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


32. Hopeless

My eyes were tired. Purple circles grew under them from the long nights of not being able to sleep. Harry is there to keep me warm and safe, but I just cannot sleep at night. Knowing what is going to happen to me at school, knowing that somehow they will find out everything that is happening to me, and make me feel worse than I already do. 

 The hallways seemed louder today, screams and echoes shooting through my ears like darts. The noise was filling up my brain, making tears stream down my face. I don't know what is happening to me. The laughter, the humiliation grew faster, louder, until it made me want to scream as loud as I could. People were pointing at me, shouting obscene things that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. How do they know about us? Why are they torturing me? Things just got suddenly worse, and it yet again, is all the fault of the curly haired boy who I so as much admired. Why did I have to fall in love?

 "Amelia, want to suck on the face of this celebrity?" One girl shouts, shoving a poster of a random guy in my face.

 I ignored her, as I sped through the halls, people just following my every move.

 "Why are you so stupid Amelia? Obviously he doesn't love you! Why would a guy so hot love such an ugly girl like you!" Another girl yells in my ear, causing tears to spill from my crystal blue eyes.

I finally found my way into the library. I sat myself in my usual corner, and just cried. I cried until my eyes had no more tears that they could produce. Why do people hate me? What have I ever done to them? Oh yeah, that's right. I fell in love with a pop star, a famous man, a teen sensation! Why did I have to do it? Why couldn't I of just not have talked to the guy who saved my life not only once, but twice? Why did my broken heart chose someone who could shatter it even more? Why? I rubbed my eyes with my small clammy hands, as I looked up to a concerned boy.

 "Are you okay? I heard what people were saying to you.." Mason said, sitting down next to me in the beanbag chair.

 "I hope so." I replied, a ever so present frown plastered on my face.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, looking me right in the eyes.

 "No, it's okay, really." I tell him softly.

 "Now I have a little sister, and I would know that this right here, is not okay." He tells me, causing me to smile lightly. "Now please, let's just talk about it. It is best to get your feelings off of your chest."

 "People hate me..." I mutter, looking down at my small feet.

 "Do you know why?" He asks, placing his hand on top of mine, causing me to smile a little.

 "Because I guess they just always have. They always have thought I am ugly, or not as good as them. But ever since Harry came into the picture..."

 "Harry Styles? From One Direction?" He said, his eyes kind of wide.

 "Yes...I have fallen for him...he has done things for me, that no other person has ever done before. He cares about me more than you could ever believe. I love him, and people don't like that. More and more people have now started hating me..All because of the stupid curly haired boy!" I shout at him, the librarian giving me a stern look.
"Sorry..." I whisper to her.

"Does he love you?" He questions, pulling his hand off the top of mine, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

 "I don't know, he says he does, but I just can't believe it....No guy has ever loved me before, and it's just weird to experience someone who actually does love me..." I whisper, a lone tear escaping from my eye.

 "Your parents love you.." He replies, my face slowly freezing in it's place.

 " mum is dead..." I tell him quietly, putting my head in the palm of my hands.

 "I'm so sorry....what about your father?"

 A wave of fear washes over me. My bottom lip starts to quiver, as my hands start to shake.

 "I..I-I have to go." I quickly say, getting up from my spot, him grabbing my wrist.

 "Are you okay?" he asks, concern filling his entire face.

 "Yeah, um, I just..." I stutter, then running out of the room, before he could chase after me.

 Tears fall freely down my rosy cheeks, as I keep running until I reach the parking lot. I slid down the side of the wall, sobs escaping my mouth. I feel so stupid. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to trust him, but I just couldn't. It felt like the walls were closing in, and I couldn't say a word. My life is such a nightmare. 

I always feel so lonely, scared. I feel so hopeless.

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