The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 4 by collagal, literature
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The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 4
Zayn’s Pov
I am knocking on Genna Saunders’ door and wondering what all the racket inside is. Her house is quite large, which is to be expected since we go to a very distinguished private school. Even in its entirety, the outside of the home is also modest.
The door swings open and instead of Genna, there is a boy with sandy blonde hair that sticks up awkwardly in all the wrong places. He is trying to give me a menacing glare but he’s failing miserably.
“You must be Zayn.” He says in voice in which he is obviously trying to make deeper.
“Uh, yeah,” I shuffle my feet. Even though I have the bad b
The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 3 by collagal, literature
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The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 3
Zayn's POV
The day went by in a blur, like usual. Ken is now hopping in the passenger seat of my truck. Once she is settled, she reaches over to skim through the radio. She finds a channel playing Independent Woman by Destiny’s Child.
“Are you serious?” I ask, feeling myself relax. In the confinement of my vehicle, and with Kennedy at my side, any wall I had up, crumbles immediately.
Kennedy has that effect on anyone that gets to know her.
“Yes, really,” She replies with the little sass she has.
Before I pull out of the parking l
I enjoy the rhythmic method in which I pack cables into their designated boxes. This is the consistency that has kept me rooted and balanced for the last three months. The diligence it takes to be a (small and insignificant) part of the technical crew for the band One Direction has kept me very busy. I can’t believe it has only been a few months since Finn found me.
I wince. It’s not healthy for me to dwell on the past. I continue to pack the last of the cords when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Finnigan.
“Hey Finni,” I say in a soft, teasing voice.
“I&rsquo
Destinee's POV
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is a brown haired boy with brown eyes. Because he is in my face, I can see his strong jaw line and his light facial hair. I smell his cologne. Immediately after I gain consciousness he’s trying to force water down my throat. I pull away. I still can’t think clearly, but the fogginess in my mind is easing up.
The brown eyed boy speaks to me. His voice is not American. I missed most of his dialogue, but what I do make out of his soft calm voice is “I’m sorry,” repeated over and over and over again.
No one has apologized for being kind. I’m so confuse
The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 2 by collagal, literature
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The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 2
A Collagal Note: So guys, this chapter is kinda a filler but is still important to the story. It actually has a second part, but I just thought it would be waaay too long if I published it all at once. So here. Don't worry, in the next chapter there is A LOT of fun drama. At the end of this chapter will be a 'sneak peak'. So stay tuned!
Previously on Bad Boy’s Sidekick:
Harry avoids looking at me and stares down Zayn, “Well Malik, looks like I get to ride the virgin slut this go around.”
All time stands still as Zayn lunges at the boy with the curls.
“No!” I yell. The last thing I need is for the boys to get
We arrive at the hotel. The nervousness sets in, and I chasten myself for being so brash. Even though I am in charge of all the technical aspects for the shows, I am most certainly not my own boss. It has been made severely clear that only the traveling crew can be on tour and in the hotels. No visitors or family. This is the rule that became the last straw for Cassandra.
I look to my left and see Destinee in the cab seat unconsciousness, and I realize for the first time I may be over my head.
‘Shit,’ I think.
I even explore the possibility of asking the taxi driver to take us to the nearest hospital. But unlike my father, I ke
Happy Valentine's Day (HarryXReader) by collagal, literature
Literature
Happy Valentine's Day (HarryXReader)
You are sitting in a booth, all alone. You watch the candles’ flame sway back and forth. Tears begin to fill your eyes.
He stood you up.
Why?
You can’t take it anymore, the tears you were holding back now stream down your face.
And you think, ‘No one loves me.’
A boy slips into the booth. You look up. He has dark curly hair, and green eyes. He is sporting a smile and dimples. He’s so beautiful.
“You’re so beautiful,” You say, letting the words fall out of your mouth. You blush not meaning to say such a thing.
His smile broadens, “What is a girl like you sitting all alone on Valenti
The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 1 by collagal, literature
Literature
The Bad Boy's Sidekick Chapter 1
A Collagal Note: This story contains naughty words, and mean actions. I obviously do not know the members of One Direction. I love them all. I cannot stress enough that this is just a story for fun. This story was originally written to 'make fun' of 'bad boy' One Direction stories (In a loving way), however, I got so into the story I decided to make it a whole fanfiction. Enjoy!
I step out of the vehicle, and say good bye to my mother. I shut the door and watch as she drives away. I turn on my heels and look at my high school. School is sadly the highlight of my day.
I’m not that g
*Author's note: This writing style is purposely not having any direction, and is supposed to confuse the reader. The reader is too feel as muddled as the character.
P.S. One Direction is sadly not mentioned in this chapter BUT there is more than enough of the boys in the next one to make up for it! So stay tuned!
Emptiness. This isn’t the same emptiness that has drained my spirit months before, but a new hollowness that remains in my stomach. But it is still the same pain. I am surviving off old memories; this is because I know I am incapable of making new ones. I don’t want to make new ones.
L.A. isn’t what it’s cra
‘Damn,’ I think as I stare into the bathroom mirror, ready to start the torture, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore.’
The blonde dye I applied several months ago, has met its end, or more literally the end of my hair. My brunette roots have almost completely taken over my head.
But that’s the problem.
Why does my hair have to be consistent? Liam’s hair changes once a week. When I first met him he had a straightened bowl shaped haircut, then he left it untouched and curly, and then like the rest of the guys (excluding Harry) cut it short and styled it up. Then. He. Fuckin’. Got. A. Fuckin’