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.


12. Deep down I knew

I rushed to the door, outside stood a breathless Louis. "Hey... what's up?" He said. I couldn't hold back anymore, I hugged him tightly and cried into his warm embrace. "Shh... Alayna, it's alright." He stoked my head gently, after a while he pulled away. "What's going on?" He said and looked concerned. "It's.... It's Lyra." "What about her?" I sobbed. "She... she's dead." "What?" He stepped inside and quickly took his shoes of.  I walked into the living room and he followed me. I stopped and pointed at the couch. I didn't dare to look at her again. Louis walked over to the couch, and gasped. He walked back to me and hugged me tightly. I sobbed, he rubbed my back. "It's all my fault. I took away the alcohol, her cigarettes, I didn't give her money. And for that she killed herself. It all my fault." I cried. "Alayna it's not your fault, it was a choice she made herself." "But if I hadn't cut her of she would still be alive." I cried. "Hush Alayna, I promise you it's not your fault. I'm so sorry." He layed his head on mine and rubbed my back gently. "I'm sorry."

The paramedics took the body away, they didn't need an investigation, it was pretty clear what had happened. I couldn't help but to think that somehow my life would be easier. I wouldn't have to stand with a drunk in my house. I mentally slapped myself. She was, after all, my aunt. Deep down I knew she was a good person. I could live by my own, legally. But it would be so lonely, it's not like I ever liked her, but she was always home. I wasn't sure if I could stand beeing all alone in the house. Louis and I were sitting on the bed in my room. He had his hand around my shoulder, comforting me. My head was on his shoulder. I just stared into the wall infront of me. "Louis?" I said. "Yeah love?" "Can you come and live here with me or a few days? I don't want to be alone." I kissed my head gently. "Of course." I placed my arms around waist and closed my eyes.

The bright light that streamed through the window woke me up. I yawned and slowly opened my eyes. Suddently I remembered what had happened yesterday. I almost started to cry again, but it seemed like my tears were out. Louis wasn't in the bed. Where was he? I needed him now more than ever. "Louis?" I said sleepily. No response. I was still in my jeans, I guess I slept in them. I took them of and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. Before I could put them on the door opened. "Oh sorry!" Louis quickly closed the door. It had happened, again. But this time I wasn't compleatly naked though, and it was Louis who saw me, not Harry. But still, I was wearing white panties with bears on them. Just that was embarrasing. I pulled my sweatpants on. "Done?" He said from the other side of the door."Yeah, you can come in now." He opened the door and went inside. "Nice underwear." I blushed and looked down at the floor. "I made you some breakfast." I smiled and followed him.

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