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?

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Liam's P.O.V

"Cause nobody has ever cared about me.." Those words stung. Why wouldn't anybody care about her? She said something about her friend James; at least I hop he's just a friend. After our little conversation, Emily fell asleep in my arms. I pick her up bridal style, and carry her to my car. She as incredibly tiny, I've no idea how people thought she was fat. I set her down in the passenger seat, and drive off towards her house, a smile plastered on my face.

*An Hour and A Half Later*

I arrive to Emily's flat, and carry her up to it, along with her bag. The door's locked, crap. I search around for a spare key; I would be invading her privacy by looking in her purse/bag. If I was a spare key, where would I be? Oh, duhh. Under the 'Welcome' mat. Sur enough, one's under there. I unlock the door with it, and step inside with her. I carry her to her room, laying her down softly on the bed, pulling the duvet over her.

I look around her room in the dim light. I see posters cramming the wall, you can barely tell the paint's blue. It's filled with mostly band posters, and a few family pictures I guess. The posters consist of Paramore, My Chemical Romance, Ed Sheeran, and NeverShoutNever!, one I've never heard of. One single poster catches my eye. It's of the boys and I. I chuckle and pick up a black sharpie. I write 'Liam was here. :) x' hoping Emily'll notice it. I write a note also, putting it on her beside table.

I write:

'Hey Em, it's Liam.

You fell asleep on the beach, so I carried you home. Let's hang out tommorow, you did win the contest ;) I'm a cheeky lad aren't I?

Sweet dreams Emily,

                                       Liam x'

I drive home to my flat, locking her door first though and replacing the key. As I go to sleep, I dream of Emily and her heart-melting smile.

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