Last First Kiss [DISCONTINUED]

Drama, Love and One Direction, Hally has what every directioner could ever want, but is it all it's made up to be?

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39. Ugly Cheap Whore

Hally

 

It was like taking a drug, looking at those tweets. I had 50 new messages on my facebook too, as much as I wanted to stop, I just couldn't. The hate was fuelling my thoughts, fuelling the pain, it was constantly on my mind. I read the first message and instantly burst into tears.

 

New message from Isabella Cooper

 

Hi, we made you a fan page because we love Harry so much more than you do. Here's the link: www.facebook.com/Hazzas-girlfriend-an-ugly-cheap-whore

 

I was sitting alone behind a tree, tears falling onto my phone screen as Carol walked past with Niall. She whispered something to Niall as soon as she saw me and ran towards the tree I was behind,

"Hally?!? What's wrong?"

She sat down beside and pulled my head to her chest,

"Your going out with Niall again?"

I whispered through sobs,

"Yeah, I gave him a chance as it was a mistake, and I asked you first, what's wrong?"

I couldn't speak, only Harry knew but I knew she would question Harry until he spilled. I still wouldn't speak, I held out my phone and Carol snatched it from my grip. Her eyes widened in shock,

"Who said this?!?"

"I don't know."

I cried, burying my head into her neck,

"Oh Hals! That's dreadful, your not any of those things, we have full rights to report them, and you need to block everyone who's sent all those discusting messages to you!"

That was the responsible Carol I always loved but I couldn't stop crying,

"But Carol, it won't stop. Don't you see? I've only had a few hundred messages, think of all the other people who are still to find out about this? The rumours are spreading like wildfire, it's unstoppable."

"I'm getting Harry, maybe your lover could beat some sense into you."

I practically dropped into my legs, sobbing with tears. I opened up my satchel I was carrying for the walk and pulled out the penknife my father had given me when I joined the scouts, I was always the creepy kid, had been a tomboy but fell into the trends when I reached 14. I flicked it open and stared at the sharp knife in front of me. It was the only way, the only way to stop the pain without hurting anybody else. I had too. I put my wrist against the knife, already feeling the cold metal and sliced.

 

 

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