Fighting For Love

One Direction fanfic. 17 year old Adriana was kicked out from her house by her parents for getting into trouble. Her parents got her an apartment to help her in Chicago, since then she has been living with her best friend, Danni. When Adriana went out for a run, she had no idea what was going to happen and how much 5 boys could change her entire life, but would it be for the best or for the worst? (Trust me the story's better)


63. No sleep

Adriana's POV   2 Days Later (still in time with last chapter)    I was laying my head on Max's shoulder, he had his arm around me. We were watching a movie, The Vow. I was already in tears.  "Are you crying?" I shook my head at Max, "No... Of course not.." I sniffled, I watched as the woman yelled at the man and made him leave. I cried, it was just so much. "Don't cry..." Max chuckled softly and lifted my head and wiped my eyes.  "Okay, this movie..." Max chuckled, "It's just a movie babe."  "No! This actually happened!"  We argued back and forth and ended up laughing.  "Next time lets chose a movie that's not going to make you cry." I laughed and agreed.  I yawned and looked at my phone.    From: Tony 'Are you still mad?' Sent at 10:36 PM   To: Tony 'Guess not... You're still an asshole but I love you. :/ haha, come over tomorrow, I miss your ugly face :P' Sent at 10:37 PM   I sent it and closed my eyes, "I'm tired.. I'm going to sleep."  I got up sleepily and walked towards my bedroom. After I slipped into my shorts and tank top, I tried sleeping.  I hadn't slept since they left.  It's been two days and I just can't force myself to forget everything for awhile and rest. It was always in my mind. I wanted to change to be the person I was before, the girl that had too many friends, the girl who had Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis... The girl that lived with her best friend, Danni... I just couldn't force myself! I was selfish, I acted ridiculous... I thought and thought it led to my father, it always did. I didn't know who or what I was when my dad died in front of me. Harry was right next to me, and in that moment seeing how lifeless my dad's hand went.  I wasn't Adriana anymore, I was this selfish, in compassionate, worthless person. Everything I had learned from my dad, it was like it vanished... It was strange but true.  Who was I now?  I've become the girl who can't handle anything that just breaks down all the time, that was never me.    "Babe. I'm heading to my parents, I'll see you tomorrow." I looked at him and nodded, he smiled at me and left.  I was already in my bed, under my covers with the lights off,  hoping sleep would take me for the night.        It's 3 AM, no sleep. I've been laying in my bed for 5 hours about, looking at the ceiling, thinking.  I picked up my phone and started looking through Twitter.  I smiled lightly reading funny tweets from everyone.  'I can't sleep, thinking too much of what I've done. I'm ashamed'  I tweeted it and kept reading more tweets... I found myself looking through twitter until 5 AM.   'Why can't I just sleep?!' I was tweeting pointless things. I went through my mentions and saw people asking what happened and rude comments.  I didn't bother reading them, I've heard and seen them all before.  'ily okay? I don't know what's going on but I hope ur alright(:'  I smiled reading it and I responded to her, following also. 'Thank you sweetheart'    I put my phone down, I waited for sleep, my eyes were dragging.  It was morning now, I heard the birds chirping the sun blaring through my curtains. "What a great night..." I told myself and rubbed my eyes.      THIS WAS A CHAPTER JUST TO SHOW HOW ADRIANA IS.  & I apologize, I promised I'd update yesterday & I didn't ! I feel terrible. I'm sorry a million times, I've just been on writers block. I do want to let you know that I know how this whole story is going to be. I have the rest all in my head, all I need to do is type it! I'm excited. Thank you for sticking around, love ya ! -Bella


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