Summer just couldn't get any better

On the last day of school before the summer holidays, Bethany meets her favourite boy group ever... She enjoys the full day with them, but will people believe her or will they bully her for "lying"... Will she see them again? Or will they forget her forever?!


11. Back for you

*Beth's P.O.V*

Buzz Buzz

I look up at my alarm clock. 

5:30 a.m.

Who the hell could be texting me at this time? I picked up my phone and squinted my eyes at the bright light coming from it. Niall had text me with a simple "Ring me."

Ring ring ring ring ring ring

I kept attempting to ring him, but it just kept going back to answer phone.

"Would love if you answered your phone sometimes soon, sweetie xx"

"dont u call me sweetie"

"Why? What's wrong?xx"

"U r an absolute slag, u no tht?"

"Woaw, woaw, woaw. Niall? What is wrong?!"

"meet me at the diner in 10 mins"

"it wont be open"


"then why go there?"

"we need 2 talk."

"fine. see you in 10 mins then."

I stand up from my bed and rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then I ran to the wardrobe and chose out a pair of light washed out coloured skinny ripped jeans, and a black long sleeved hollister top. Slipping on my converse, and throwing my hair into a pony tail, I forget about putting any makeup on, and rush out the house, picking my car keys up as I go. I get in the car and not even five minutes later I am at the diner, waiting for Niall to show up.

It's been ten minutes since he told me to be here, where is he?I thought, as I waited and waited for him.


"Where are you, asshole?"



If he calls me a slag once when we are talking to today I am going to hit him.

Within a couple of minutes of her getting the uncalled for text message, Niall drives into the parking space next and rolls down his window. I slide over to my passenger side and roll down that window.

"You, you little slag."

"Oh my god, what the hell is wrong?!"

"YOU! You are what is wrong! You cannot keep your hands off anyone can you. You just got to have a boyfriend all of the time. So you can use them, and then throw them away like a broken toy. How much of a player can you get? The only thing is though, when a girl tries to be a player she turns out to be a slag, just like you." Niall spat at me.

"You are bang out of order there Niall. I am not a player. You are my first boyfriend. I have never been with anyone else, because nobody has really realised I was there. I've always been the quiet one, that was only recognised by her voice when she got onto stage to sing. Whoever has been telling you the load of crap about me being a slag and a player is lying to you. But, you don't care, because you won't believe me. So I'm going to make this easy for you, even if it is really hard for me to do. Don't ever talk to me again, Niall. Delete my number. Unfollow me on twitter. Unfollow me on instagram. Unfriend me on facebook. I want nothing more to do with someone who would believe rumours about me."

And with that, I drove off back home. Tears springing in my eyes over what had just happened. I could not believe he would even believe someone who would say something like that. He knows I am not like that. 

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