The Way We Are (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Seven

"Didn't wanna want you

Didn't wanna need you so bad

Didn't wanna wake up

And find that I was falling so fast.

Didn't wanna need you

Didn't wanna need anyone

Now look what you've done.”

The Way I Do – Joey Chen

“Hold your horses down for a second. I need to digest everything you just said, Camp!”

I had to tell Mary Anne everything, and I mean everything. From how Liam and I became best friends, how Liam and I had this ‘friends with benefits’ thing, how I was there before Liam, Zayn, Harry, Niall and Louis became the world famous lads of One Direction. I told her details about my relationship with Zayn, how Harry got involved, how every relationship ended with so much heartache, and so did my life with them. After witnessing how I completely broke down in front of her, she insisted to know what the real story behind me was. Mary Anne said she’d listen to me like an older sister I never had.

“Okay, so let’s get this down again. You know One Direction, hell, you went on a tour with them and were basically best friends with One Direction -excluding Louis on the latter half of course-, but you messed up your two year relationship with Zayn Malik because of a steamy arrangement with the one and only Harry Styles? In the end, you were banished by your own best friend, Liam Payne. And that crushed you. You disappeared for eighteen months, but never found peace anywhere other than your own home, Wolverhampton. And you think you’ve healed after you went away. But now that you’re back, all of a sudden whirl, you’re meeting them all over again and you’re scared of what might happen, am I right?” Mary Anne asked.

I nodded back at her, only to be shot with “You whore.”

“Wow, thanks for stating the obvious, Mary Anne. You should join the trending topic, hash tag ‘Campbelle the whore-der of One Direction is back’.” I mocked.

“I don’t have a Twitter account. Why do you think I never heard or read anything about you? What do the fans call those who are new to the fandom, carrots? Yeah, that’s me. I’ve never been obsessed with them since the beginning. Puberty just got them right in every way, that’s practically the reason why I became a fan. They’re gorgeous, but after everything you told me, I change my mind. They’re all sorts of dumbfucks, excluding my Nialler, of course. Do you think you can set me up with him?”

I frowned back and asked, “Have you really been listening to me?”

“Ehh, just about half of it, I guess? All my brain could comprehend were you fucking Liam, Zayn and Harry all at the same time. Honestly, I never pegged you as that kind of girl. Well, you’re hot and gorgeous, yes. Damn, who would say no?” I purposely have her see me roll my eyes at her. Not helping at all. “But who am I to judge why you did that? You lived, breathed, touched and practically were one of them. Not that I’m saying you took advantage or anything, but I guess you just got confused with your emotions.”

I hesitated for a while, before I answered back, “I’m a mess.”

“That’s what you want to believe, Camp. I reckon you are. If you were a mess, you wouldn’t come back. You wouldn’t take Liam back. I understand you, Camp. You’re just confused because those boys are the ones who are messed up in those heads -on top and down below!”

But am I? What if Mary Anne was just saying that because she knows my side of the story? Could she tell the same if she’s heard Zayn’s or Harry’s?