. Because he deserved it.

"Well that's a shame. Because I thought you liked me for me, not my body, face, appearance or what ever." I was angry, I was about to shout at him for how stupid he was.

"No, no babe. I didn't mean it like that." he said in a sweet soft begging voice. "To be honest." he sounded honest. "You're the first girl I've liked for her personality since One Direction was formed."

"Really?" I was actually shocked to hear this. Because he sounded so honest. Did he really like Sam because of her, not her appearance.

"Yeah Sam, I'm actually starting to fall in love with you. and only you." I couldn't be all snappy, or mean about what he said. It would ruin her chances with him.

"I really like you too. I first wanted to date you because you're really fit and handsome and famous." I told him.

"But then I saw the real you, the you who could make me laugh even if I didn't want too, and please don't ask about it. The person I could talk to for hours and forget what we talked about a minute after but could remember it the morning I woke up." I didn't know if Sam felt about him this way.

But something came from my heart. Like he could make me laugh even if I didn't want too, or the talking for hours.

"And I think I'm falling for you too." that one didn't come from my heart, or honestly from me. But I knew Sam thought about it that way.

"Maybe I'm falling too hard."

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