One Magazine. One Year. One Direction. [One Direction FanFic]

Attack of the Fans- Chapter 35

I don't feel like typing a big Author Note, So here is the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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**Al's POV**

I woke up with a pounding headache. "Morning love." Liam whispered and I groaned. He smiled and hugged me tighter. He handed me a couple pain killers and my water bottle. I took them and looked down at what I was wearing. I was only in my bra and One Direction girl boxers. I looked over at Liam and he was only in his boxers.

"Not a bad way to wake up." I said smiling and went off to go take a shower. After that was done, I put on my hot pink soffee shorts and one of Liam's shirts. It was a pretty solid blue.

"Now you're wearing my clothes?" He asked and wrapped his arms around me. I nodded and kissed him. He set me back down and we fell onto the bed, still kissing.

"Hey, tour is back on and I was wondering if you could- HOLY POTATOES!" Niall yelled after we looked up. I blushed a furious red and smiled.

"What do you need?" I asked and he started blushing.

"I-I was j-just wondering if y-you could m-make breakfast." He stuttered and I nodded.

"Sure. I am pretty hungry." I said getting up. Niall was still blushing and I walked over to the little kitchen area. I pulled out some eggs and blueberry pancake mix. I grabbed my iPod and put om my headphones and went into my world of cooking and music.

Today's Agenda:

1.Make Food- CHECK!

2. Write the past two articles.

3. Unbandage knuckles.

4. Box.

5. Work on college applications.

6. Attend One Direction concert tonight and hopefully not be killed.

I smiled at my list and started cooking. I made toast and omelets and had plates for everyone. "FOOD!" I yelled when I was done. I grabbed an apple and took a bite. I wasn't a big eater. I just realized that. huh, should work on that. It only started after I got the... hate.. crap.. They are gonna kill me. My subconscious is taking over. I sighed and went back to munching. The tour started up again and tonight the boys had a concert. I really didn't want to go. I unwrapped the bandages on my hand and flexed my fingers. My ribs should be healed in a few days, but I plan on boxing today.

"Hey, I'm gonna go work out." I announced and heads were nodded in response. I texted Paul to call the gym down the street and reserve it. I changed into my black Nike shorts and slipped on my baby blue sports bra. I grabbed my boxing gloves and quickly slipped my MMA ones in. Cory didn't approve of actual, fighting-with-gloves-and-no-protective-gear. I sighed. I always wanted to train for MMA. I slipped on my cut off shirt and grabbed my water bottle. I grabbed my workout sleeve for my iPod and went out of the door.

I walked to the gym and smiled at the girl at the front desk. "Do you want a trainer?" She asked and I shook my head no. I could tell she knew who I was and she wasn't to happy about it. I glanced down at her desk and she was reading an article about One Direction. Her wallpaper was One Direction and she had bobble heads of them. I smiled weakly and went to go stretch.

After I was done stretching I ran a couple miles and took a quick break. My stomach grumbled and I ignored it. I pulled on my MMA gloves and went to work on the bag. I had my headphones in and was listening to Scream by Avenged Sevenfold. I punched along with the music, pretending it was everything I hate. The hateful fans, Ryan, and surprisingly, I was picturing myself. I know I shouldn't have but I'm done letting people walk all over me.