Happy Valentine's Day! Maybe?

Happiness....or heatbreak? love or friendship? The story with a note so happy ending, no a realistic one. (for the contest! Enjoy!) Well...all good things must come to an end.

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1. My story

I was walking towards him. We were rolling skating and he fell trying to get off the rink. He was truly terrible at this. I helped him up and he got his shoes on. We got some snacks and left. It has been 3 months, it'll be 4 on Feburary 14(2 days away), since we started going out. Harry and I were in a nice and healthy relationship.

I walked into the house and was greeted by the rest of the boys. Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn all said hello. Zayn picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. I bumped my head on the cabinet and it was bleeding. Harry walked in and yelled at Zayn.

"ZAYN, what the heck!"

"It was an accident, calm down," Zayn defended himself. Harry backed down and Zayn took care of me. He gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. I ran upstairs knowing what was coming, a talk with Harry about flirting and whatever. He came in and closed the door.

"We've talked about flirting haven't we Niki? I didn't want to have this fight again," he said.

"You don't own me, and me and Zayn are just friends. Friends, nothing more, nothing less," I defended myself.

"You're right i don't own you, but i have already expressed my opinion on you and Zayn hugging and him kissing you," He looked directly into my eyes.

I wasn't going to back down this time, NO. "I don't care, it's just a friend hug. Like when you hug Angel when she comes to visit(Angel is my best friend)," I sassed him.

"Niki, don't be that way, it isn't the same," he pleaded. I was feed up.

"If you are so jealous of me and Zayn hugging maybe i should go kiss him," I hissed. I don't know how the words came out but Harry was shocked and i was too. Things just got intense.

"Go ahead see what happens!" He yelled.

I marched right down the stairs and kissed Zayn right on the lips. When i pulled away he was blushing. Harry came right up to me and said, "If you don't stop right now, we are over." I kissed Zayn again. I knew i shouldn't have but i did. Harry then turned to me and smacked me right across the face and stormed off crying. Everyone's face was shocked, and i mean everyone. Their eyes were wide and mouths were in a "o." I ran out crying and sat in the cold, hard snow.

I slept in the spare bedroom in the back of the house. I didn't want to be with them.

*Next day*

Today the boys had an interview. They were the middle when i saw something interesting. They showed a picture of me crying outside and Harry crying looking out the window at me. Oh..No.

We went home not making a deal out of it. I checked my twitter. All i could read was 'you made Harry cry, you asshole,' 'go die in a fucking hole,' 'you don't deserve Harry, you are an Emo little girl who cuts herself at night cause she misses her mommy.' The list went on and on. But, that one girl was right, i did cut. But, it isn't because of that reason. I got out my knife and sliced my wrist. I decided to read more. 'Nirry, please that name sounds like vomit, im happy you too broke up,' 'you little bitch you have no right to make Harry cry,' 'whore,' 'slut,' and the one that hurt the most, 'you dont deserve him at all. You are a no good bitch. You made our little baby cry. You deserve to die. You deserve to die along with all his other girlfriends. All you are is fake. You are stupid, anorexic, emo, ugly, fat, and anything in the dictionary that means anything bad. You dont deserve to live. Neither does you little friend Niall. Give him the message for me will ya? goodbye bitch.'

I felt the warm tears roll down my cheeks. Ouch, she got me, and she got me good. And what was up with the Niall part? What the heck?

I decided to go for a little walk. Everywhere i went fans yelled at me. One girl threw a rock and it hit my on the face, another girl threw a hammer, and this one crazy chick fired a nail gun at me. Like woah there, come on now.

These girls were totally cheering me up...not! I got home and all the boys were MIA. So, i just went to bed.

I woke up in the morning with a note next to my bed. It was from Liam. Harry was in a car accident and they are at the hospital. It isn't looking so good.

I rushed to the hospital and the doctor said that he died. I couldn't take it, I rushed home and thought. No he can't be, my last words to him can't be a fight no no no. I wrote a note saying the truth. That i liked Harry and I'm sorry we couldn't be together. But, that i really liked Zayn, matter of fact i loved him. And that i wish them all good lives and a Happy Valentines Day, the day where single people sit all alone and depressed and feel bad about themselves. Well goodbye  boys, i'll miss you. Love you all. Your laughs, your love, and your friendship. You'll always be in my heart. I signed the card and put it on the coffee table. I thought about how i was going to do this. I didn't really know how to so i grabbed my knife sat down on the couch, closed my eyes, and stabbed myself right in the chest. I pulled it out and dropped it. I didn't open my eyes because i didn't want to freak them out. I felt the blood soak through my shirt and then it all went blank.

And that is how i died, and how my last Valentines Day went. Little did i know that the doctor that told me Harry died, was actually a fan, trying to get rid of me. Well little girl...it worked.

 

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