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?


6. Liam..

My face felt hot, and it was probably as red as a beet. "Why would you do that Emily?" Niall asks. "I-I just- I'm tortured, ok?! Being bullied throughout your whole life and being in and out of orphanages isn't easy! Having no mum or dad or siblings is even harder! I only have myself!" I shout. They all stare at me, I can take it anymore.

I get up and run out of the restraunt. I run as long as I can, and as far. After about half an hour, I can't breathe. I call James to see if he can pick me up, no answer. Ughh. I get a taxi and get a ride to my house, the man looks at me funny for sobbing, but I don't care.It's about two o'clock, and I sit down on my bed and just sob. Soon enough, my phone goes off. No caller I.D. Hmm. Wonder who it is.

I accept the call with a trembling "H-hello?" "Emily! Where are you? We're so worried." It was Liam. "I'm fine, I'm sorry for acting up, I was just so upset..." I ramble. "It's fine. Where are you?" "I'm fine Liam." "Where. Are. You?" "I don't want to talk to anyone; I'm not telling you!" I say sternly.

"Please Em? It'll only be Zayn and I." Liam pleads. "No, I'll see you guys tommorow." "Fine, but you'll have to tell me your address tomorrow, we're all going to the beach; we'll pick you up around eleven, okay babe?" I cringed, I wish he didn't call me babe, it makes me happy. I don't want to be happy. I'm never happy.

"Ok. I live at at the London Ampartments Flat 524. Ok?" "Okay. But we really do need to talk, sometime." I sigh heavily. "Maybe." I hang up and take a shower. I dress back into my same ugly attire and go shopping. First I search some places for a bikini, since mine is ugly, faded, and tattered.

I find the perfect one, it's white with black polka-dots. Simple, but effective. I also get a crop top with a union-jack flag on it, and some cute black ripped up jean shorts. After that little trip to the mall, I decide I need to shop for groceries. I get the regular things, along with some cat food for my kitten, Oliver. He's the only pet I've ever had, and he's sweet too, he's only about five moths old. When I get back, it's already six.

I put up the groceries and put Oliver's food out for him. He ingnores it and jumps onto my lap as I sit on the couch. I didn't mean to, but I guessed I dozed off, because when I woke up, it was 10:45 a.m. Crap! I run to my room, changing into the bikini with the shirt and shorts over it. I slip on my flip-flops and brush my teeth; no time for breakfast.

I start to sing, I love to sing. I didn't tell the boys though, I wasn't really that good. As I comb through my straight red hair, I start to sing Happy by NeverShoutNever!.

"You make me happy whether you know it or not
We should be happy that's what I said from the start
I am so happy knowing you are the one
That I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
You're all of my days

You're lookin' so cool you're lookin' so fly
I can't deny that when I'm staring
You down right dead in the eye
I wanna try to be the person you want
The person you need
It's hard to conceive
That somebody like you could be with
Someone like me

I'm happy knowing that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other side
The more I think the more I wish
That we could lay here for hours and just reminisce
Ooh ooh."

I stop when I hear a sneeze. I slowly walk into the livingroom. Liam was standing there, his hands stuffed in his swimming shorts pockets'. "Liam, how long ahve you been here?" I say, a smile creeping upon my face.

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