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?


2. "Give it to me"

"Woah, what's wrong?" he asks as he sits next to me. "Them! They all hate me! I've been abused mentally and physically! I don't want it anymore!" I say turning my face away. "They call me names. Ginger, fatty, flamehead. Tell me I'm worthless. I'm ugly trash. Sometimes, I just believe them!" He pauses, thinking.

"Stop that. You're beautiful, if no one has noticed. You're not fat, it's curves. Anyone normal person can tell that." He turns my chin to look him in the eyes. "It's okay." he whispers, pulling me into a hug. We sit there for a few minutes before I say pulling away, "Erm... we haven't officially met yet. I'm Emily Jones." "Liam Payne" he says with a smile. "You won the contest to meet me and the boys.." "Wow! That's great. When do I get to meet them also?"

"Right about now." He says smiling. He stands up and tries to help me up, but I quickly pull my wrist away from him, he hurt the cut.

"Emily, what's-?" He sees the cut and pauses. "Give it to me." he says sternly. "What?" "Give me the knife. I know you cut yourself." I freeze, he knows. He grabs my backback from my reach, I still can't move. Liam finds it, and puts it in his back pocket. "Why?" he asks, looking as if he was about to burst out in tears.

"Nobody cares anyways. If I died the only person who'd care is James. Nobody-" he cuts me off. "Don't say that! Plenty of people care about you, I'm now one of them!" I start to leave, but he stops me, blocking the doorway. "Don't believe them" he whispers. He kisses my cheek, and we walk outside the door, I wasn't ready for what happened after that.

Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, and Louis Tomlinson were right there, in the flesh, before me.

"Erm...... This is Harry Niall Louis and Zayn. Meet Emma everybody." He says pointing to them as he says their names.

They mutter their 'hello's and 'hi's. I'm so happy that they are here, but they don't seem too happy. Zayn speaks up. "I say that kid push you into the locker. Are you okay?" He sounds bitter. Did I do something or......?

"I'm fine, it happens a lot." I say, but they all look at me funny, Liam's look is at least out of concern. This was probably the most awkward moment of my life.

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