Save Me Tonight

Author's Note: HI. Sorry this isn't so good yet.

Oh my god. It will actually get better. I promise. So far it's really pretty sucky, but it's a One Direction fanfic. It has to get better.

Comment if you're actually reading this. Omg. Okay. 

Bye! xx

“Lottie!” My aunt Sarah yelled. And yes. She did call me Lottie. Which is the same name as Louis Tomlinson’s little sister. “Come here, I need help with my bags.”

“Bags..? What?” I asked, confused. My mom shot me a look, meaning to stop asking questions. God, this woman could be so irritating. “Oh! Yeah, bags..” I muttered, Andy stifled a laugh as I dragged Sarah’s bags past. I dropped one on his foot accidentally on purpose.

“Ow! Dammit Char!” He yelled, annoyed.

“Well, it’s on your foot, come on, pick it up and help me now.” I snapped at him. We walked up the stairs and down the hallway into the guest room, throwing the bags onto the bed.

“Well, this’ll be fun, eh Charlotte?” I rolled my eyes. Sure, I adored Sarah, I really did, but her kids were another thing. Speaking of which..

“Hey, are Travis and Annie here as well?” I asked slowly. Sure enough, screaming could be heard through the house. “Good god. Why the fuck does she have to bring those devil children around every damn time?” Andy laughed, sitting on the bed.

“I dunno Char. It’d be one thing if they were actually good kids, but seriously. They always sleep in our room and screw everything up. Honestly, were we that horrible?” I laughed, shaking my head.

“No. We weren’t. We didn’t go to our families houses and share bedrooms with them and destroy their stuff and go through their personal items.” I mumbled. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

“Oh my god. I have an idea.” I groaned, this could be bad. “Oh shut the hell up. We’re sharing a room and they can have one of ours, so we don’t have to deal with them.” I opened my mouth to disagree, but realised there was nothing wrong with that.

“Okay, but only if we can sleep in my room.” I said, smiling. He sighed, then agreed. We started walking back downstairs, bumping hips on the way. “You get the ground.” I added right before we got into the front room. Travis and Annie were chasing eachother around. God, this was gunna be a long visit. Andy opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted.

“Guys.” No answer. “Guys!” Again, no answer. Finally, I yelled. “GUYS!” Everyone’s eyes looked towards Andy and I. “Anyway, Travis, Annie, you’re sleeping in Andy’s room. He and I decided it would be easier for everyone that way, also, it’s right by your mothers, so if you need anything, you can go in her room.” My mom opened her mouth to argue, but I ignored her. “Okay. You two bring your stuff into his room and don’t screw it up.” They left the room queitly. Sarah laughed quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Andy asked skeptically.

“Those kids seemed afraid! Oh my god. This shouldn’t be funny to me. They’re my own children, but for gods sake, they were quiet!” I chuckled and wakled into the kitchen to get some iced tea. My mother came in trailing behind me.

“Charlotte,” I sighed, looking up at her. Suddenly, her eyes crinkled up and you could tell she was smiling. That wasn’t something we saw often. Sure, I loved my mom, but honestly, she was so strict nowadays and she wasn’t very nice to me anymore. But I did have to do with that. I wasn’t nice to her anymore either. “Charlotte, good idea having the kids sleep together in one room. That way it’s only one room we’ll have to clean.” I nodded, smiling, turning back to my iced tea.

Andy’s POV

There’s nothing to do in this bedroom. Where’s the xbox? Is there even a tv? She does have a laptop, so I guess that’s okay..

I walked over to the computer and silently opened it up, going on the internet. She wouldn’t be mad. What does she have to hide? Nothing. We share everything with eachother. A tab was already open, her tumblr. I scrolled through the homepage thingy, I guess it’s called a dashboard? Well I scrolled through it. The only stuff was mainly One Direction, but there was some other stuff too. A picture of a wrist with words like “I ache for the blade” What the fuck? What’s going on here? She’s couldn’t.. no.