We're Just Like Them... But Girls (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

Author's Note: i decided to delete my last notice. the sequel will be up after this is being done edited. then auditions will be held for the Liam fanfic during the sequel. i don't know i'm sorry if i confused anyone.. probably all of you? eh well hopefully this update will make it up :) this chapter may be so boring as hell and a filler, but that's just my opinion.. aaand if you haven't heard enough of me, follow the instagram account: 1Derlander

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-Becca ;*

Louis's P.O.V.

While Olivia was breaking up the fight between Zayn, Harry, Leah, and Jessie upstairs in the gym; she told me to take care of Niall and Bree's fight. Never break up an almost physical fight with two skinny people, their bones hurt.

"Okay, so what happened between you two?" I asked. "And make it quick, Olivia's bringing fight number two down here sometime soon."

"Well," Niall started, "Bree and I heard the fight with Zayn, Jessie, Leah, and Harry. Olivia came in with cereal. I asked her to go check on them. Then Bree got all moody and asked me why I didn't tell her to check on them. She thinks Olivia and I are together, while we're not. And... Yeah. That's about it."

"Uh, no. That's not it!" Bree screamed. "You've been spending so much time with Olivia now, it's not even funny!"

I looked at Niall, waiting for him to object. "Well I wouldn't have been spending so much time with Olivia if you weren't with Louis all the time!"

"Whoa! Hold on here! Niall, mate, Bree and I aren't spending a lot of time together! I've been comforting her because she thinks you ditched her!"

Didn't Bree and  Niall get into a little fight a few weeks ago?

"Hey guys!" Liam said while walking in, "Olivia told me to come down here since she'll have the other four down here any minute now.  Emmy feels a little bit sick so she's in bed.  Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bree said with clenched teeth, "everything's perfect."

I looked at Niall and Bree and said, "We'll resolve this later.  From now on, don't have that look where you want to hit each other.  Two boney people is not what I would like to come between.  Got it?"

"Yeah," Niall said.  "Can we leave now?  I'm hungry."

"Yeah, I don't want to watch the fight with the other four.  Bye!" Bree chirped.

Well, that went over smoothly.

Leah's P.O.V.

*after the fight*

You know how you have that one friend who you can tell anyone to?  Someone who's closer to you than a relative?  Well, in my case, it's Olivia.  How should I put it?  We're like that Larry Stylinson bromance.  Except we're girls and don't have combined names.  Yeah?

"Okay," I started to say, "so why do you like my new look all of a sudden?"

"Well, remember when I was drunk and I was like, lost with Niall?" Olivia asked.

"Yep,"

"Well, I sorta got a tattoo.  It's on my foot!"  Olivia showed me her foot.

"What the fuck is that?  A unicorn?"

"Shhh!  No one except you and Niall know about it!"

"But... Why a unicorn?  Out of all things, you pick a unicorn?"

"Don't judge!"

"You're so weird."

"I know," Olivia said.  "Okay, so why did you go off on Harry?  I thought you liked him?"

"Eh, I'm not sure.  I had feelings for Zayn, then I didn't.  Then I had feelings for Harry, now I don't.  I'm kinda back on Zayn."

"Cough, slut." Olivia smiled.

"Nah, I think you're supposed to fake cough.  Not say the word 'cough.'  Loser."

"I don't roll that way.  Okay, so now you're kinda in between Harry and Zayn, right?"  I nodded.  "Well, you should follow your heart!  What happened to that Matt guy?  He seemed nice!"

"Wasn't he that doctor that took all of you to a room with sharp objects?  Yeah, we don't talk anymore.  The date we went on was boring.  We had nothing in common.  Plus, he was staring at some girl with the fakest boobs ever."

"At least she had boobs..." Olivia murmured.

"Oh god.  Don't tell me you want fake boobs?  Miss Flat-Chested!" I stuck my tongue at her.

Olivia was staring in space for a while before screaming.

"What?!" I said, trying to shut up.

"We should get matching tattoos!"

Really... I was just there like yesterday.

"I'll call Manuel.  He's nice!  What do you want to get?"

"Can we have little flowers on our ankles?  I've seen them on people and they're cute!" Olivia asked, basically jumping up and down.

"Whatever you want.  Come on, let's go before it gets too late." I said, grabbing the keys to my car.

We didn't take a long time driving to the mall and getting the tattoos.  I found it painless, but Olivia was crying from the pain. 

"I honestly don't know how you managed to get a big tattoo on your arm.  The little flower hurt like hell!" Olivia said, taking her eyes off her phone.

"You got a tattoo a few days ago!  You seemed fine, I'm guessing."

"I was drunk!" Olivia screamed.

Once we got to my car, we turned the radio on full blast and had all the windows down.  I'm pretty sure we were singing some Rihanna song, but  we weren't paying attention.

"Hey!" Olivia screamed, "My dad's calling!  Can you turn the music down?"

I turned the music down and rolled up the windows, we were almost home anyways.

"What?  What happened?  Did anyone get hurt?" Olivia had tears in her eyes, "Yeah.  Yeah, I know.  Okay.  When will it be arranged?  Do you want everyone there?  Okay.  I'll see what I can do.  Love you." She hung up, and bursted into tears.

"Olivia, what happened?"

"My mom.  She was driving to her night shift at work.  And some drunk driver came by.  And, he hit her.  She died, Leah.  My mom is dead!  Holy shit, my mom is dead!  I haven't talked to her in a few days!  What if I could've prevented this?  I could've done something!  My dad said all of us can go to the funeral.  Plus, he says hi." Olivia bursted into even more tears.

"Aw, hun.  Your mom was my favorite!  Don't worry.  There's nothing you could've done to stop it." I went well above the speed limit, back to the house.  I guess we better get packing to San Diego.