Suddenly, Everything Changed

Suddenly, Everything Changed when Maleah had a girls week with her two friends, Rachel & Alex. The three girls met someone along the way who changed their lives forever. It was One Direction. Everyone becomes very close and Maleah reveals a few secrets of her past to Niall. The question is: What is the secret and why is it such a big secret? Did Maleah make the right choice by telling Niall her past? Will this change the way Niall feels about Maleah? And will Rachel and Alex fall for the other boys of One Direction? What happens when they go through a horrible accident that may change their life? Will they make it? And will they remember what led up to it? Read on to find out!
WARNING: Surprises, plot twists, and jaw-droppers will come when you least expect it!
(By the way, this is my first Movella! Tell me what you think!)


9. Dinner With The Past



     Later on, we cleaned up and went down to the hotel restaurant for a nice dinner. We were seated in a private pavilion surrounded by the mini river that we sailed on in the boat ride earlier. Since it was nighttime, the pavilion was decorated with lighted candles and regular (non-colored/clear) christmas lights. It looks beautiful and even a bit romantic. I pulled out the chair for Maleah and so did Harry and Zayn for Rachel and Alex. The girls said thanks, and Louis got up and acted as if he pushed their chairs in and said, "You're welcome, ladies. It was my pleasure." The girls laughed and the guys just gave Lou the 'what the heck was that' look.

     Our waiter finally came along and took our orders. After he left, the girls asked us what it was like to be one of the biggest boy bands world wide. We each had our say in what we thought it was like. It came around to me and I chose my words carefully. "Don't get me wrong, being one of the biggest boy bands world wide is literally a dream come true. But it can be pretty rough at times. Especially with all the hate we get. And don't even get me started on management. They drive all of us mad! But by the end of every long day and every late night, it's worth it." I explain. "Niall, that was very touching." Louis said in his fake voice. The waiter came back with our drinks and the girls asked us a few more questions about being a band.

     Somehow, the attention got turned to me. The girls asked me so many questions. "So, Niall. I've heard that you've received a lot of hate lately. How do you handle it?" Alex asked. "It's pretty hard to deal with, actually. I try my hardest to shake it off but sometimes, I just can't. I often wonder why all these people send me hate. They often say how they think I'm ugly, not fit, and that I don't deserve to be in One Direction..." I said with my voice trailing off. "Oh, Niall. I'm so sorry." Maleah said, her voice filling with sympathy. "It's fine." I lied. Everyone went on talking about other things and I just thought about the hate I've been getting the past few months. The horrible memories flooded my mind. I can't hold it in any longer... "I'm going to get some air real quick. I'll be right back," I announced. I got up and walked out the of the hotel restaurant and out of the lobby doors into the parking lot. It was a bit humid because it was summer and the storm had just passed about an hour or so ago. I sat on the curb and let the fresh, hot tears stream down my face. Why was I the one who got all of the hate? Why does everyone still hate me? Even after I changed. People said I have an ugly body. So, I started working out. People said my teeth were ugly. So, I got braces. People said I didn't deserve to be in One Direction. So, I worked harder than I ever had and became a better singer, dancer, performer, and guitar player. But people still hate me. Now more than ever. Why?

     More and more tears fell down my face. Suddenly, the door opened and Maleah came out looking for me. "Niall, are you ok? What's wrong?" She asked me with concern. "I'm fine," I said while wiping my tears away, hoping she wouldn't see it. She came and sat on the curb beside me. "Please, don't lie to me, Niall." She said. "Look at me. Now, tell me what's really wrong. I know it's something." She was looking into my eyes but I was looking at the ground. "It's a sad, long, depressing story. I'm sure you probably wouldn't have the time for it anyway." I said still looking at the ground. "Trust me, I have a few of those stories myself. And I'll always have time for you. Niall, I truly do care about you. I want to help you. But I can't help you if I don't know what's going on. I bet you'd feel a lot better if you got it off your chest. I promise, I won't tell anyone a single word. You can trust me. Ok?" She said reassuring me. I thought to myself for a few minutes.

