It Hurts To Know.

It hurts to know that you'll never remember something I'll never forget.

Alexandria has never been more excited for anything. Finally after going through so much struggles and pain, she can FINALLY meet her idols. This was the one night she could get away. Away from all the hatred and pain at home. Away from all the abuse and hurt. But what she and her best friend Chloe thought was going to be an average concert- turned into the best night of their lives. What happens after Chloe leaves? Is Chloe really a TRUE friend? Who will Alex chose? And more importantly... who is hurting them? Will someone finally tell her she's worth it, that she's beautiful... and will somebody finally care for her?


1. Same Old Mornings.

We never notice the beauty because we are too busy trying to make it.








   I slammed my hand on the alarm for what felt like the tenth time today. As I looked at it flashed 12:00. For some reason I had so much energy inside me, but yet I was so tired at the same time. It took all my strength to lift my chest off the bed. I felt a throbbing on my thigh- and the memories of last night flashed back. I felt goosebumps arise on my arms as I thought about it. The kicks- punches- and all the screams. I struggled pushing myself off the bed, crying to keep the weight of my body on the right side. I looked towards my One Direction posters as I stood up. I felt like I was forgetting something...was it- my eyes wandered towards the ticket on my bedside. I suddenly forgot all about the pain as I jumped up. I squealed, but was careful to not be loud. The One Direction concert! I didn't want to wake up my- dad. Yeah, thats the monster thats related to me. I closed my eyes and thought about my life. You know how they say labels don't work unless you wear them?  Well thats not true. I never asked to be called 'the freak' or 'the girl who watched her mom get murdered'. Yeah, thats right. My mom got murdered- right in front of me. And it wasn't just a thief, or a criminal- it was my dad. I opened my eyes as a tear slid down my cheek. I got up and walked to the mirror, disgusted by what I saw. I’m pretty tall for my age- I’m 5’71/2 at 17. I wasn’t exactly- skinny. You could say I was actually overweight. My arms and legs were covered with bruises- but none of them were as worse as the one by my thigh. It was large and a deep, purple colour. I looked up at my messy hair, and my deep brown eyes. I heard a vibration by my bed, and I quietly ran towards my phone.


"Why hello Alexandria Brookes." I giggled. I loved it when he used his last name on mine; it made my heart melt.

“God I love your laugh.” I started blushing. “So whatcha doing?”

“Oh nothing, just getting ready for the One Direction concert.” He scoffed.

“That MEGA GAY boy band?” I rolled my eyes- starting to get irritated. “Hey, I got a joke for you.”

“What?” I snapped.

“Which direction do five gay guys walk?”

“Well, why don’t you grab four of your friends and we’ll see?” I started getting pissed off at Aaron. “Stop, Aaron.”

“Okay.” He replied quietly. I heard a ring on my phone. I looked at the called ID; Chloe!

“Well babe, I gotta go. Chloe’s on the other line.”

"Okay. I'll-" I heard a girl's voice in the background asking Aaron who he was talking to.

"Aaron? Who the hell is that?" Not again... I..I.

"Nobodyloveyoubye." he quickly said. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I called Chloe back. She picked up.

"Hello?" I sniffed.

"Alex? Are you okay? What did your dad do again? Wait- was it Aaron?" Her voice got quiet. "After last time.... again?" she whispered.


"YOU'RE NOT WORTH ANYTHING! YOUR A PIECE OF FAT, UGLY GARBAGE! F*** you Alex, we're over. And do you know what? I'm happy I.."

-back to present tense-

I sniffed again. "It's okay Chloe." I replied, trying to be quiet.

"Babe? I'm coming over right now- I don't-" I could hear the concern in his voice.

"Chloe, you know you can't come right now. My dad- Robert might wake up. A-and you know what happens when he does." I whispered.

     Chloe was the only person that I could trust with this- with anything. But I don't understand, I don't understand how a girl like me ended up being best friends with a girl like her. She's so beautiful, skinny, pretty. If she weren’t my friend, she would probably be the most popular girl in our school. I don't get it. She has straight, long, blond hair with green eyes. She's tan from all those vacations, and skinny from so many sports.

