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natalie's pov
 
I awake to the smell of pancake batter, and the sound of my brother gnawing on another stack of them. I walk into the small kitchen and sit in a chair as my mother hands me a plate with breakfast on it.
 
"hurry up natalie; we've got a busy day ahead of us," mum said and shuffled over to the stove turning off the eye she used to make the pancakes. "and nate, so do you. you ought to be grateful mr. jackson gave you the opporitunity to work with him on saturdays. now chop - chop."
 
nate shoved the last of his food in his mouth before dropping his plate and fork into the sink.
 
"so you're working at the theatre today?" I asked him. nate's always had a thing for plays, and basically anything that had to do with acting. he loved doing musicals more than anything. not many people know, but nate has an incredible singing voice. and when out downstairs neighbor, james, found out, he offered nate an opening spot, but he'd only be an extra, that got three to five lines.
 
he grinned and nodded. "I'm so excited, even though im an extra."
 
"is james the lead?" i set my plate in the sink.
 
"second to that. he plays the candle man." he explained. "I'm one of the five people who sing when they have their riot to kill the beast."
 
I nodded and assumed they were doing beauty & the beast, since there are no other plays with beasts in them.
 
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"natalie, it's your lunch break." mum said after selling a basket of roses to an older looking woman.
 
"alright," I said taking off the apron and grabbing my bag.
 
I walked down the block a bit until I reached the theatre, which was surrounded with girls screaming "One Di-rec-tion!"
 
They had signs too, raising them high in the air. They had boys names on them also. I shrugged and pushed my way through the crowd, only for them to shove me back harder.
 
I groaned and started for the backway. I took out the silver key james had given me earlier that day. I walked down the old musty smelling hall and into the 'Employees Only' room.
 
The room was mostly a lounge, where when the workers got tired or whatever, they came in and drank, smoked, or did whatever.
 
"god, those girls are crazy," I said raking my hand through my brunette hair.
 
"more like dedicated." someone said.
 
I swiveled around seeing none other than the curly haired boy from yesterday, Harry.
 
"hi, natalie, nice to see you again." he said holding out his hand stepping towards me.
 
"uhh..." I said and awkwardly took his hand.
 
"oh, cool, you two know each other?" someone with the nametag 'Liam' said.
 
"of course we know each other!" harry wrapped his arm around my shoulder squeezing me into him.
 
"barely," I said. I wriggled out of his grasp going over to james. "is nate done?"
 
"let me check," he said going over to a phone. "fierro! you done? natalie's looking for you." he hung up the phone and turned to me. "he'll be here in a minute."
 
in shorter than that, nate bounded through the door. "ready?" he asked me, and i nodded saying bye to james, harry, and the rest of harry's crew.
 
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does anyone have any liam pictures? like i have none.

natalie’s pov
 
I walked into the shop switching off the illuminating ‘open’ sign. I watched as the nonchalant curly haired boy disappeared down the street. I stepped over to where my mum was rearranging the bouquet of poppies. “who is that young man?”
 
I gathered together a group of tulips, wrapping the loud sounding plastic around them and tied a bow around it. “what do you mean?” I said my voice an octave higher.
 
“that boy you were speaking to earlier.” mum dusted her hands off and stripped out of her apron. “he seems as if he likes you, natalie.”
 
I blushed. “don’t be silly, mum, he’s just a guy.” I took off my own apron hanging it on the coat rack.
 
“hopefully he is just a guy,” mum mumbled. “nat, I want you going with someone of your own… ethnicity.”
 
“my own ethnicity? what, spanish and brazillian?” I questioned.
 
mum walked over to me brushing strands of hair out of my face. “honey, don’t stress. it gives you worry lines.” she cupped my face with her hands. “now, hurry up of you’ll be walking home.”
 
I sighed walking to the back of the store grabbing my bag and shutting off the light.
 
my mum’s really strict, especially when it comes down to my safety and who I see. seeing the boy from this evening was a one time thing, right? it’s not like I’d see him anytime soon.
 
after the ten minute drive, I hoped out of the car and into the apartment building. yes, apartment building. after my parents divorced, my mom, my brother, and I all moved out and started living here. we used to live in spain, where my dad was from. my mum choose the uk because it seemed… quaint, I guess.
 
I walked past my brother, nate’s room seeing his sprawled on his bed shirtless. “yeah, I like you too.” he said into his phone. I guess he was enjoying the move, since in spain he was a shy freak. I used to be the really popular one, now I guess we’ve switched.

harry's pov
 
I peered around the corner as I saw the brunette giving out single flowers to the women and men who passed by. she handed a sweet - scented purple flower to a young girl.
 
the brunette was so nice, giving to everyone and never receiving. I stood shaking out my curls strolling towards her direction. ' I can do this, ' I thought straightening my shirt. ' No, I can't. ' I slowed in my tracks.
 
