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?


17. I hope all Dreams don't come true..

"Uhm, they er, passed away; a terrible car acciedent.I was maybe a month old. I had no family members who wanted me. So I've been put in multiple orphanages since then.." That shattered my heart. "When I was about ten, I was starting to get bullied about it. I have since then." She sniffs, and a single tears rolls down her face.

I wipe the tear away and kiss her forehead. More tears roll down and she lies her head in my lap, sobbing silently. "Shh, baby. it's okay. It'll never happen again, not while I'm alive." I whisper. I softly stroke her hair and she sniffs. "Go to sleep Em." I whisper to her. She closers her eyes, drifting off in a deep sleep.

I close my eyes and lazily drift off with her.

Emily's P.O.V

Where am I? I look around and see I'm in a brightly lit white room, but I see no source of it, not a lamp nor the sun. Suddenly, I see writing on the wall, but nobody is writing it. It's in black, and I squint to read it. It reads: "@Emilyy<3 Why does Liam love you? You're so ugly!" Many more appear. I relize that they are mentions about me on Twitter I had read earlier.

"You're fat." "He deserves somebody better. Like me!" "What's up with her hair? Looks like somebody stuck it in fire." "She cuts! Liam can't trust her." "She rejected Liam. Who does that?!" "He doesn't love her; he can't he's too perfect; she's too slutty." Liam appears and says, "I don't love you. I'm just sorry for you. Poor little ugly orphan. I won't stay long"

I awake with a start, tears streaming down my face. I sit up, still in Liam's arms; and cuddle closer, my tears leaving stains on his white T-shirt. He wakes up also and says, "Are you okay Emily?" I look up into his eyes, and wonder the same thing as my dreams. How and why does Liam love me? Does he even love me?

"Emily, what's wrong? Are you alright?" He sounds worried and upset. I shake my head 'no' and mumble "Horrible. Dream. You. Hate." "What did I hate?" Liam says worriedly. "Me!" I say. He looks outraged as my tears fall on his shoulder. He holds me tighter, and looks into my eyes. "You think I'd ever hate you?" He looks hurt. I slowly nod, and he kisses my nose. "Impossible." He whispers into my ear.

He starts to sing softly, lulling me to sleep slowly.

"We'll do it all
On our own

We don't need
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads"

I drift off in his arms, happy as ever; a smile plastered on my face as I sleep.

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