Diana

I tapped my pencil on the wooden desk as I kept my eyes glued to the blue lines of the sheet. My mind thought hard as I tried to think of what to write, but nothing came to mind.

“Ugh.” I groaned, leaning back in my seat. My heart was set on writing something- anything. It didn’t matter what, but it had to mean something.

I sat up and grabbed my phone off of my desk, dialing in Niall’s- my boyfriend’s- number to try and distract myself from my confusing thoughts. But as soon as I hit the last digit, a brilliant idea ran through my mind.

I knew what I was going to write about.

I was going to write about us.

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1. Chapter One

I tapped my pencil on the wooden desk as I kept my eyes glued to the blue lines of the sheet. My mind thought hard as I tried to think of what to write, but nothing came to mind. 

 

“Ugh.” I groaned, leaning back in my seat. My heart was set on writing something- anything. It didn’t matter what, but it had to mean something.

 

I sat up and grabbed my phone off of my desk, dialing in Niall’s- my boyfriend’s- number to try and distract myself from my confusing thoughts. But as soon as I hit the last digit, a brilliant idea ran through my mind.

 

I knew what I was going to write about. I was going to write about us.

 

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It was November 17th, 2010. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. Mostly because it was probably the best almost-accident that had ever happened to me, because it lead me to the love of my life.

 

I walked up to my current boyfriend’s apartment, a smile on my face. I held my phone in my hands, looking down at the message he had sent me a little while ago. He said he had a surprise for me and he needed me to come over right away. He said it was extremely important, and I was hoping that it was over the fact that it had to do with our six month anniversary, which happened to be on that day.

 

As I was walking down the hall, I heard something falling and breaking in my boyfriend’s apartment. I suddenly was worried that something bad was happening, that maybe he got hurt... but I didn’t know that I was the person who was going to be hurt within the next few seconds.

 

I pulled the key to his apartment out of my pocket, which he had given me about two months ago. I quickly turned the key in the lock, then flung the door open, worried about him. But the sight in front of me broke my heart into a million pieces. In front of me was a girl and my boyfriend, both passionately making out on the couch. My boyfriend’s hands were going up the girls shirt, and I felt like puking at the image.

 

I always thought that he was the one for me, that he would love me until the day I died. But I guess you really don’t know what will occur in the future. No matter how much you plan ahead or no matter how much you focus on your goals, you never really know if something will go wrong. One slip up could cause everything to go downhill.

 

Soon enough, I was running down the sidewalks of the busy London streets, crying my eyes out as I shoved through people. Some shoved me in return, others yelled at me, and some people even gave me harsh and judging looks. But in all honesty, I didn’t notice any of it at that point. I was too deep in my thoughts to pay attention to anything.

 

As I was about to step off the sidewalk and run across the road, someone’s hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back, just in time for a large red bus to speed past my face. I was only inches away from it, and I would have been hit if someone hadn’t of pulled me back off the road.

 

“Be careful, you almost got killed!” the person said. I quickly pulled the man’s hands off of me, and taking a step back from him and away from the busy road that was buzzing with traffic.

 

I looked up at the person who had saved me from getting hit by the bus, but my eyes widened when I saw him. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, as well as cricked teeth. But even though most people would only notice his flaws, I noticed how charming he seemed. He just saved a complete stranger from being killed. Not to mention that he must pay attention to his surroundings well.

 

“I-I’m sorry.” I stuttered, looking down as I fidgeted with my fingers. The guy sighed and ran his hands through his hair, a small smile on his face.

 

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked. I sniffled, then remembering that I probably looked like crap. I had no doubt in my mind that I had mascara running down my cheeks.

 

At the thought of that, I quickly wiped under my eyes with the sleeves of my black coat. I shoved some of my hair out of my face as the wind blew slightly and I examined the boy in front of me. I had no doubt in my mind that he was a caring boy. You could tell just by looking at him.

 

“Then I guess I should say thank you,” I replied. “For saving me.”

 

“Well I would rather save someone then watch them get squashed by a red bus.” he replied, shaking his head. “Are you alright though? That was a close call.”

 

“I’m fine.” I replied honestly, shaking my head. You would think I would be shaken up from that, but at that point, my brain wasn’t processing anything. The only thing I could even really see was my now ex boyfriend kissing and touching another person on the exact couch where we would watch movies together.

 

“Are you sure?” he asked. I quickly nodded my head, turning to look the other way. I wanted to just go home and sulk around, watching chick flicks and the saddest movie while I indulged myself with some ice cream and fattening chips. At that point, I felt like I would be alone my whole life and that I should just lock myself in my own apartment, not letting anyone bother me or stop the series of movies I would be watching.

 

“I’m sure.” I replied. “I have to go now, and thank you again for... saving me.” I said. I hated to say something like that. It sounded as if I couldn’t do things on my own, which was far from the truth. I was an extremely mature person... even though I was sixteen.

 

At that time, I lived on my own. I had graduated from high school early at the age of fifteen because I had skipped several grades. I was extremely proud of myself for that, but I never aloud myself to brag to others about it. I was currently going to a college and planned on graduating when I was nineteen.

 

“It was no problem.” he said, smiling at me as a kind gesture. I nodded my head and started to walk off, but he grabbed my arm to stop me. “Um, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but... Uh, could I maybe get your phone number?” My eyebrows rose in surprise at his question. I obviously wasn’t expecting it, and I knew that he was hoping that we could go do something together. I gave him a sad smile.

 

“Um, I’m sorry...”

 

He shied away in embarrassment, obviously disappointed that he was rejected. He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground.

 

“Oh, it’s fine. It was nice meting you, by the way.” he said. He quickly turned and walked away, leaving me surprised. I didn’t expect him to ask a question like that, especially when it was obvious I was a wreck. I probably looked like crap right now, yet he still wanted to get to know me. I shrugged it off and walked home that day by myself, only to go home and indulge myself in movies and unhealthy snacks like I was planning to do earlier.

 

The image of my boyfriend touching and kissing another girl refused to leave my head, and I cried myself to sleep every night for a week, which I refused to leave the apartment during that time. I was hurt that he had done that to me, and enraged that he even had the guts break up with me that way. How could someone be so heartless? Most of all, how could you even think you loved someone who was so heartless?

 

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