Last First Kiss

Her life’s miserable. She doesn’t wanna live anymore. She just wants to get out of this hell. Tried to suicide but failed each and every time. Katie Henderson, living in England, goes to a school where she’s known as a douche bad, pig, fatty, bitch, and other unpleasant words which after hearing you guys might wanna be deaf. Being hated in school since the very first day. Expecting to be understood at home but still, no luck. Her mother died of cancer and her father did suicide by the loss of the love of his life. Living at her uncle’s house who never really appreciated her or her family. The family politics you must know. Uncle Mark always got home drunk as he had no family and every time when he arrived she knew what he was going to do. Climbing up the stairs to her room and beating her up. She would do anything to leave this place but it’s not that easy. She finds a person in school whom she could finally call a ‘friend’. His name’s Harry. Harry Styles. She starts getting close to h


9. Hatred.

(Harry’s P.O.V)

Bradford. I gotta admit I was kind of excited and looking forward to the concert. I don’t know why but something told me that tomorrow was gonna be awesome. I lay down on my bed but for some reason I couldn’t sleep. I put my hand under my pillow and felt something there. When I pulled it out and looked at it my eyes started to get watery. It was the necklace Katie had given me after the day I proposed her. It had ‘Katie’ carved on it. I wanted to throw it out but I thought of doing it tomorrow as I was too sleepy.

*The Next Day*

We heard screams and shouts of girls everywhere. I got up way early than the others so I was the one who woke them up.

“Why are YOU in such a hurry? We always have concerts like these, Harry?” Louis asked, as we arrived backstage.

“I don’t know man. I just feel like looking forward to it” Harry giggled a little at the end.

“Ok guys! We’re here!” Paul said as he got ready to get everyone out. “3-2-1-GO!” he shouted as everyone got out and ran towards the building with a huge population of fangirls running, screaming, and shouting after us. We finally made it inside the building backstage.

“Woooh!” Liam gasped as we reached to our room. “We got some HUGE directioners there mate” I laughed.

“Yup!” Niall said, he was happy.

“I’m gonna go and have my hair set” Zayn said as he went towards his dressing table.

“Yeah it’s probably gonna take World War III to come when you’ll end doing your hair, right?” Niall said, sarcastically.

“Yeah same with your food, Nialler” Zayn winked at him. Niall rolled his eyes and looked at me.

“What up Hazza? You’ve been excited about this the most? Any special plans of meeting anyone SPECIAL?” Niall gave him a naughty look.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.…Ha, you’re so funny.” I stayed straight faced.

*half an hour later*

“Boys, are you ready?” our makeup artist came inside and asked us. We nodded. “Okay then, hit the stage” she gave us a thumbs up. We smiled.

The moment all of us got out to the stage, the crowd went wild and everyone started hooting too loud that I thought my ear drums were gonna burst any moment. Right when I stood in the middle, I recognized this girl with long dark brown curly hair. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her and I filled with anger. It was Katie. The way she looked at me, I could tell she hated me too.


(Katie’s P.O.V)

Things couldn’t have gone worse. I came to a One Direction concert with my friend, she got us the FRONT ROW tickets, we could be one of the girls who would be called on the stage if that happens in this concert! PLUS the secret she was keeping from me yesterday, the SURPRISE she had to give me was………she got us backstage passes to meet the band and spend a day with them……PERSONALLY!! I hate the fact that Beth and her parents are so rich that she can actually buy a backstage pass to meet One Direction PLUS get to spend ONE WHOLE DAY WITH THEM! URGH?!?!?! I hate life right now! This was the worst birthday ever. The whole time they were singing, Harry kept staring at me. Oh how badly I wanted to pluck those eyes out and smack him in the face! I hated him! No matter what! He tore me apart! I actually thought that he could be the one! I was sobbing a little throughout the concert and when it finally ended and I just wanted to get the hell out of here, Beth caught the hold of my hand and stopped me.

“Oh no you’re not!” she snapped at me and dragged me backstage. All of the girls showed the guards their passes and they were let in.

“I don’t have one!” I smiled brightly at the guards, they gave me a confused look and then Beth came rushing towards me, she showed them my pass and said “Get in here girl!!”

“Urgh!? Beth! I came with you to the concert! Isn’t that enough?!” I groaned like a kid while stomping my foot on the floor.

“No! It’s your birthday and I wanna do something to make it special!” she said, I could tell I was hurting her a bit as it was my birthday and she was doing it to make me happy. Plus none of my friends knew about Harry and me since I didn’t tell anyone because I wanted to move on with life. I just nodded and hugged her.

“I’m sorry babe” I sniffed a bit.

“Are you crying?? Awww come on! Just look at how beautiful you look today! Maybe one of the boys might fall for you” she winked at me. I just stayed straight faced at this ‘compliment’. Now I realized I was actually looking kind of pretty. I was wearing the white shirt which Harry gave me. The one which had ‘Music makes me go OOOOO-ooooo’ written on it with black skinny jeans and white converse . How’d I wear that? See for yourself.


“But Beth! I don’t WANNA wear it! It’s the WORST of my collection! I don’t know why I even kept it with me for so long!” I shouted as Beth forced me inside the bathroom and gave me that shirt which Harry gave me.

“Now since you kept it and didn’t throw it away……WEAR IT!” she shouted back.

“But Beth-” I stopped arguing because as I already told you, it was impossible to win from Beth Johnson.

***Flashback Over***

“Thanks” I said after a while.

Their manager with some other crew members lead us to their room and said “You girls ready?” while smiling at us.

“Yeeesss!” the girls squealed.

“And what about you, birthday girl?” they asked me. How did they know I was the birthday girl? Must be the girls who told them Ugh! I was hating them right now.

“Uhh, yeah I’m ready” I said, though I wasn’t. I just wanted to run away but I was doing it all for the sake of my close friend. Beth.

Right then they opened the door and there they were, talking to each other happily. Harry tuned around to see who it was and the moment we had an eye contact, I felt my heart race just like the time he asked me out. Damn it.

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