Dakota’s POV

“Bye Harry,” I give him one last hug before closing the door and he drives away.

I walk inside quickly to get the keys, trying to keep Blaine from noticing me. He’s too busy on his phone to see me grab the keys for the Range Rover. Not taking any chances, I run out the door and start up the car. Here goes hell.

I drive down to her friends’ house whom I like to call clones. All of her friends are like replicas of her. Blonde, fake, and shallow. They all have a firm belief that every problem can be fixed with money. Please. They can go to all the elite and exclusive schools in the world, but barely scratch the surface of reality. Money causes more problems than solving.

In front of her friend’s house, Stephanie and her friends wait for me in their designer clothes and pounds of makeup caked on their face. The walk since they can’t go any faster in their five inch heels. Yep. Five inch heels. They barely make my height with those. When you look at them, it’s hard to believe they’re either fourteen or fifteen. Sluts in training if you ask me.

“Take us to the closest mall, dumbass,” Stephanie orders. “And don’t follow us too close. I know my dad wants you to watch us, but we don’t need ugly too close to us. You’ll never know if it’s contagious.”

I clutch the wheel tighter as I pull away from the driveway. The four girls behind me laugh like the idiots they are as Stephanie continues to make fun of me. From my hair to my clothes, she thinks I’m a worthless piece of sh*t. She might be right though. If people call you the same thing over and over again, you start thinking the same.

At the mall, they make me wait five minutes before letting me follow. If it were up to me, I’d let them walk around like that and let them be kidnapped or whatever perverted guy decide to do. But since I get paid to do this, I watch them go through endless store buying things that cost more than what I get paid in a year.

It hurts knowing I can’t afford to buy any clothes like theirs. I have money, but not enough to go on a shopping spree. I only buy the essentials and if I have some extra cash, I can buy something moderately nice. The most expensive piece of clothing I have is a dress from Macy's.

I follow about seven yards behind them as the strut into some girlie store where dresses cost more than a house. Kind of stupid considering it’s just fabric. It looks good, but take away the ruffles, sequins, and belt it’s just fabric. That’s all clothing is.

I stand near the door while the girls try on an endless supply of clothing. Did I ever mention that I hate shopping? I am not an ordinary girl at all.

"Dakota?" I turn around and smile. Zayn, Niall, and Louis walk up to me with wide smiles. "Hey!" Zayn smiles and wraps me in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"My boss makes e watch his daughter when she's out shopping. Her and her snobby friends are here and keep telling me how ugly I am. I would leave her to get kidnapped if I could," I say.

"Wait. Wait. Wait," Louis holds out his hand. "Ugly? Are you kidding me? You're beautiful!"

Niall agrees, "You're actually quite cute."

I sigh, "Well, you guys are the only ones who believe that. Anyways, before I breakdown crying, what are you guys doing here? You guys just got back, right?"

Louis nods, "We just wanted to do something to get out of the flat. At first it was only Niall, but then I joined in. Then Zayn did too. Liam's out doing whatever and Harry's at his house."

Niall leans next to me against the the wall. "Anyways, do you wanna hang out with us? According to Zayn and Harry, you are a cool girl. It'll be nice to see that in person."

I hesitantly shake my head, "Would. Can't. Shouldn't. Sorry. But maybe-"

"Diana!" Stephanie yells from across the room. Even after the two years I've worked for them, she doesn't know my name. It's not hard to remember. It's part of two states! How can she not know? Then again, she doesn't study. She gets everyone else to do her homework while she does everything she wants.

"It's Dakota," I mumble as they walk up to me. "Yes Ms. Freeman?" Apparently, calling her by her name it will shame her. I have to call her formally. "What is it that you need?"

"Listen, can you-" She stops to squeal along with her friends. "OMG! One Direction! I mean, part of One Direction, but still. One friggin' Direction. I am totally a Louis girl." She fans herself and pushes me aside to talk to them. Her friends push me behind them and try to talk to them.

Again, pushed aside and not wanted. I guess I'm used it by now. I sit down behind them and watch them fangirl over my friends which I don't understand at all. Why do people scream at them? They're just normal people. Would do yell at them if they won a local talent show? No. You would acknowledge them. Nothing more. So what they're famous? You wouldn't react the same way if they were nobodies.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie. These are my friends, Ashley, Brittany, and Allison,” She smirks and tries to get close to Niall. He just tries to hide his uncomfort and scoots away from her. “So, what are you guys doing at the mall?”

“Racing cars,” Louis responds and I laugh softly. “Why would we be at the mall? We’re hanging out and checking out some stores.”

