My everything

One Direction is a boyband. And I'm in love with them. I can't think of anything else. I cry at night because I'm not near them.

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2. Running away

I cried so hard. Why hold it back? Lauren, my History teacher, had already seen me cry. So why stop. I needed to get it out of my system anyway, so why not get some help from her. But then again. She would properly just think of me as some silly kid. I didn't want her to think of me like that. I wanted her to be my friend, because she seemed like the type of person who wouldn't bully. "Hey" she started. "I have no idea why you cry, but if you tell me I can help you". I looked at her and then back at the table. What was I thinking? Of course I couldn't tell her that I got bullied. People would find out I told her and then bully me even more. "It's just". I had to come up with something quick. "My grandma is dead" I said quiet. It was true. She died 3 days ago, but I had never known her, so I wasn't sad at all. "Would you please not tell anyone that I have been crying?" I asked. She looked at me with a sympathetic look in her eyes. "I don't know" she began. "Lauren please I don't want people to know. That's why I haven't told anybody. Please" I begged. "Okay I won't tell anybody" she said. I was so happy. She looked so young. I had no idea how old she was, but she looked like she was 29 years old. So pretty with her big dark eyes and her straight shoulder long brown hair. I was taller than her. Way taller. She must have been about 5.4 feet. She hugged me until the bell rang. "You're a nice girl" she said, and walked to the front of the class. I dried my eyes again and looked in the mirror. Everyone could see I had been crying. So I walked to the window site of the room and sat in the front row, so everyone saw me from the back. This was a nightmare. 

After the History class was over, and everyone had walked out of the classroom Lauren said "Zooey what's really wrong? Please tell me the truth I think I can help you". I had decided not to tell her, so I stood up and left. "Zooey, please stop" she said, but I walked away. I knew I still had 3 hours left, but I just couldn't take this anymore. I took my bag in my locker and walked away. I had no idea where I was going. I just walked. When I got to the square I sat down on a bench and took my phone from my pocket. I looked at all my One Direction photos and videos. I was in such a bad mood that I watched the clip from the documentary with Harry crying. I started to cry again. Usually I never cried. Never. But today I had cried in public twice.

I went on Twitter and tweeted "This have been the worst day in my life so far! Cried in public twice :(". I had 2000 followers so I wasn't used to anyone replying.Which is why I was so surprised when a girl in my age replied. "Aww honey are you okay? What happened? Please DM me" she said. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to tell her. I had no idea who she was, and I didn't trust people. I used to be very naive, but after people started bullying me I doubted everyone. But I decided to DM her."Hey. You told me to DM you, so here's your DM" I started. I was kind of nervous while I wrote. "I am in love with 1D, and after I started fangirling everyone at my school started to bully me. What can I do?". I waited 5 minutes, but I didn't get an answer, so I texted Hayley, my Irish friend, on Kik and told her about today. But she didn't answer because was in school. I just wanted to sleep until school was over. Like over for real. Not just today, but all 3 years I had left. I heard a noise from my pocket, and it came from my iPhone. I looked at it, and it was a DM from that girl from before. "That sounds terrible! I have no idea how to help you. But I really wanna help you though. Can a trend help maybe?" she asked. A trend? I went to her profile. She couldn't trend anything with her 166 followers. "How will you trend anything?" I asked her. "Wait and see" she replied quick.

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