I mustered up enough confidence and walked by. on cue, she asked me "want a flower?" she gave me the same bright smile she did anyone else. the girl held out a velvet red rose at him.
 
"oh, a rose," I said sounding surprised.
 
"what do you mean?" she asked crossing her long tan legs.
 
the setting shifted, the clear blue sky turning a peachy color, and the once over - bearing crowd died to only one person every few minutes.
 
"well, the rose is the sign of love," I explained. I was bluffing on that part, I didn't actually know what a rose meant, other than you gave your significant other a dozen of them on Valentine's Day.
 
"hmm..." she hummed. "I would have never knew." she took the empty flower basket and tucked it under her arms.
 
"I guess since you gave me the sign of love, that means you'd like to go on a date. so how about it?" I flashed her a dimpley smile and she sent one back.
 
"perhaps if we meet again, I'll take you up on that offer. how about that?" the brunette said shifting her weight onto her other leg.
 
"that seems fair. by the way, I'm -" I started. an older sounding woman began yelling.
 
"natalie! natalie! it is six - thirty, time for closing!" she said knocking on the glass.
 
"that's my mum." she sighed. "maybe we'll see each other again, yeah?"
 
with a wave of her hand she turned on her heel and shut off the ' open ' sign, going to join her mother rearranging the flowers.
 
so natalie was her name. harry walked across the semi - busy crossway and around the corner.
 
this natalie wasn't like other girls, who jumped at the chance to go out with him. he liked that. natalie also looked like the type of girl guys would whistle and stare at. more than anything, he wanted natalie to be his. and to make sure of that, he was going to have to ' run into her ', even if that meant tracking her down.

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Niall Horan absentmindedly walked into the lift, his ocean blue eyes scanning over the number panel. He lightly pushed on number three, the floor where the meeting was taking place. The silver metal doors began to swiftly glide together.
“Can you hold that?” A faint faraway voice said. He did as told, swinging his right foot in front of the doors before they had shut.
A petite brunette walked in and perched herself a foot away from Niall. “Thank you so much,” She started as she stuffed a flyer into her shoulder bag. “For holding the lift. That was nice of you.”
“It was no problem,” he said raking his hand through his blonde hair. Niall leaned against the cool wall as he listened to the girl hum along to the music floating from above him.
She abruptly stopped glancing at Niall. “You’re Niall, from One Direction, am I right?” she pushed her dark hair behind her ears. “My friend is a /big/ fan.”
Niall grinned. “Really?” It still amazed him about how many people were fascinated with them.
She nodded. “This is really weird, but can I have your autograph? My friend and I have this truce that if we meet anyone famous, we’ll get their autograph for each other. So how about it?” She dug out the same crumpled pink flyer that headlined ‘Accounting!’ splitting them in two neat halves before handing it to him.
He whipped out the Sharpie he kept on him and scribbled his name. “To?” He asked.
“Bailey and Lauren.”
“Here ya go,” He said handing the halves back to her.
The lift let out a shrill ding, and the doors shifted apart. They said their ‘goodbyes’ before walking the opposite ways, Niall to his band meeting, and Lauren to her accounting conference.
Keep in mind, this lift had lots to do with their relationship. Overall it was where they’d first met, and would be where they’d gain their trust for each other.
 
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Trust is something all couples want. I mean, what is love without trust?
Trust was something that Niall Horan and Lauren Jauregui had. With Niall’s band’s infatuating popularity, and Lauren’s ruthless college girl ways, trust was bound to dissolve. This one word can collapse their whole relationship, and make them never trust again.
 
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The tv buzzed silently as it showed a persuasive commercial about kids' slippers. Kasey, Lea, Paige, and Jasmine sat aligned on the velvety couch. Kasey played with her dark brown tips, Lea filed her nubbed - down nails, Paige was on her phone going through her Twitter, and Jasmine shopped for swimsuits on her MacBook.
 
Kasey dropped the part of hair in her palm. "Where's Ava?" She asked leaning over to see the other girls' puzzled faces.
 
"She did come back last night, right Lea?" Jasmine asked raising one of her arched eyebrows at the blond.
 
"How should I know?" She muttered tossing the used file on the coffeetable. She felt as if Ava could do whatever she pleased without her permission, since she was the eldest twin.
 
"She's your sister, you outta know." Jasmine said rising to her feet. She never really liked Ava, because she stole her thunder. Before Lea & Ava moved to their high school, she was the 'it' girl. "Ha, ha, Ava! You can come out now!" She called.
 
Paige watched as Jasmine took a hold. At the begining of the summer, Ava had played a dirty trick like that. She'd hidden from them all day, and the girls had even went as far as calling for a search party. Ava was turned in, but got off the hook because she 'meant no harm'. Turns out, she was out all day with Paige's long - time crush, Harry Styles.
 
