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A Lost Direction (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

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I stormed into Niall's apartment and sank down on to one of the couches. The other three came in and sat down as well. Niall next to Zayn on the other couch and Liam next to me.

I can't believe this. My life is being torn apart by a guy I met an hour ago. I can't do it. I can't. I won't and I can't. I'm not a liar.

'Well this is shit' Niall muttered softly but loud enough that we could hear.

'You got that right' Liam said getting up.

'Anyone want a cup of tea?' he asked.

'Me' Zayn, Niall and I said at the same time.

I heard a knock at the front door.

'I'll get it' I said and I got up, walked over to the door and turned the handle.

On the other side of the door stood Blake. His hand was raised to knock again and there was a bruise growing under his left eye that hadn't been there before. I wonder what happened to him. Not that I really care.

'And what the fuck do you want?' I asked him, holding the door shut but open enough so that I could stick my head out.

'Didn't Niall tell you. I'm suppose to start to get to know you' Blake said, softly. I noticed that he didn't have an English accent at all. It kind of sounds American but not really but it's really odd.

I turned and glared at Niall who sank lower into the couch.

'Well that's nice but I don't want to get to know you or you to know me so goodbye' I said and I slammed the door in his face.

I stormed back to the couch and threw myself down upon it.

'Louis don't do that' Niall said and he got up and opened the front door.

I looked up and stared at Blake. He looked neither angry or mad which is what I expected him to be. No he just looks sad. Like he doesn't like this situation any more than we do. But how can that be the case. He's Mr Wendell's puppet. He does what Mr Wendell says and he doesn't even know us so how can he feel sad for us.

I think I'm over thinking this. He may just be sad because he has to miss some other thing that he wanted to go to and now he has to pretend to be interested in what we have to say. Yeah that's probably what it is.

'Hi Blake' Zayn said, trying to start a conversation.

I just glowered and slouched more into the couch.

'I'm sorry I came a bit early, I just came from Mr Wendell's office' Blake said.

'Of course you did' I muttered under my breath.

'Don't mind Louis, he's just a bit tired that's all' Niall said, patting me on the shoulder hard and I got the message. Be nice.

Liam came back into the room with 2 cups of tea in his hands.

'What is he doing here?' Liam asked sourly.

Yes someone else is on my side.

'I felt like I need to get to know you a little better. You know, before tonight's concert'.

'What! There's a concert tonight' I exclaimed.

'Yeah, didn't anyone tell you' Blake said innocently.

'No, no one did' Niall said.

Liam handed me one of the cups of tea, gave the other one he had been holding to Zayn then he ducked back into the kitchen to grab his cup and Niall's.

'Blake would you like one?' Liam asked as he gave Niall his cup.

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