Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
*One Direction Story* Please read! :) xxx


14. Forgive Me?

I woke up the next morning, my leg still throbbing with pain. I tried to stand up, but I failed. The pain was excruciating, but I had to deal with it for school today. I limped over to my closet and put on my favourite short sleeve jean jacket, with my white skirt that flowed in the wind. I completed the outfit with a light brown belt just above the skirt. I touched up my light brown curls and my makeup and put on a fake smile on my face. Almost perfect.

 I hobbled down the stairs, slid my navy blue toms on and went out to try and walk to school. I limped my way down the street, I noticed a car slow down to a stop right by me. I turned around to see Ivy. She smirked at me, and flung her red slush all over me. Chills shot straight through my body, as I wiped the red gush off of my face. I tried to hold in the tears, but I just couldn't. I continued my way down the street, when I saw a familiar guy sitting on a park bench. He had curly brown hair and bright green eyes. It was Harry Styles. I tried to quickly go the other way but It was no use. He instantly rushed to my side when he saw me limping down the street.

 "Amelia? What happened? You are covered slush?" He asked, wiping the red juice off of my face.

 "I'm fine." I muttered, trying to get away.

 "Why are you limping?" He questioned, pulling me over to the park bench.

 "Stop! I am going to be late for school! Let me go! Just stop it!" I cried, before I burst into a fountain of tears.

 "What happened? Please tell me." He whined, like a little baby.

 "Why should you care?" I snapped, still trying to get up, causing in him to pull me back down.

 "Who said I don't care? I never stop thinking about you! Every night I think about you, whether you are okay or not! You are all I think about, Amelia!" He yelled, pushing a loose strand of my hair to the side.

 "If you really cared about me, then you wouldn't have almost told the girl that hates me the most that I was going to kill myself! You know how much more I would have been insulted! You almost made things so much worse! In fact, you have made everything worse ever since you saved me!" I screamed at him, wiping the lone tear that escaped from my crystal blue eyes.

 "I am so sorry, Amelia. I really didn't mean to. I was just trying to stick up for you..I really didn't mean to! The day I saved you, was the best day of my life, for now I have you to be here with me." I says, pulling me closer to him.

 "I'm sorry..." I whisper to him.

 "No, I'm sorry. You had every right to be mad. I was stupid." He replied.

 "No, you were just trying to help.." I responded to him, cuddling up to him on the park bench.

 "So, you forgive me?" He smiled, resting his head on my forehead.

 "....No." I tease him.

 We laugh, and sit on the park bench there, hand in hand. Together.

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