Newsagent Girl (One Direction FanFiction)

*FINISHED* Avery Blue is just a normal 18 year old. She has a average job. Newsagent Girl. Lives on her own. Goes to school. But this average 18 year old is hiding a big secret. No one knows. No one ever will. What if a certain worldwide known boyband named... One Direction come along? Will the truth behind her last name be revealed? Zayn. He's now head over heels for Avery but she just rejects. What is the reason behind this? Find out 'coz the book is better than the blurb...

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16. Why?

 

Avery's POV.

I know, for me, it's going to be so hard to say the story. There's not a single chance that the tears won't fall. No matter how many times I tell this story, which has been two times, it has the same affect.

"Harry, no one is going to stop me. I'm gonna tell you everything." I croaked out. He nodded and put a 'I'll be here no mater what' face on. I'm happy I can trust him. He seems like the only one that understands me. I took a deep breath.

Here we go...

"When I was born... my mother didn't want me. She tried to elope from the hospital, away from me, but it didn't quite work. Louis was two. She ended up keeping me... until I was twelve. I had never gotten the praises and good things Louis got.

I even did well in everything to impress my family. It didn't work. It was always 'Louis this..' and 'Louis that..' I got sick of it. I had no anger on Lou at all. Most people would've hated their older brother if that happened. But no. I loved him with all my heart. 

My twelfth birthday was no good either. Not even a cake. I only got bitter 'Happy Birthdays' from my family. Apart from Louis. He took me to the park were he surprised me with a party. All my friends were there. Which wasn't that many. And he also got a cake. 

It hurt to think that, that night I wasn't going to see Louis' face in the morning. He wasn't going to give me a warm, morning cuddle. He wasn't going to tell me 'It was going to be okay' when I got bullied. He wasn't going to sneak into my rook and sing to me because I couldn't sleep. Because that very night, I said my last 'thank you' to Louis.

I gave him my last hug. After that. I ran away. Eloped. Just a bit of money and a few pairs of clothes. I lived on the streets for 3 days," By now the tears were falling. Already. It hurt so much.

"Ave-" I cut him off. He had to know. I can't go on like this. No more bottling up.

"After three days, a lady found me. She took me to the police. I was shaking so badly, I couldn't speak." I laughed, bitterly.

"They decided to put me into foster care. I had foster parents who would never be home. They'd usually be out drinking and partying. I stayed with these guys until I was 16. I had my first ever boyfriend. Derrick Barrow. I told you that story.

After I broke up with him, I thought I had enough to run away again. And right I was. See, at that time, I used to work at Starbucks. I had saved up for two years. A few days after me and Derrick broke up, I caught a bus to London when my foster parents weren't at home.

I found this apartment. My first job was 'Newsagent Girl' and it still is. I jazzed this place up. And I guess fate wanted me and Louis to stay bonded like when we were younger so he brought you guys here. That's the story you've probably been begging to hear." My sobs became hysterical.

Why can't I keep myself in control?

Why had God made my life miserable?!

The 'Whys' ran through my head. My eye sight blurred as more tears formed in my eyes. This is what I hate most. My past. 'Forget the past and move on'? How the fuck am I meant to do that when it comes tumbling down on me?

How am I meant to do that if I've had a horrible past?

"Avery..." Harry whispered. That's how the always were. Silent. I don't want anyone's pity. I always kept this to my self. If I was a attention seeking bitch, the whole world would've known the horrendous thing I call my past... slash... story. 

"Avery, I'm so-" Harry began. As I said, I don't want pity. And I'm not gonna get it.

"NO! I don't want your pity! If I had wanted it, I would've told you earlier!" I cried. His expression change into a wash of guilt. I felt bad. Bad for not telling him. Bad for telling him all at once. Bad for yelling at him when nothing was his fault.

I should have never of been born.

The word would have been better if I wasn't born.

And I'm sure it would've been.

"Sorry..." Harry mumbled. I looked closer at his face. Noticing there were wet tear marks on his cheeks, I turned away. I don't want to feel guilty.

Weird huh?

The things you don't want to happen, happen.

I looked up to see four people. Also with tear stains.

See what I've done?! I've caused the five people, who I now count as my only family in the whole world, cry. I'm such a mess. Nothing's right when I'm here. Maybe I should leave. No. That'll cause more tears and heart break.

"You never told me..." Louis whispered,

"You never told me..." He repeated, a normal tone. His voice gradually became louder as he repeated it.

"YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME AVERY!!!" He yelled, turning to run.

 

Louis' POV.

I bolted for the door. What else can I do? I just heard the most heart breaking thing that has ever happened to a person. And the person who had suffered from it was my sister.

"Louis!" Avery's voice yelled after me. I heard her footsteps behind me but carried on until my car. I thumped my fist against the top of the car and got in.

For the first time in my life I hated her. I hated my sister. She never told me the whole story. I was 14 when she ran away. Because she ran away, I thought I should too. But I didn't. I wish I did.

I pulled up at a cliff and sat down. Not right at the edge, but not to far away. I just thought about everything.

One Direction... Avery... Mum... My childhood.... Just Everything.

Did Avery not trust me?

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I COULDN'T HIDE IT FROM YOU PINEAPPLES! SO... NO ONE SAW THAT COMING DID YOU?!

Just wanna say a big thank you to my readers, commenters... Pineapples... I'm also happy to say that I haven't got a hate comment yet! Not that I'm asking for one. I'm happy that I haven't got one.

It means so much when pineapples say they love my story.

It took me agggeesss to write this. I hope you enjoyed it!

Just a question....

What is the one thing that you love about me?

Comment your answer!

I doubt you like anything. Just a bit more about my self... Avery's personality is sorta my personality :) LOVE YOU ALL.

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