That One Cheerleader

You'd think that someone who has had a crazy past would sometime in their life become normal again? We'll just have to see about that, especially when Autumn meets a new Irish boy, only to later on make her meet the boy of her dreams. What'll happen if Niall likes the girl? Who gets her? I guess you'll just have to read to find out what happens in Autumn's love life, and maybe even discover the sad, terrible past of hers as well!

Will there be a way to make Autumn feel complete again?

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24. Chapter 24

Autumn's POV

 

"Yay. Great, yeah, Nationals here we come!" I stated blankly, to be clear that I was being 100% sarcastic. I knew that Niall was here for me, watching in the huge stands. Yeah, I'm really starting to love Niall. He is always there for me, whenever Harry isn't. I began walking down the corridors of the hallways, to find the section 21B, where Niall was located. He said he may bring a friend, but I highly doubt that, because nobody would ever come to see me, would they? As I made my way there, I began thinking what it would be like with Harry here, supporting me. I am kinda his girlfriend. It's almost as if he's lost interest. He hasn't even tried to hang out with me, leaving me questioning him every time he even looks at me. I'm so confused and hurt because I knew Niall liked me from the start. I really hate myself because it's clear to me now that Harry wanted me for himself, knowing his best mate has a crush on me. Well, HAD a crush on me. He probably couldn't give a shit about me and Harry. It's not like I'm a prize. It's been a few weeks, even Christmas is coming up, and I've barely hung out or even texted Harry. Whenever I thought about it, I would want to cry. I knew I might start crying out in public, so I texted Niall:

 

'Hey Nialler, I'm gonna use the toilets, meet me at the car?? xx'

I shot the text quickly, and glared around me, I'm clearly not in the mood. I walked back down the hall to the end bathrooms-- they're the ones nobody uses. I opened the creaking door and sat on the floor. I brought my legs up to my chest, burying my face in between. I hated crying, but yet, I was so immune to it. It was always so easy for me to cry. I hate it. It's addicting. Crying is like my smoking, it's so addicting, but it can lead to terrible depression and even kill me! Not like anybody would care though. I mean right? It's December 2nd, very cold and snowy out. I decided that since I would always wear long sleeved, nobody would ever notice my next reaction. I shot up from the floor, putting my pom poms and bag on the floor, and I searched for something sharp. Since this bathroom is quite old, I knew I could find some glass from the mirror. I was desperate, I needed to do this. Isn't this what everybody does when they're like me? I'm clearly uncurable. I found a shard of glass, and smiled an evil smile. I sat back down, pulling up my sleeves. I stabbed in, gasping as I saw the first drop of the blood. It began trickling down my arm. I have a new rule. Every time I cry, a new cut I will form on myself. It was only fair since I'm such an atrocious person. Suddenly my phone rang. Oh shit! Niall! I quickly, unorganized, I cleaned up, and ran out of the two-stalled crappy bathroom. I yanked my phone out and answered without looking at the ID. I breathlessly gasped, 

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me. Where are you?" It wasn't Niall. Harry. I knew that voice anywhere.

"Harry?" I questioned, not sure what the right thing to say was.

"Yes love, Niall needs you at the car now. See ya!" He hung up. Ughhhh. I just wanted to bang my head against the wall and never leave! Why can't I have a normal life?!?!? I sprinted to the car with my belongings. I had noticed Niall had a friend. Hmph. As I got closer, I found out exactly why Harry called me. He was with Niall.

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