"Ready to go make a run for it?" Zayn unbuckles his seatbelt.

There has too be more than a thousand fans waiting outside the mall. I am beyond nervous to run through all of them. I know their will be security, but that doesn't stop my nerves. What if one of the fans pull my hood off?

"Wear my sunglasses." Niall hands me his black Ray Bans.

I slide them on my face and pull my hood up to hide my face. "If you were a fan, would you know who I was?" I ask the guys.

"I don't think so. Just keep your head down. We told Paul to keep an eye on you." Liam says, looking out at the fans.

Security has already made a path for us to go through. Now we just have to get out of the car and make a run for it. Hopefully I won't trip and fall. That would be beyond embarrassing.

"Ready?" Zayn places his hand on the door handle.

I take a deep breath and nod. Zayn pushes the door open and climbs out of the car. The teenage girls scream their heads off when they see my brother. Zayn waits for me to climb out of the car. I glance at Niall who is right behind me.

Just keep your head down.

I slide across the seat and get out of the car. I stand behind Zayn with my head down. Zayn grabs my hand and starts walking towards the entrance of the mall. The screaming gets even louder than before. The rest of the guys must be right behind us. A hand rests on my back. I look at the ground to see Niall's black Vans right behind me. I relax a little knowing he is right behind me.

"Almost there." Niall says.

How do the guys deal with the screaming fans all the time? Why can't they just be quiet? Don't they think that all the screaming could be giving the guys headaches? I know if I had to deal with this all the time I would get a headache. It's just too loud.

Zayn pulls me through the mall's doors. "Don't take your hood off yet." He continues pulling me through the mall.

"We made it." Liam breathes.

"Alright. We're good." Zayn stops walking.

I pull my hood off. "How do you guys deal with all of the screaming fans?"

"You get used to it after a while." Harry looks around the mall. "We need summer clothes. Florida is hot."

"I need some shorts and tank tops then." I say mostly to myself. "Where to first?"

"HOLLISTER!" Louis suggests, already making a run for the clothing store.

"I guess we are going to Hollister." Liam chuckles, following Louis.

"I want to get one of their jackets." I walk alongside Niall.

"We're going to Florida." Zayn looks at me like I'm crazy. "It's going to be hot there."

"It might be cold at night." I shrug. "Now lets go!" I run past all the stores to Hollister.

I skid to a stop in front of the store. I never quite understood why Hollister was so dark inside. It's always dark and loud. I love the way it smells, too. I walk to the right to the Betty's side. So many clothes to choose from. I head towards the back for the sales.

Where did Louis go?

"BOO!" Someone jumps out at me from behind a rack of clothes. I scream and swing my arms in their direction. My hand comes in contact with something hard. "Ouch! Natalie was that necessary?"

I cover my mouth with my hand when I see Louis rubbing his chest. "Oh gosh, Louis! I'm so sorry!"

"We decide to take you to Disney and you punch me." Louis shakes his head.

"What's going on?!" Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Niall run into the room.

"Natalie punched me! Put her in time out!" Louis pretends to cry.

"Only because you scared me! I get scared easily. It wasn't my fault!" I point my finger at him.

"Okay, okay." Liam steps in between us. "Louis apologize for scaring-"

"Hah!" I interrupt Liam.

"And Natalie, apologize for hitting Louis."

"Huh?" I stare at him in disbelief.

"Hah! In your face!" Louis points at me.

"It was self defense!" I argue.

Niall grabs my hand. "Okay, let's separate the two of you. You guys argue like brother and sister." He laughs, pulling me to the guy's side of the store.

"Can I pick an outfit out for you?" I change the subject.

"Only if I can pick one for you." Niall grins at me.

As long as he doesn't pick out a skirt or a dress. I'm not the kind of girl that wears them. I only wear them when I absolutely have too. Which is never. I the kind of girl that wears jeans and shorts. I'm more comfortable in those.

"Deal." I agree. "But you have to wear it to Disney one day."

"I'm okay with that." Niall sticks out his hand. I shake hands with him.