The condo was silent.
 
"Call her," Kasey said watching as Lea punched in the numbers on her screen.
 
"Hey! You've reached Ava Payne, I'll call you back when I get the chance! Mwah!" Ava's upbeat voicemail said.
 
"This has to be a joke, Ava /always/ picks up for me." Lea said her voice cracking.
 
"Unless," Jasmine chewed her lip. "She left her phone. I remember seeing it when I took a shower."
 
"But, what if she is really /gone/? Like, gone /gone/?" Paige jumped to a conclusion. "Ava's really pretty, she could have been raped and killed when she was on her way back."
 
"Oh, please Paige," Kasey sighed clapping her hands. "The key is to stay optimistic. She's bound to come back sometime!"
 
But what they didn't know that Ava was never coming back. Ever.
 
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It's supposed to be Pretty Little Liars - ish, like Ava's the girl everyone wants to be and - bam! She's dead. This part is going to be finished rather towards the middle or so of the story, because the whole story is about everything leading up to this. { And no, One Direction is not famous. }
 
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Chapter One: Alyse's Addiction
 
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Alyse Calder thumbed through her Twitter, re - reading tweets she'd already seen. She thought it was lame at first attempt, then it started to grow on her.
 
She closed out of the app, squenching her eyes at the screen, deciding which game to play.
 
"So how about this one?" Her older sister, Eleanor Calder said making a slow 360 spin, showing off the silky fabric.
 
"It's great," Alyse said smirking as she figured out another clue.
 
"You aren't even looking," Eleanor said walking over to her sister.
 
"I stopped since dress number three, Ellie." She shrugged.
 
Eleanor huffed, and took up Alyse's phone. "No games until I find a dress."
 
Alyse let out a squeal.
 
"Al, this is important to me. I'm marrying the love of my life, and you're too busy playing word finds!" Eleanor collapsed in one of the velvety seats.
 
"How about dress number two? It's pretty."
 
"It's also itchy." Eleanor rubbed her temples.
 
"Um, number four?"
 
"Too boxy on the waistline."
 
"Number seven?"
 
"It's comfortable, but too pricy."
 
"How pricy? It can be /that/ much," Alyse hung the dress back up.
 
"How about twenty - three grand, is that pricy enough?" Eleanor sighed. "Let's deal with this later. I'm hungry, and the boys and us are supposed to be going to Nandos." She walked back into the dressing chamber, unzipping the dress and putting on her regular clothing.
 
Her and Alyse said bye to the woman who owned 'Brenda's Bridal Wear', who's name was ironically Nancy.
 
To be honest, Alyse thought stressing over a wedding was dumb. It was only a little cermony right? A few people close to you, a dance or two, maybe some cake and alcohol? But her sister wanted a grand wedding. Her budget was 500,000 dollars --- who knows where she got the money for all of that?
 
Alyse shrugged and hopped to catch up with Eleanor who's pace was amazingly quick.
 
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Ending! Going on Spring Break, so won't be her for a while! Alyse, is pronounced Alice. Also, go follow me on @kendalldruu3 !!!

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+ Paris's Pov
 
I groaned as I put in the next contact. "Who knew getting a new phone was so much work," I said glancing at the cracked screen of my previous phone adding the next person.
 
"Yeah," Zayn said flipping through the television channels.
 
"You aren't even helping, you bum!" I laughed and handed him the phone. "Start on G, I'm going to change,"
 
"Should I be asking why?" He asked still tapping the screen.
 
"Harry says he has a surprise," I wiggled my eyebrows heading to change.
 
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"Great! Your dressed!" Harry greeted.
 
"So what's this surprise?" I said sitting in the arm chair. He wouldn't drop any hints or signs.
 
"Me, you, the band, and El are going to bond over dinner."
 
"Dinner? Don't you think that's a bit much?" I asked. It was awfully nice of him to invite everyone to dinner, but I'd feel like an outcast. A major outcast since I'm not a singer, or in the band, or a model.
 
"No, no. Everyone wants you to go," He smiled leading us to his car and to the resteraunt.
 
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Harry cleared his throat. "Hey, guys, Paris and Zayn are here."
 
The bunch looked up from their conversations, and stared.
 
"Hi!" Louis said breaking the ice.
 
"Hi," I said seating next to Harry.
 
"You're Pattie, right?" He said.
 
"No.." I looked at Harry for help.
 
"You look like one."
 
"Um.."
 
"Have you ever considered changing your name?" He asked.
 
"Lou, that is enough. Eleanor, from the concert." She smiled.
 
"I remember you," i smiled.
 
"Should we order?" Harry smiled. He called over a waitress, who looked about twenty. She gladly took our orders. She's probably a fan.
 
