The Girl Wearing Vans.

Ok, I wrote this story for my best friend and I wanted to publish it here to see how you guys liked it!! Hope you do :)

Kitty has loved one direction since the x-factor 2010. But, when she goes and sees them live and meets them backstage, tragedy occurs. As Harry and kitty become closer, do they both begin to fall- or are they too worried that the past will come back to haunt them?


22. chapter 22


I reread the text over and over. Thinking about what it meant. ‘I want to sleep forever’ That made a horrifying thought come to my head.


He was going to kill himself.



I woke to the faint morning sun peeking through the window. I fluttered my eyes and stretched forward, slipping off my bed and falling to the floor. I groaned and stood, wrapping my quilt around my pajama-covered body. Then yesterday all came flooding back. Harry, the text. I had to do something. And quickly.


I walked through the hall and into the kitchen, the cold tiles beneath my feet creating a shiver through out my body. I ran quickly then, trying to avoid the cold as much as possible, like a child trying to escape the imaginary lava. A few seconds later, I felt my feet transport from the cold tiles to the soft, plush carpet in the living room. I sighed, warmth finally engulfing me. I fell back into the sofa, being captured in its comfortable depths, not wanting to have to move again. I grabbed the remote from beside me and turned the tv on, flicking through the channels. I abruptly stopped on a news channel as I saw Harry’s face take up the whole screen.

“Harry Styles is thought to be leaving One Direction, the biggest boyband in the world, after a personal crisis. He was seen walking over many bridges last night, at around midnight.”


I gasped. This was all my fault. I was ruining the biggest boyband in the world, and Harry was going to commit suicide. What do I do?


Molly’s P.O.V


I walked home after a long day working at starbucks. My shift had just ended and I was only a few blocks away from the apartment now. I quickened my pace as I saw a few gangs hanging around enclosed corners, but slowed to see the merchandise in some of the shops. A short time later, I had arrived in front of the door to my apartment. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, jingling them around, excited that me and Kitty were having  a girls night out!


As I walked into the flat, I was greeted by silence, but I guessed that kitty was in the bathroom or something. But when I walked into the living room I was unprepared for the sight I saw. Kitty was huddled up into a ball on the floor, balling her eyes out. She kept yelling, “I’m so sorry!” and “Harry! Harry! I love you!” I was really surprised I hadn’t heard it before. I slowly approached her, as she looked up at me with her red, splotched face. “I miss him Molly, he’s going to kill himself all because of me..” she whispered and her voice cracked. “Its ok Kitty, How bout’ we go out? That will make you feel better?” I questioned lightly as I sat down beside her and she nodded. “Ok, lets go get ready then!”



A few hours later, we were both out in a small restaurant in town. It was cute little Italian place, cream walls, checked floor. We had both ordered a pizza, pepperoni topping, to share. We talked for a while about different things, but I could tell her mind was off by it’s self. Something was obviously worrying her.


Kitty’s P.O.V


“Are you ok?” Molly asked, mouth full of pizza. I wasn’t going to explain to her the whole story, and to be honest, I didn’t want her to know. I know I had mentioned it to her earlier, but I think she must have forgot. “I’m fine.” I said back, as the restaurants bell rung, signaling there was another customer.  And it was the boys. Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn, no Harry. I was kind of disappointed, but did they know where he was?


They spotted us immediately, walking over and greeting us. I grew tense and uncomfortable, I hadn’t really talked to the boys in a few weeks and I was still worried about it. I needed to find out where Harry was. But I wasn’t going to ask them, it would seem like I was really clingy and needed to know where my ex was at all times.

I finished my ice cold glass of coke as quickly as possible and excused myself from the table.


I walked out of the restaurant with out a single worry from the others. I cringed as I felt the bitter air against my skin and wished I had brought a jacket, or a torch for that matter. It was so dark outside, but my neon pink vans created a eerie glow around my path. I looked up as I heard the loud crunch of gravel beneath my feet change to a sort of echo, I was on a bridge.


Then, I screamed. 

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