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?



Liam's P.O.V

When Zayn says that Emily tried to kill herself, I zone out. "She what!?! I gotta go!" I yell and slip my jacket on. I decide to run there; what i fshe was dead by the time I got there? It's pouring rain; I ignore it. I run as fast as I can to her flat, despite it's two miles away. I reach there in five minutes, was it soon enough. I quickly knock on her door, I hope she'll answer!

She anwsers, her tear-stained face getting redder. "Emily!" I shout, pulling her into a hug. She pulls back awkwardly after a moment. I wonder why, then remember what I did to her. "Oh my god, Em, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! The boys love you as if you were a sister! I have proof, Harry punched me. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Emily! I was drunk, I'd never do that knowing your-well, some of your past. And I like you Emily! I love you!" I ramble nervously. "I LOVE EMILY JONES!" I shout.

"Y-you do?" Emily whispers. "Yes, I do. A load. And I know you might be mad when I do this but.." "What is it Liam?" She asks eagerly. "This" I say, pressing my lips agaist hers. I can tell she's shocked but after a moment, she wraps her hands around my neck. The time came for breath and she looks up at me; she's so cute and tiny; only about five foot four.

"I love you too Liam." she whispers. I chuckle and pick her up by her waist, walking into her flat. "Liam! Put me down!" I put her on her couch and stick my bottom lip out, pouting. She giggles as I sit next to her. I stare at her, taking in her beauty. She is beautiful; how can nobody see that? She notices me staring and curls up in a little ball, hiding her face. "You're insecure. Don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door-or-or." I sing, pausing to pick up her guitar and strum the cords to the song. She peeks her head out, slowly. "Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you-ou. Baby you light up my world like nody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell; you don't know-ow-ow, you don't know you're beautiful. Oh, oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful."

I finish up and she says, "That was so cheesy, it was adorable." I chuckle and we cuddle up. "Erm, so Em, where are your parents?" She has tears building up in her eyes, and I wish I didn't ask.

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