I'm not going to pick a bad outfit out for him. That would be mean. Especially if we are going to wear them to Disney. I wouldn't want to embarrass him. Hopefully I can trust him enough to pick a good outfit for me.

Whoa. Stop the clock!

Did I really just say that? Does that mean I trust Niall? I thought of it without putting much thought into it. That must be a good sign. I must be slowly trusting Niall without knowing it. Maybe that's his plan. Make me trust him without knowing it. If so, it's working.

"Twenty minutes?" Niall suggests, looking down at the clock on his phone. I nod my head agreeing.

That sounds reasonable. Twenty minutes would be more than enough time to shop for an outfit for Niall.

We go our separate ways. Hm. What should I get Niall to wear? Florida has some pretty hot weather. Dark colors are out of the question. Maybe a blue shirt to make his eyes stand out or a green shirt because he is a leprechaun. I probably should have found out what jean size he wears. Oh well.

I grab a pair of dark wash skinny jeans for him first. Well, there aren't super skinny. A bright blue polo with the red Hollister symbol on it. I guess on the size and throw it over my arm. This shirt will make his eyes stand out for sure. I'll have to go to a shoe store to find him a good pair of shoes to match.

I walk the the cash register in the middle of the store. "Excuse me?" A guy turns around and flashes me a smile. "Could you hold these clothes for me? I'm going to go to the store on the other side for a pair of shoes."

"Sure." The guy takes the clothes from me and places them behind the counter.

"Thank you." I say before heading for the exit. "Hey Harry!" I call out to the curly headed kid. He turns around from looking at a rack of jeans. "What size shoe does Niall where?"

"Why?"

"We're doing this thing were we pick each others outfits." I sum up our little deal.

"Size ten." Harry grins, going back to the jeans.

"Thanks, Curly!" I ruffle his curls before walking out of Hollister.

I spot a shoe store across from Hollister. Perfect. Not a long walk. I check the time on my phone. Ten minutes left. Plenty of time to find a pair of shoes for Niall. I enter the shoe store to see a whole bunch of shoes on the walls. Maybe I'll get him a plain pair of black high top Nikes. That would match.

I reach for a pair of Nikes that fit my description perfectly. What size are they? Elevens. Too big. I look around for the box. I see some shoes in boxes to the left. I search for the shoes I want and spot them easily. I grab them and head for the register.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

I drop the shoes on the ground when I lock eyes with Glen. What is he doing here?

"Hello, Natalie." He smirks.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper.

"I work here." Glen walks around and picks up the box I dropped. "I heard that One Direction was shutting the mall down and I knew I had to work."

"Can I just buy the shoes?" I grab my money from my pocket.

"Sure, but I want to talk about us first." Glen holds the box in his arms.

"There is no us. There hasn't been an us since you started that rumor about me." I tell him.

"Ah yes. The rumor." Glen chuckles. What is so funny about that? "Good times."

Good times? Are you serious? He ruins my life and he says good times like it's no big deal! He even laughs at it. What a jerk!

"Can you just tell me how much I owe you?" I calmly change the subject.

Glen rings up the shoes for me. "Which guy are you sleeping with?" He suddenly asks.

"None of them!"

Glen snorts. "Don't lie. All of their fans think that you are sleeping with them. I know that you aren't though. No guy would want to date a girl that is ugly."

The guy's fans think I'm sleeping with them? I would never do that. How do their fans even know that I'm hanging out with them? I thought I hid my face well enough. I haven't been bragging about it or anything.

"What?" I ask, worried.

"Yep. They all think you are a slut. Just check Twitter." Glen smirks.

I hand Glen the money and grab the bag, not waiting for my change. I need to get out of here before I start panicking. Well, panicking even more then I already am.

Glen's arm shoots out and grabs ahold of my wrist. "Hold up, chunky!" He pulls me backwards and I collide into his chest. "Doesn't this remind you of some good memories?" His hands slide down my back towards my butt.

"Let go of me!" I push against his chest.