   And then there's me. Fat. Overweight. Ugly- not worth anything, anyone. I have chocolate coloured, long, curly hair; with brown eyes. So special- right? I may be tanned, but its natura-


 "Yeah. I'm just wondering how a girl like me ended up with such a great best friend like you.”

I heard her sigh. "Alex, I love you. You're the greatest best friend, no- sister- I could ask for." My eyes teared up again, but this time with tears of joy. I looked over at my clock. It kept flashing 12:30PM.

"Okay Chloe, well I'm going to go get ready."

"YOU'RE NOT READY? My maid's already on my hair!" Oh- did I mention she's rich too? She paid for everything I'm going to wear today.

"Okay boo, I'm gonna go get ready. Take care. MWAH!" I sent a fake kissy.

"Bye boo."




I walked over to my closet as I hung up my phone. I couldn’t believe I had a best friend like that. Caring. Kind. Loving. I smiled. Even though Aaron had just broken my heart- again. I felt happy. Nothing could ruin my day- just thinking about One Direction made my heart skip a beat. And then I thought about Niall- those blue eyes. The way my heart melts when he smiles. How his laugh can light up the room- even from a computer.

I smiled and took my outfit off the hooks. I knew exactly what I was going to wear. Chloe had bought me my outfit. It was a red and blue, crop-top shirt that had said ‘Hello, my name is Mrs. Horan.’, and a white skirt. It wasn’t any regular skirt- it looked like a tutu AND was glow in the dark. I took out a pair of red toms me and Chloe had carefully designed the other day- full of things about One Direction.


Chloe had the same outfit as me, except her shirt said, ‘Mrs. STYLES.’ She was obsessed with Harry. Like… scary obsessed. I had put on my clothes and looked at the mirror. I sighed. What was the point of buying VIP tickets? It wasn’t like they were going to notice me. What’s so special about me? 

I could be skinny, I could try. But there is no reason. No reason to become skinny. No motivation. When I first started dating Aaron, I had started losing weight. I started caring about what I looked, how I dressed. But now… now it’s different. He doesn’t care- not enough, at least. But then I thought about Chloe. There was PLENTY of reason for her to buy VIP tickets. She was skinny, but not anorexic skinny. She had straight, long, blonde hair and green eyes. AND, if she wasn’t my best friend- she could probably be the most popular girl in school.


I mentally slapped myself. Its okay- I should be thankful for the fact that I’m even going to be listening to them LIVE.


I walked over to my closet again and dug deep to find what I wanted. Body crayon; I went into my batchroom and sat on the counter. I started writing the funniest things on my arm; including: POTATOE! CARROTTS! SUPERMANN! ANTI SPPOONNS! DON’T TOUCH MY MIRROR! NOOOOO JIMMY PROTESTED!!! And many more.


I smiled to myself, again. The memories that we directioners have- I wouldn’t trade it for the world.


I picked out my makeup bag and took some things out. I was going for a natural look. I was probably going to dance a lot- so I decided on putting on light makeup. After I had perfected my makeup- I decided what to do with my hair. Up, down, straight, or stay the same? I decided on letting my hair stay the same; ya know, a girl needs to do a lot of funky head banging at a concert. I rapidly blinked as I put my contacts in. I had recently bought them with my leftover money, so I wasn’t used to them yet.


‘HONK HONK!’ Oh my gosh, the LIMO! I quickly stuffed my glasses and phone into my bag, and rushed out of the door. I could see Chloe’s faint silhouette out of the window. I opened the door and sat down.


“HEY GURLLLLL!” she yelled.




“So, are you ready for the night of your life?” her voice had turned down to normal volume.


“HELL YEAH! I can’t believe we get to go to their concert!” I said squealing.


“OHMYNANDOS CAN YOU BELIEVE..” All I could hear was Chloe rambling on and on. I kept thinking of Niall. Tonight- finally I could see him. In the beginning, Liam was a person favorite of mine- but Niall. I just can’t stop thinking about him. His eyes, personality; the whole package. Just by watching interview, he made my heart melt. Whatever. I looked and smiled. She was rambling on and on. She tends to do that when she was nervous- so I kept thinking.

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