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Name of the list: Obsessed fanfiction [h.s. au]

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  The end of the night
We should say goodbye
But we carry on
While everyone's gone

Never felt like this before
Are we friends or are we more?
As I'm walking towards the door
I'm not sure  

                                          One Direction - Change My Mind

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I O N E

I hear whispers and footsteps climbing the stairs outside my room. I don't bother opening my eyes and interrupting my blissful sleep for something that's probably my mum with some of her girlfriends.

I'm quick to change my mind though as I overhear the knob on my door turning and the creak of the old wooden door separating me from reality.

The footsteps are coming closer and closer. My breath gets deeper. My heart beats faster. All these, until I hear a very familiar voice whispering in my ear. "Wake up, Birthday girl."

I lazily flutter my eyelids open. The first thing I see is a blurry image of colours and a pair of deep greenish-brown pair of eyes. Then I take a look around and see all my friends scattered around my room, holding colourful balloons and a couple of cupcakes with a lit birthday candle in each one. Everybody's looking at me with gleaming eyes. "Happy Birthday." They all say in unison making my heart flutter. I hastily peel the covers off my body and hug Ratchel with so much force, I almost tackle her to the ground.

"Thank you, guys this is wonderful." I beam at the sight in front of me. They all come closer and sing the birthday song to me. I'm too overwhelmed that I feel tears pooling in my eyes. I'm ready to blow the candles when Louis' voice interrupts me.

I lift my gaze and look at him being in Liam's arms and looking at me with a knowing look that says a lot more than words could. "Make a wish." He smiles sweetly and I look at Liam, as he looks down at his boyfriend and then back at me. And I know what Louis means, I know too well. But it feels kind of late for wishes. That doesn't stop me though.

'I wish for something good to happen today.' And I blow my candles. I wipe the happy tears off my eyes and everyone gathers in a group hug. "Thank you, thank you. This is really the first time somebody surprises me." They all smile and wish me happy birthday.

The boys get out and I'm left with the girls. Jane insists on dressing me up and doing my make up for today, as a birthday gift. "How awesome is it to have the same birthday with Justin Bieber?" Jane asks excitedly and Ashley scoffs.

"Justin's birthday was yesterday." She states a matter of factly. She shakes her head in shame and whispers under her breath, "such a fake fan." I stifle a laugh at their bickering and roll my eyes.

"I don't even like Justin Bieber. I couldn't care less." I flick them off and Ratchel starts doing my make-up. She puts all kind of neutral shades on me because as she says 'they compliment my light complexion and eyes.'

Then it's Jane's turn to dress me up. She has been searching my wardrobe for what seems like an hour, when she comes out with a knee length, deep blue, pencil skirt and a funky colourful top. "This will look brilliant on you." She doesn't let me form a sentence as she pushes me in the bathroom to dress myself.

I look my reflection in the mirror and I smile. This is the first time in weeks that I feel genuinely happy, and I promise to myself that I won't let anything ruin that day for me.

I twist the knob and stroll out of the bathroom. All the girls are sitting in my bed, talking. But as soon as I enter the room, they all stop. Deadly silence covers every nook of the room. "You look absolutely stunning." Jane squeals. "If I wasn't with Niall I would definitely hit on you." I roll my eyes and grab the pair of platforms they make me wear.

Ratchel is on the phone with Mark, asking where they are. As soon as she gets the information, we all get in her car and drive to the -still unknown for me- destination. "You're so lucky that your birthday is on Saturday. Mine's on Wednesday." Ashley whines.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you'll have a great birthday. Trust me." She gives me a kiss on the cheek as Ratchel stops outside a tall building.

"What are we doing at the cinema?" I ask quite confused.

"Niall insisted on, renting a theatre for a private screening of all of our favourite movies." Jane exclaims excitedly and I can't contain myself as I see Niall and the rest of the boys, walking towards me. I run as fast as I can in this outfit and hug him tight.

