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.


9. Get off!

I looked down at the garden, it was full with people. I didn't recognize anyone. People were drinking, dancing, making out. It was my birthday party and I didn't know anyone. Instead of beeing down there with the others I were up in the room I had changed in, wich apparently was Louis's room. I sat by the window, watching the party from above. I wouldn't drink, I was able to drink legally, but I never really understood the thing about alcohol. Plus I was afraid I'd end up like aunt Lyra. Ew. "Why are you up here?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around and saw a boy who was leaning against the doorframe. I'd never seen him before. Other girls would probably see him as hot and sexy, but I was only disgusted with him. I could smell the alcohol all the way from the window. "Uhm, I'm not really a party girl." He raised an eyebrow.  "Well that's fine." He closed the door and walked over the room, towards me. He had an ugly grin in his face. He lowered his head to my level and whispered in my ear; "Up here nobody will disturb us." He placed a hand on my shoulder, throwing my hair back. He kissed my neck gently. I had never been so grossed out in my life. I jerked him of me. "Stay away from me." I backed a bit, he followed my move. "Come on, you know you want to." He said. A shiver went through my body. "You don't know anything about me." I hissed. I started moving against the door, but he stopped me. He grabbed my hair back and exposed my neck. He kissed me again, on the same spot. "Get of me!" I got out of his grip again, I felt a few hairs beeing pulled of as I moved away. Before I could run he grabbed me and put his arms around my body, I was trapped. "Get the hell of!"I squeeled and tried to get of by kicking him in the balls. Of course I missed. I hit his knee instead. Somehow we both fell, and he was on top of me. Pushing me down with all of his weight. He moved his face towards mine. I pulled my head away, I didn't want him touching me. He grabbed my chin in a firm grip and turned my face against his. With force he pressed his lips against mine. I pulled my lips together. "Come on baby, kiss me." He whispered against my lips. He moved down to my neck again. "LOUIS!" I shouted as loud as I could as I tried to push the boy of me. He held his hand hard over my mouth. I tried to scream, but in vain, I could berely make a sound. He worked his way down my chin, down the the edge of the dress Harry had given me earlier today. He grabbed it, and ripped it open. I gasped and worked with all of my muscles trying toget him of me, but he was too heavy. I suddently heard loud bang, the door had flung open. I looked at an angry Louis. He had come, come to save me. His face all red with rage. They boy who was kissing his way down my body simply whispered against my skin. "Go away, we're busy." He continued his kissing, but not for long. Louis grabbed his collar and flung him of me. I was free, I was free. Louis punched the guy in the face, I heard a cracking sound, the blood streamed out of the guys nostrils. He punched him again, and again. Louis finally walked of him and walked over to me. The tears were burning in my eyes. He took me in a  The boys face was bloody, I could see a black eye starting. He embraced me in a tight hug. I cryed into his chest, my tears making his shirt wet. He stroked my head and kissed my scalp gently. "It's ok, I'm here now." He whispered. I hugged him tightly, I never wanted to let him go. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Let's end the party."

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