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


12. I Hate Him

 He pulled me into a hug, and I just sat there, embracing him in my arms. I started to tear up a bit, remembering what happened this evening. He pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes.

 "Why are you crying?" He asked, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

 "They saw us." I reply bluntly.


 "They saw us Harry! They saw us in the meadow! They saw everything! You, me!" I screamed at him, sobbing on his plaid button up shirt.

 "Shh, it's okay! It will all be fine." He said quietly, stroking my hair.

 "No it wont! They will never leave me alone! They will keep pushing and pushing at me until I am eaten alive by their insults! They will kill me inside and out, which they have all already done! That's why I wanted to die! Why couldn't you have just left me alone, Harry? Why!" I yelled at him, more sobs coming out of my mouth.

 "Stop. Look at me. You are a beautiful, talented and smart girl. Don't let any of them get to you. You promise me that you will keep on fighting. I will never leave your side. I can promise you that." He tells me sternly, me looking at him with fear in my eyes.

 "I-I promise." I softly tell him, leaning my head on his chest.

 He softly sings in my ear, until he abruptly stops. I hear a high pitched scream, and I jumped up to my feet. There, stood none other than Ivy Rose. 

 "I cannot believe this! Harry Styles, from One Direction, here with the ugly tramp! What a sight! Harry, you could do so much better than her!" Ivy snickered, causing me to sink to the floor, scooting myself towards the corner.

 "Excuse me?" Harry scowls, taking a small step towards Ivy.

 "You are here, with the ugliest girl in school! May I also add, that this is the 'Girls bathroom'! You shouldn't even be in here." She scoffed, making Harry ball his hands into tight fists.

 "I'm only in here, because I am comforting her. You and your bitchy attitude drove her to this state!" Harry yelled, causing Ivy to smirk a little.

 "Aw, babe, don't get all worked up now. She is fine, you don't need to comfort the whore. She is all fine by herself. Now, she does have her father, but we all have our theories on him." Ivy laughed.

 "Don't you ever call me babe! And does she look fine? Do you really want her to hurt herself! Do you know what you have driven her to? She almo-" 

 I didn't want to hear this. Why would he be telling her this? This is my business, and he almost just told it to the girl that hates me the most? Why would he do that! I got up off the floor, and ran out. I heard footsteps running after me, but I ignored them. I just kept running out of the school and behind the trees. I heard him calling my name, but I stayed silent. My phone started to buzz, and I took it out to see who it was. It was of course, Harry Styles. I pressed ignore. I officially hate him. I hate Harry Styles.

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