Kiss and Tell

Emily just thought she was going to your average One Direction concert.
Emily just thought wrong.

Emily's 18, and when she and her best friend Jenny turn up to a 1D concert to find it's cancelled, they aren't pleased. All too fast, they're sharing a hotel with the boys, and Jenny's changed. Drastically. They discover parites, clubs, drugs and fame. Jenny's going off the rails, hitting headlines for the wrong reasons, though she's not the only one making mistakes. Emily gets pregnant, oblivious to who the father is. Let's just remember not all stories have a happy ending, and where there's love, there's drugs, and where there's drugs, there's guns..

122Likes
156Comments
6841Views
AA

10. The Train

 

F.M.L.

My life is nothing but bullshit. I throw my head in my hands, crying the tears that burn my cheeks. I tentatively wipe away my tears and press my back against the bathroom door, my fingers reaching for the lock. I slide it across and stare at my reflection, slightly distorted in the hotel mirror. I grab a pair of nail scissors at the back of the cabinet, and get ready to slash my wrists. I lift the cold metal scissors ready, but then I collapse into a ball of tears. I can't. I can't do it. I throw the scissors against the tile walls, and scream so loud it pains my lungs.

"Jenny McGuire is a bloody bitch!" I cry, beating the door with my tight fists. "Jenny McGuire is a BLOODY BLOODY BITCH!"

I picture Niall, snogging the face off of Jenny, and her laughing like a two-faced bitch, which she entirely is. I fumble back for the scissors and stab them into the wooden door, and they ping off, clinking against the porcelain sink.

I scream.

"Life is shit! Life is god damned shit!!"

There's a knock at the door, which interrupts a raging silence.

"Emily?" The voice is gentle, almost a whisper but not quite.

"Jenny, get the f*** out of here."

"Emily, please let me in."

"I can't trust myself, I'll probably kill you, bitch."

"It's about Niall, isn't it? You know, don't you?"

"Yes, I bloody know, Jen. So you can get your pretty little arse out of here, bitch. Or, you know what?! I will. I'm leaving."

****

I throw my flimsy clothes into the trunk, creases scarring even my best of clothes, but I don't care. I slam the trunk shut, and wheel it to the door. Jenny's standing, jaw-dropped by her bed.

"Goodbye Jennifer McGuire."

She opens her mouth to speak, but I'm out the door before the words slip from her slutty little lips.

I storm down the corridor, the trunk wheeling behind me. A hand catches my wrist, and I try and pull away.

"Get off!"
I look up. It's Harry.

"Emily, what are you doing?" He whispers. I feel tears prick my eyes, but I daren't let them spill.

"I'm leaving Harry. I'm never coming back to see you and your self-obsessed arrogant little faggots again."

Harry gawps.

"Emily...." He pulls me into a tight hug. "You can't leave."

My body shakes as I sob silently into his hoodie.

"I have to. Sorry."

I pull away and run out the hotel doors, not once looking back.

*****

The train rolls into the station, it's wheels scream as it comes to a hault. A man slumps against the open doors.

"All aboard please!"

The next thing I know, I'm watching One Direction and Manchester roll away, replaced with the countryside as I chug away home.

 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...