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.


6. I can't hear you

Louis's P.O.V

Myself and Harry had been out for the day, shopping. Now we came home, I parked my car on the driveway and headed to the door. On the doorstep was a pile of...clothes. My clothes. "Oh shit." I said to myself. I jogged to the door and saw a note on the pile.



I would like to thank you once again. Thank you for standing up for me at McDonald's. Thank you for inviting me to your home. Thank you for letting me use your shower and borrow your clothes. Thank you for everything. I came by, like I said I would, to drop your clothes of. But nobody answered the door, so I'm leaving you with this note instead. It was really nice meeting you. I wish you all the luck in the future.

Thank you.


Crap, I had missed her. There was something about her, I wanted to get to know her. Plus she was really beautiful. I couldn't just let a girl like that go.

Alayna's P.O.V

Home. Again. Honestly I would rather be at work than be at this shithole. I opened the door, not even caring if I woke Lyra up. Lyra is my aunts name, if you didn't figure that out. I ran up the stairs, trying to make as much sound as possible and then ran into my room and locked the door behind me. I put Take Me Home in the stereo on full volume. Rock Me came on, I just stood there on the floor dancing like a crazy person. I heard loud bangs on my door. "KEEP IT DOWN!" Lyra shouted. "SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE AWESOMENESS!" I shouted back and smiled as I jumped up and down to the music.

How had the weekend gone by so fast, but yet so slow? It was monday, already. Back to school. Back to classes. Back to Jenny Philips. I walked through the corridors, with my head down as usual. But something blocked me. "Where's lover boy now huh?" I heard Jenny's shrill voice infront of me. "Get out of my way." I hissed. "Ooooohh, some one's got an attitude." "Jenny, get the hell. out. of. my. way." I pushed her away and walked away. "You suck!" I heard. Like I would care what she thinks. 


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