"So Paris," Liam glanced at Louis. "Tell us about yourself."
 
All eyes were on me. I could feel my face heating.
 
"She's a little shy," Zayn covered.
 
"Oh that's fine, everyone's a little shy," Liam gave me a smile.
 
"So, where's Danielle?" I had remembered the curly haired girl from the concert.
 
"Oh, she's on tour."
 
"Is she a singer too?" I asked fiddling with the straw in my glass.
 
"No, she's a dancer." Liam boasted.
 
"Here's your food!" The waitress cheered setting the plates down.
 
Niall was the first to pick up his fork. I assumed he'd already been full from eating pieces of bread from the basket, but I guess not.
 
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," I said standing up.
 
"Me too," Eleanor said smiling.
 
"So you're Zayn's girl, huh?" She smiled.
 
"No, I just tutor him. We're friends, that's all." I said checking my hair.
 
"Okay," She said stretching the 'ay'. "But anyways, you two are cute together!" She nudged me.
 
I muttered a 'thanks'. "So how long have you and Louis been together?"
 
"About nine months," She smiled. "And sorry about him earlier he's... like that."
 
I nodded. "You'll get used to him, he's really sweet," She reassured. "We should be getting back," She opened the door and started walking out. "Paris, is it?"
 
I smiled. "It is,"
 
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{ P a r i s 's P o v }
 
I paced around the room biting my nails in the process. I was afraid of Zayn coming, and seeing me in this state. The clock was ticking down, and i only had about 12 minutes left.
 
I walked to the bathroom, setting myself on one of the benches near the sinks. ( Good thing I bribed JoAnne to buy them. )
 
I took out my now shattered phone and called Daphne. "Daph, I need advice."
 
"Um, hello to you too," She said sarcastically. "And about Zayn? I got you girl."
 
"Wait, how do you kow it was about Zayn...?" I questioned glancing at the clock.
 
"Honey, I know." She snapped.
 
"Um, so how do I make it less awkward between us? Since our fight and all?"
 
"First hon, there's no way to de - awkward that. I don't know... just... make up or something, gosh." The phone beeped and she hung up. Gotta love her!
 
I rolled my eyes at nothing and walked back to the room. Surprisingly, Zayn wasn't there yet. I sighed. Okay, not as bad as I thought. I unlocked my phone about to ring him, then I heard a husky voice. "I was worried you weren't coming," I cringed. Zayn.
 
I whirled around ganing all confidence I had. "Hey," I breathed, my British voice an octave higher. "Ready to start?" I changed the subject.
 
"Well, I was really hoping we could talk." Something about 'talking' made me feel... uneasy. Like talking to him was like making out, or ( god forbid ) sex. Talking with Zayn was something I was trying to avoid.
 
"Um..." I droned. My phone chimed, and I happily took it out. I felt Zayn's eyes on me, making my face heat. I shifted my weight. The message was from Daphne saying: "Good luck! :)"
 
I turned around and Zay was directly behind me. "Giving me any space, huh?" I smirked.
 
He chuckled and watched me as I put my phone away. "What happend to your phone?" He asked.
 
"Ask Daphne." I giggled and sat down, ready to start. "Okay... what does this mean?" I made several hand gestures.
 
"Um, Hi, my name is Paris, nice to meet you." He said.
 
"Good," I did another one.
 
"What time is it?"
 
I did one more.
 
"Goodbye?" He asked.
 
"No, thank you."
 
He made a motion at me.
 
"Hey, I teach you, you don't teach me!" I joked and he did the motion again. 'I'm sorry about what happened.' was what he did. I sighed. 'Please don't bring this up.'
 
( this ' ' means they're talking in sign language )
 
'Why not?'
 
'Drop it.'
 
"And what if I don't?" He said aloud.
 
"I dunno. What?" he smirked at me and started leaning in. Was he going to kiss me? He was going to kiss me.
 
I waited a few seconds and his lips didn't touch. I opened my eyes.
 
"Gotcha," he said smiling. I pushed him away by his shoulders.
 
I laughed. "You are /so/ mean!"
 
"Don't be so gullible," He shrugged.
 
I stared at Zayn taking in the features I'd never noticed. Like how his hair today was messily done, like he'd did it on purpose. Also how the shirt he wore showed off more of his arm tattoos. He caught me looking at him and I blushed, him smirking.
 
{ L a t e r }
 
After being caught off guard with Zayn telling me stories about his band mates, I was on better terms with him. My phone rang, signaling my alert tone.
 
I squenched my eyes trying to see what was on the screen. ' Appointment for phone! ' It said. "oh, gosh, I've gotta go!" I slung my bag onto my shoulder.
 
"Where? Maybe I can... drive you?"
 
I smiled. "Sure."
 
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