“Really? Us too!” She giggles like an idiot. Wait. Like an idiot? She is an idiot. “Anyways, wanna hang out with me and my friends.”

Zayn shakes his head. “Actually, we kind of wanted to hang out with our friend, Dakota." I stop breathing before a sharp intake of breath. Did he really need to do that? I would've been fine in the corner with no one talking/looking at me. Things like this never go well. "We were talking to her before you came here."

"Oh, Dakota?" She smiles and backs up so she can pick me up. She grabs my shirt at the shoulder and pulls me to the front. I try to pull away, but friends push me forward. "We are like BFF's. Diana-"

"Dakota," Her friend whispers.

"Dakota," She corrects herself. "Is like, my best bud. I love this girl." She puts an awkward arm around me and smiles. "She's like a sister to me."

I roll my eyes. Yeah, she'll be my best friend when Nicki Minaj and Lady Gaga dress like humans in public. I swear, those two people can make nightmares. Stephanie and her friends crowd around me, making me very uncomfortable. I'm a tad claustrophobic. From all the days of people ganging up on me and beating me, I've developed an uncomfort of people being too close. My breath comes out as soft pants trying to breath.

"If she was your friend, you'd be able to tell she's claustrophobic like me,” Niall says and holds out his hand for me. I grip on and he pulls me away from them. I stand behind them near Louis while Zayn argues with them along with Niall.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” She giggles. “But anyways. If you hang out with Dakota, you hang out with us. If not, I’ll tell my dad Dakota left us all alone where some psychopath can kidnap us. Someone’s gonna be docked pay for some time. I don’t know about you, but a certain someone needs the money.”

Really? She pulls that card? She doesn’t know anything about me. She doesn’t know how rough my life is. No one does. Harry might’ve read my diary, but words are how I express my feelings. It’s never been spot on. I’m almost numb in my body. My skin has been worn out I hardly feel pain. Though it doesn’t mean I want it to happen.

“Fine,” Zayn says before turning to me. “I’ll text you later. Bye Dakota.”

They each say their goodbyes along with a hug before walking off. It feels nice to have friends that stand up for me for once. That feeling soon ends when the She-Devil pulls me back by my hair. It hurts slightly before she releases me. I look down trying to avoid their death glares.

"Listen here, Diana."

"It's Dakota," I correct her. How hard is it to remember my name? I mean, I know she's a blonde, but not all of them are dumb. She is like the perfect example of a stereotypical popular girl.

"Whatever," She snaps. "Listen, I don't know why our idols want to be around a stupid, ugly, fat ass like you. They should be with girls like us. But if they want to waste their time with you, fine, but bring us. We are the ones that deserve to be with them."

I nod at the ground taking a deep breath. They're right. No one belongs with me. Friends never last. Why should I try? "Yeah, what do they even see in you? I just see an ugly bitch trying to steal our future husbands." One of her friends add.

"They're probably only with you as a charity chase. You're nothing," Another adds. "You're paid to be with people. And that's far behind them."

"Why don't you just quit while you're ahead and let them hang out with us," The other adds. "No one wants you."

I take deep breaths trying not to cry. I can't show them how weak I am. No tears are worth them. Yet no matter how many times I tell myself that, my heart never gets the message. A few tears well up in my eyes, but I brush them away before they escape. I've cried enough today.

"C'mon girls, let's go. Dakota ruined my happiness," Stephanie scoffs. Well, I at least she knows my name. “Debbie,” spoke too soon, “take us home and tell daddy to expect us. Got it? It can't be too hard. Even retards like you can do it."

I nod slowly and follow them out the door as I inform Mr. Freeman that we're coming home. Not like he cares, He may act like the number on dad, but I know he'd rather be sexually harassing people. Stephanie might not know this, but he's bisexual. When she's at sleepovers, sometimes he comes home drunk with a guy. I have nothing against people like that, but the fact he's raping some of them, I think he's disgusting.

The way home, they continue to tell me how I don't deserve to have One Direction as my friends. How I'm too ugly or how I'm not special. How I shouldn't be alive. I've heard them over and over before, but they still hurt.

Back home, they leave me in the car with my thoughts. Out of all these years, one question is stuck in my mind. What did I do that makes everyone hate me? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Just nothing!

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when my phone vibrates. I have a text from Harry.

Harry: Wanna come over? The guys wanna hang out with you

Me: Sure. When are we finishing our movie?

Harry: Tomorrow, maybe? You and me?

Me: Kay See you soon

Harry: Can't wait

I tuck my phone away and start up the car again. But before I pull out, I stop and think. Did I just set up a date with Harry Styles?