"Thank you. That's the best thing that someone has ever done for me." He hugs me back and gives me that special laugh of his.

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The night falls and Ratchel along with Mark this time, drop me at my house, whishing me 'happy birthday' once more. I guess I know why they got into all this trouble now, and not just anytime. They feel the pity eating them from inside out, and that makes me kind of angry. But as I think again, I realise that these people really care for me. Otherwise they wouldn't spend their time doing something so big for me, and I'm forever grateful for them, even for the 'new additions' in the group.

I climb the stairs to my room when I hear my father calling my name. "Yes, dad?"

"Come here." He says and I take some steps back. I enter the living room, to see him standing up from his chair. He comes towards me slowly without saying anything, and takes me in a very tight hug. I feel something wet falling on my shoulder and I take a glance at my dad's face.

"Dad, are you crying?" 

"No!" He sniffs, "I-I'm just a bit emotional." He places his big palm on each side of my face and kisses my temple. "My little girl just turned eighteen. You're an adult. This is emotional for me." He gets a bit defensive and I laugh. He chuckles and hugs me again. "I love you, Ione." He says and I breathe in.

"I love you too, dad." He nods, wipes his tears and I finally reach my room. I take off all of my clothes and make-up, as I get in the shower. I wash my body, hopping to get my mind off him. I was succesful into not thinking about him very much these past hours, but now that I'm alone, I can't help letting my mind, wander to him and what he's doing, or who he's with. But right now I feel my heart breaking as I picture how it would be to have him with me today. I find myself wishing to have spent this day with him and only him, lying in bed, cracking jokes, kissing, sleeping and eating. 

I try to make these images go away as I dry my hair and wear my clothes. It's already ten at night when I lie in bed with a book in my hand. I don't open it, I place it on my lap and cross my fingers over it. My thumbs graze the smooth, paper cover and I sigh. I finally decide to open the book and start reading. 

<<It was hard for her to contain herself in front of him, his tall frame, his vibrant eyes and his lustful smirk were doing things to her that drove her absolutely crazy...>> I read the first line and stop myself from reading further. A tall boy with beautiful green eyes comes to my mind and I can't focus in anything but him. My thoughts though, are violently interrupted by a knocking on my window. 

My breath hitches in my throat, my palms start to sweat, my heart beats in an abnormal pace. It can't be. He's the only one who ever came through my window. He's the only one who ever did that. He's the only one.

I hastily get up and open my window and Harry stumbles in, losing his balance for a moment or two. I quickly shut my window and turn around to look at him. He holds a black, wooden frame. He comes closer and I can smell the alcohol in his breath. "Have you been drinking?" 

"It was a glass of whiskey, nothing more. My good, old friend Johnny..." I know by what he says that it was more than a glass from his good, old frind Johnny. I ignore it though, and look him in the eyes. They're red and puffy, he looks skinnier, pale. It breaks my heart, seeing him like this. 

"What do you want here?" My tone puts him off. It's hostile and cold. Nothing like the Ione he knew. The fact that I'm hiding my vulnerability under this icy facade, sends a wave of saddness through my body. 

"It's your birthday. And I remember how you had gotten me a present, despite what had happened, between us." He looks at the ring on his finger and I realise it's the one that I got him. My heart swells at the thought of him, never taking it off since I gave it to him. 

He extends his hand and hands me the wooden frame. "This is for you. I know it isn't something fancy or expensive, but it means a lot to me and I hope it means a lot to you too." He whispers. I look at him and then back at the frame. It's a picture of us at the art gallery we went a while ago, it was the day we bought ice cream, despite the weather and sat under a big tree in a park, saying nothing and everything at once. 

It was one of my favourite days. I feel the tears blurring my vision and falling on top of the glass, protecting the picture. "Thank you." I whisper and my voice breaks. I let out a sob as I feel a pair of lips comming n contact with my cheek. And with that, he's gone. For one more time. 

I walk to my bed and I lay on my side with the frame, cluched tightly on my chest. 

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Steph xx.