"Not yet. We need to talk first." Glen keeps one arm around my waist. He grabs both of my wrists in one hand to stop me from hitting his chest.

"We can talk just let go of me!" I struggle against his tight hold on me.

What is he doing?

Glen tightens his hold. "I can't do that because you would run away. Being in this position is perfect for what I want to talk about. I was thinking we could get back together." Glen licks his lips.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I laugh. "You made a rumor about me and ruined my life. Now you want us to get back together? Are you demented?"

Glen's face hardens. "We are going to get back together."

Before I can even blink, Glen kisses me. I yank my hands out of his and push against his chest. He's too strong. Glen pulls back.

"I've missed your kisses."

I raise my knee up hitting him in his crotch. He lets go of me and cups that area. I grab the bag from the floor and sprint to the front of the store. I weave past all the different tables with shoes on them.

Glen grabs my arm and yanks me back. "Bad move." He growls.

I spin around and trip over my own feet. I land face first on the ground. That's going to hurt later. Glen spins me around and climbs on my body. This isn't going to end well. I kick my leg up hoping to strike again, but he sits on my legs preventing me from doing so.

"Nice try." Glen smirks. "You should just let me have my way with you. This will be the only time a guy will ever be with someone as ugly and fat as you."

"Then why bother?" I squirm on the floor, trying to get away.

"Because no one will believe we slept together if you are still a virgin." Glen starts to unbuckle his pants.

I scream as loud as I can hoping the guys can hear me. Glen covers my mouth with his hand. I bite down on his hand. I'm going to brush my teeth a million times after this.

"Bitch!" Glen yells.

He slaps my right cheek as hard as he can. I cry out in pain and clutch my cheek. Tears fill up my eyes. Glen gets knocked off of me and falls on the floor on his back. Zayn is on top of Glen punching him.

"Natalie!" The rest of the guys run over to me.

"Stop him!" I cry pointing to Zayn. I can't let Zayn get hurt.

Harry and Louis grab Zayn and pull him off of Glen. Glen wipes his bloody lip with his shirt. He scrambles to his feet and glares at me. I can't believe he was about to do that to me. Niall pulls me up to my feet. Liam stands in front of me in a protective stance.

"Oh look." Glen waves his arms around. "The slut's boy toys are here. She can't go anywhere without you guys. No wonder everyone thinks she's a whore."

Zayn jumps forward, but Harry and Louis are holding him back. Everyone thinks I'm a whore. Just because I'm hanging out with One Direction doesn't mean I'm a whore. I'm not sleeping with any of the guys.

"Once a whore, always a whore."

Niall pushes past Zayn and swings his arm back. He punches Glen in the face. Glen stumbles backwards and clutches his nose.

Fat. Ugly. Once a whore, always a whore. Worthless. Bitch. Slut. Chunky. Stupid. All the words from school come rushing back to me. The constant bullying. I couldn't take it then and I can't take it now.

I spin on my heel and run out of the store. I ignore the guys calling my name. I just run. I don't know where I'm going. I just need to get away.

Away from all of this.

Away from all of the fans hating me.

Away from Glen and Katie.

Away from everyone.

•••••

Author's Note:

Almost didn't get to post this. I've been really busy the past two days. I'm sorry for not updating ODTMH. I will try to update tomorrow. I haven't even started on the next chapter yet.

I just want to say how absolutely amazing you guys are. Truly. You guys are just..incredible. I want to thank everyone that is helping me with my 1D Challenge. It means so much that you are helping me out. I know it's pretty much impossible for One Direction to read my stories, because they are so busy with their tour.

I wish I was going to one of their concerts so I could make a sign that tells them to check out my stories. That would be awesome.

Most people want to met them. I want them to read my stories. Although, they may not like them. I'm willing to take that risk. I would love to meet them, though. Spend a whole day with them at Disney or something. I'd even be happy with them tweeting about me on Twitter.

Okay, I need to stop.

Thank you guys so much! Words cannot express how thankful I am that you are reading my stories and helping me with my 1D Challenge.