Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.


7. Blonde quiff

Why does school have to be so god damn boring? Jenny harassing me doesn't really make things better. I don't care, but somewhere deep down she hurts me, she scales my confidence a little bit by every word she says. But I won't let her bring me down. Today work is back, yay. I stood at McDonald's and thaught about last time I stood there wiping the floor. When Louis came to my rescue. Wiping the floor really was depressing, wiping, picking up fries, wiping, picking up salad, wiping. Then all over again. "Hey." I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I turned around quickly and in my haste I dropped the mop. I tried to grab it but the other person got it before me. I looked up into a pair of blue eyes. "Here." He handed me the mop. "Thank you." He smiled a wonderful smile. "Want to get something to eat?" He said. "Louis, I'm at work." I said seriously. "So?" He grinned cheekily. Excitment filled my body and I smiled. "But Louis I already got loads of shit for leaving yesterday." "Alayna, may I ask you something?" I nodded. "Is this your lifelong dream, to work at McDonald's? Come on, what did you dream about when you were younger?" I thaught about it, and came to a conclusion, that was totally insane. "Well, actually I've always wanted to be a singer." He smiled. "But I sing so terrible, it's not an option." "Aw come on, I bet you sing great. Show me! Sing something!" "Louis, no!" He gave me the most amazing puppy eyes. "Not here!" I looked around me, I couldn't let my boss see me not working. "Then let's go somewhere else!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. "Louis I can't just leave work." He stopped and sighed loudly. "Make an excuse!" I looked around nervously. "Fine." He smiled widely and let my hand go.

My excuse was so shit, but somehow, it worked. Louis had dragged me with him to a Nando's resturant. We stepped in and got a seat. I spotted a blonde quiff at a table. I was just about to fangirl when I realised Louis f-ing Tomlinson was sitting infront of me. I think he realised though, he turned around and spotted him. "Hey Niall!" He shouted, a bit too loud. Two girls on a table beside us looked at Niall and Louis. Of course they started to fangirl. Niall looked at the two girls and stood up. He walked over to us and left his food, then went over to the girls. They just stared at him. "Hey girls." He said in his wonderful irish accent. The girls looked like they were going to faint. "Uhm... hi." They both giggled. "Are you girls directioners?" One of the girls held her wrist up, I noticed she had a 1D bracelet on her. "Can we have a photo?" One of them said as they blushed. "Of course! Louis?" He turned back at us. Louis jumped up from his chair and walked over to them. "Alayna? Take our picture?" I took the girls phones and took a photo of them all. One of the girls turned to Louis. "Can we take a goofy picture?" "Yup!" Louis suddently lifted the girl up and held her bridal style. Niall picked the other girl up the same way. They all did a really goofy face. I giggled as I took a picture of them. They put them down. "Thank you." The girls said and hugged them, then sat down again, not letting the boys leave their sight. We all went back to the table. "Niall, this is Alayna, Alayna this is Niall." He reached his hand out. "It's very nice to meet you."

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