Why do you hate me, What've I done?

Emily is a pretty normal sixteen year-old, she has short, red hair resembled to Hayley Williams', blue eyes, nice cheekbones. Other than she's an orphan; both her parents dead and she cuts. Emily just happens to fancy One Direction. She wins a contest to meet them, and she thinks it'll be like fanfictions and stories, they'll love her and become the best of friends and live happily ever after! No. But when the boys don't like her, how will she take it?


3. Emily

Liam's P.O.V

We had just picked one random girl to spend a week with us, she looked like a nice girl according to her Twitter profile, and she was beautiful also. I can't wait to meet her! But the guys, well, not so much.

"She's not as pretty as I hoped she'd be." Harry sighs looking down at his phone. "She looks depressed!" Louis says. "Guys, be nice to her! She's a fan, and we love all of our fans, right?" I say.

We were on our way to her school, I hope we wouldn't be late. "So you loved the girl that asked to lick your face?" Niall sniggers. Fame has now gotten to the boys' heads. They used to be so happy, fun, carefree. Now all they care about is money and girls.

"Well, I didn't excatcly like what she asked to do, but a fan is a fan." Zayn speaks up, "She looks nice. What's her name? Emily is it?" Ah, Zayn. Fame hasn't entirely gotten to his head at least; nor has it gotten to mine.

"Yeah, I can't wait to meet her." I say with a smile. The boys roll their eyes with some mutters of "mhmm".

We ride in silence on the way there. Once we arrive, we agree to split up to find her, our manager Paul lost her scheldule. I've probably been searching the empty hallways for about ten minutes looking for a classroom when I hear a soft sobbing. It sound's like it's coming from the custodians' closet.

I step in saying, "Erm.... Hello? Is somebody in here?" I switch the light on to see a girl crying in the corner of the closet. I close the door behind me, and sit next to her; I suddenly notice that it's Emily, the girl we've been looking for.

"Woah, what's wrong?" I say, filled with concern. What she says next suprises me so much.

"Them! They all hate me! I've been abused mentally and physically! I don't want it anymore!" Emily says turning away. "They call me names. Ginger, fatty, flamehead. Tell me I'm worthless. I'm ugly trash. Sometimes, I just believe them!"

My jaw drops so much, I'm suprised it doesn't touch the ground. I'm gobsmacked. Why would anyone do that to her? Or anybody for that matter!

"Stop that. You're beautiful, if no one has noticed. You're not fat, it's curves. Anyone normal person can tell that." I turn her chin so she'll look me in the eyes. "It's okay." I whisper, pulling her into a bear-hug. Emily and I sit there for a bit when she pulls away.

"Erm... we haven't officially met yet. I'm Emily Jones." she says confidently. "Liam Payne" I say with a  cheeky smile. "You won the contest to meet me and the boys.." I say a bit awkwardly.

 "Wow! That's great. When do I get to meet them also?" Emily sounds happy, I hope she feels better. "Right about now." I say smiling widely, I probably look like a goof. I stand up and try to help her up, but as I touch her wrist, she pulls away quickly.

"Emily, what's-?" I stop myself as I see her left wrist. It's been cut, not like a little cut, like she did it herself. I look all along her arms and wrists, cuts are everywhere.

The cut drips one drop of blood, I start talking again.

"Give it to me." I say, I'm so upset with her! "What?" she says as if she doesn't know what I'm talking about. "Give me the knife. I know you cut yourself." She stops, realizing that I know. I sigh and grab her book bag, searching the contents of it for her knife. When I find it I put it in the back pocket of my jeans. "Why?" I ask, really hurt she'd do that to herself.

"Nobody cares anyways." Emily says.  "If I died the only person who'd care is James. Nobody-"  "Don't say that!" I interuppt her. "Plenty of people care about you, I'm now one of them!" She tries to leave, but I won't let her so I block the doorway. "Don't believe them" I  whisper softly. I kiss her cheek, hoping she doesn't feel awkward, though I didn't know how awkward it would be soon enough.

We walk outside, to find the boys standing around near the door; they must've known we went in there. Well this is awkward.

"Erm...... This is Harry Niall Louis and Zayn. Meet Emily everybody." I say introducing them to her. They mutter some stuff, I can't really tell but Harry mumbles something along the lines of 'not as pretty..' and I give him a cold stare.

Zayn breaks the silence. "I saw that kid push you into the locker. Are you okay?" He sounds as if he wanted to punch somebody. "I'm fine, it happens a lot." They nod and stare at her funny, but Emily knows I'm looking at her out of concern. This should be an interesting fan.

Zayn's P.O.V

After about five minutes of walking, searching for the winning fan, Emily, I saw her being slammed into a locker I was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses so I wouldn't be reconized, so I pushed my way through the crowd, but they fought back. I took my glasses of as she stood up, I noticed the tears in her eyes as she look straight into mine, just before running off.

Wow. After a couple minutes the rest of the boys except Liam were outside of a door. "'Vas Happenin'"? I say, trying to lighten the mood. "Liam's in here, apperantly the girl is in there too, she was crying." Harry says coldly. I don't know what their issues are, we're meeting a fan, I've always loved to meet them; fame probably just got to their heads. I hope that's it.




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