     "Ok... It's just..." I started. I felt tears in my eyes again. "I've been getting a lot of hate lately." I finally said. "Do you want to talk about it?" Maleah asked. "Not really. But I know that I'll probably feel a bit better if I did." I said while giving a faint smile. "Tell me everything." She said, growing even more interested. "Well... I've been getting hate for a while now. At first, people said that I was ugly. They said that I wasn't 'fit' and how my teeth were 'disgusting' and how I didn't deserve to be in One Direction," I explained. I looked at Maleah to find that she was truly listening, giving me her full attention. "After they said those things, I decided to change. I thought that if I did, then maybe they'd stop hating me. That's when I started working out, so I could feel better about my body image. I also got braces so I could have a better smile. And most importantly, I worked harder than ever before so I could improve as a singer, dancer, performer, and guitar player. I changed and improved in so many ways. But people still hate on me. Now more than ever..." I explained. I looked down at the ground and a tear fell down my face...


     MALEAH'S  P.O.V.


     Niall explained to me what was going on. I saw tears welling in his eyes and they started to fall down his face. Seeing him like this broke my heart. Tears started forming in my eyes as well. "Niall, can I tell you something?"  He nodded. Oh no... How am I going to tell him this? How am I going to tell him about my past? Is it too soon? Just think of something else, Maleah!  "Honestly... You're perfect just the way you are. I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. I'm saying that because I honestly mean it. Even before the abs and braces. No matter what, you'll always be perfect to me. I just want you to see that so many people all around the world love you and look up to you every single day. I'm one of them. I've seen the hate you've gotten over the past year. I know it's been really hard. I also know that you don't deserve a single bit of hate that you receive. Please, don't let it bring you down. Ok?" Niall looked up at me with tears in is eyes. "It's harder than it looks. You wouldn't understand..." He said. "Trust me, I do understand..." I add with my voice trailing off. "How? How would you know? You were literally born perfect. You're so beautiful, smart, hilarious, amazing, and the girl of any guys dreams. Everyone loves you. How would you understand the hate I go through?" By this time, I didn't know wether or not I should be flattered or offended. Only if he knew... Ugh. Now, I know. I just have to tell him. Well, here goes nothing...  "Niall... I'm going to tell you something that I've never told anyone before. Truth is... I do know what it's like. I do get hate every single day. I've been bullied all my life. I do know what it's like. Having no where to go. Receiving hate I don't deserve. Not including the pressure of being a teenager and being a teenage girl. Things have been really hard on my family for the past few years. And I can't stand the fact that I'm always being compared to my sisters! My sisters are so perfect. There's no way I can even try to measure up to their level. I try so hard to change and be this perfect girl I always see on TV and magazines and Tumblr. But I never amount to anything. I always fail. The way I've learned to cope with it isn't the way to go... All it leaves is more pain and suffering. To hide everything, and I simply put a smile on my face and act like everything is perfect. But by the end of the day, I finally break. That's when all the bad thoughts and memories of my day come back to me. That's when..." I stopped myself. I just can't tell him yet. He wouldn't understand. And if I did tell him, he'd probably think that I'm a freak... "That's when I break down..." I finished, saying something different than what I was originally going to say. The tears were rapidly streaming down my face. I think he knew that I didn't say what I was originally going to say...

     "Maleah... I'm so sorry... I didn't know . I just thought... I've always seen you happy. You always have a beautiful smile on your face, you always laugh and have a good time... It looked like you have the perfect life but... I guess I'm wrong." Niall said crying as well as I was. I just hugged him for a few minutes. After our long hug, I pulled away and whispered, "I just don't want you to be like me..." Niall looked at the ground again and said, "Knowing what I know, I don't think it can get worse." He looked at me and I knew exactly what he meant. "Oh, Niall... Please don't tell me that you..." I said with my voice trailing off again. I know that he knows exactly what I mean. "I have... Once..." He admitted. I cried even harder as did he. "Has it ever gotten to that point with you?" Niall asked me. I hesitated for a moment. "Worse..." I replied while looking down at the faded scars on my arm. He didn't seem to notice. "How much worse?" He asked with a little hesitantness this time. "A lot more than once, I can tell you that..." I admitted. "Please, no." He whispered to himself. His face dropped into his hands and he cried harder. Oh, no... Look what I did. I'm making him cry even more. I'm such a horrible person... I'm such a jerk...

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