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.


16. Butterflies

I made my way out of the club. The drunk teenagers was just objects that were in my way. Without making a single sound I walked along the pavements, but where was I gonna go? To Louis' house? To my house? I practically lived over at Louis' place. I was never in my house anymore. The feeling of death over there was to high for me to handle. Just the thaught of my parents alsmost brang me to tears. I had no idea where I was gonna go. My phone was at Louis', figured I didn't need it at the club anyway. I had no one to call anyway. Louis was obviously pissed. Raven was probably hooking up with Harry. Liam, Niall, Zayn and the girls weren't even in London. I wondered alond the streets, in the middle of the night. My thaughts wondered away. How couldn't I have seen what Louis was doing? I mean, I'd thaught about it once, but it was just too good to believe. Too good to be true. Did I like him? In that way? Of course I did, I'd had since 2010. He'd always been my favorite. Not that I like to keep favorites, but there was something about him that got to me. Maybe it was his crazyness, maybe it was how he was obsessed over a stuffed pigeon. It was something about him. Deep down I knew that I actually was.... in love with him. I hadn't realised until now. He was special, he was kind and caring. He supported me in bad times. Like when... my aunt 'happened'. He didn't leave my side, not for a second when I was down, depressed, bawling my eyes out. He'd always been there to comfort me. But now he hated me, he hated me for not seeing what he was trying to tell me. Hated me for beeing so blind. I realised what I had to do, he would push me away, but I didn't care, I couldn't let him go.


I ran as fast as I could, he couldn't have been home yet, I had went in the direction of his home, even though I didn't realise. Something had dragged me in the direction. I ran and ran, I searched my surroundings for his brown head. I didn't care about my stomach aching, I didn't care if I tripped, wich I did, several times. Finally, one block away from his, I spotted him. You could see he was angry just by the way he walked. When I reached him I grabbed his arm to turn him around. He had red, puffy eyes and wet cheeks. "What do you want? I have already told you how I felt. You don't need to hara-" I interrupted him by pressing my lips on his. I felt his tear on my cheek as he grabbed my face in his hands. I smiled against his lips. I felt like I was stuck in that moment for ages. Eventually he pulled away, put his forehead on mine and smiled. "So you finally came to your senses?" He said. "Yeah as I was wondering along the streets of London I realised that I actually am in love with you." "Sounds good." He kissed my lips gently one more time. He took my hand in his and intertwined his fingers with mine. We walked together to the house. "Are you tired?" He whispered in my ear as we both stepped through the door. I smiled. "No, not really." "Good." He said. Suddently he picked me up bridal style and carried me towards the tv. He sat me down on the couch. He quickly pecked my lips before he turned around and bent down infront of the big screen. He opened a DVD case and put the movie into the player. The menu popped up on the screen and I almost laughed as I saw it was Pitch Perfect. My favorite movie. "You know me all too well." I said. He sat down beside me, grabbed my waist and took me into his arms as he layed down on the couch. I smiled as the movie began. I always had a soft spot for Jesse, didn't know why. "You know Jesse's actually kinda hot." I said. He rubbed his thumb on the back of my palm. "You think so?" He said. "Yeah." His grip around my waist tightened a bit. "But not as hot as me though right?" He said and smiled. I laughed and turned my head around so I faced him, my face only inches away from his. "No." I said. He kissed my lips and my stomach turned into butterflies. We didn't end up watching alot of the movie that night.

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