Reality Ruined OUR Life.

Hillary Star. An 18 year old girl that lives in London. She's an only child and her parents are divorced, although Teddy -her best friend- seems like a sister for her. Hillary has the best day of her life, meeting One Direction on a M&G. Loads of things happen afterwards, for you to find out what.
Hillary gets a lot of news and bad stuff coming her way, will she tell the people close to her? Or keep it a secret?
This is Reality Ruined OUR Life.


97. Hurt.

Louis' P.O.V.

I was relaxing in our hotel room with Harry, when suddenly the door flew open. I almost fell off my chair.

Niall ran inside with tears streaming down his face, running into the bedroom. I frowned at Harry and stood up.

'What happened to him?' He asked and followed me.

'I don't know, but I feel like it has something to do with Hillary..'

I knocked on his door and waited for a reply, Harry behind me.


No answer.

'Niall?' Harry tried as I knocked on the door again.

'Leave me alone', we heard him mumble.

He was hurting inside, I could hear and feel it. I was so worried and wanted to know what was wrong.

'Niall, can we come in?'

'Just go.'

'Niall please let us in..'

'Leave!' He screamed now. I took a step back and sighed, looking desperately up at Harry.

'Maybe we should call Hillary?' Harry suggested. I nodded and watched him take his phone. I walked over to the couch and sat next to him, waiting for a reply.

'Nothing', Harry sighed.

'Call her again', I groaned.

'Okay..' Harry pressed her number and called again.

There must be something wrong, or she would pick up.


Harry's P.O.V.

I waited for the second time and Hillary finally answered after 4 "beeps".


'Hillary?' I questioned as I heard her cracked voice.

'Are you okay?'

"What's wrong Harry?" she sighed.

'No nothing, I'm.. I actually need to ask you.'

"Just leave me alone Hazz.. Please.."


I knew she was sobbing. I swallowed deeply and looked down at my hands.

'Hillary, please explain what's going on.. Niall came in crying and I know you are too..'

"I don't want to talk right now."

'But we're worried about you. Is it because of Niall or-'

"Harry I don't want to talk about it!" She said and ended the call.

I sighed and hid my phone in my pocket.

'Nothing.. She doesn't want to talk.'

'Why not?' Louis sighed loudly.

'She was crying Lou. She hung up the phone.'

'Should we go over to her?' He asked and stood up.

I shook my head, 'No. We'll only make it worse. If she doesn't want to talk, we have to leave her alone.. We can try later.'

'Liam and Zayn probably know as much as we do.. Maybe even less..' Louis said and sat down again.

'I think Niall won't come out of his room either..'

'I know, I'm so worried..'

'Same', I rolled my eyes and didn't feel good about this at all..

Is it over?..


Hillary's P.O.V.

I finally stood up from the ground 20 minutes after Niall had left.. I quickly walked over to the couch because I felt my knees getting weak again. I didn't feel like myself anymore. I didn't feel like "Hillary".

I didn't even know how to feel. It was such a horrible feeling.

I was sobbing and crying into the pillows of the couch, squinting my eyes hard.

My life is so fucked up.

This isn't the way I wanted my dream to go.

'What's wrong sweety?' I heard someone ask. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, not looking up. I felt arms wrapped around me. I slowly raised my head and saw my mom and dad staring at me with worried expressions.

I couldn't form any sentences. I tried, but bursted out in tears again.

'Honey you can tell us..'

'Niall.. And I..'

'What's wrong with you both? Did something happen to him?'

'We broke up', I got out quickly, burying my head into the pillow again.

'What..' My mom said and took her hand away from my back. I slowly looked up and she had her hands covering her mouth.

'I thought.. What?.. I'm surprised.. I thought it'd be forever..' My dad said and sat down on the couch with his hands in front of his face.

'My little girl is heartbroken..' I heard him whisper.

'I thought that too..' I whispered and embraced my mom, crying on her shoulders.

'It will be fine sweety..'

'No it won'!' I pulled away and looked at the both of them.

'If Simon fucking Cowell wasn't their manager, none of this would have happened!' I cried out.

'This is not what I wanted. This is not my dream. I can't live without Niall and I fucking broke up with him! I feel so stupid.. I can't fake-date Harry so I broke up with him. It's not changing anything! I love Harry, but nothing like the way I love Niall. Simon isn't even my manager! Josh is, and I'm pretty sure they didn't even discuss anything!

I can do what I want when it comes to Simon, but I apparently didn't even have a choice! Simon is so disrespectful, he treats me like shit and said I'm ruining the band, also because of the baby! I want to live with Niall. I want to grow old with him, but it's over. I'm broken.. I can't do this anymore and I hate it.. Reality ruined my life. It ruined our life!'

I shouted most of the stuff and many tears were still coming out of my eyes. I was shocked I still had so much water in my body, I had been crying a lot already.

All of this stress and the problems aren't even good for the baby, but I couldn't help it.

'We understand Hillary.. Some things just can't go the way you want to.. But Niall still loves you, and maybe it felt right to do this. Maybe it's the best for now', mom sighed.

'He will love you forever, we can see that. We're sure you will too, so sweety, if everything is right in place again you can maybe try again. It was just a bad timing and all of the drama is happening all at once. You're both still young and need to enjoy what you have right now.. You'll both still be with each other and I'm hundred percent sure he won't ever give up on you.'

Her words touched me. It made me feel a little better, but it hurt.

My parents wrapped their arms around me and hugged me tightly. The hug lasted about 10 minutes until we pulled away from each other.

'Go get some rest..' Mom said.

I slowly nodded and stood up, trying to walk over to the stairs. I took a few steps upstairs and I seriously wanted to throw myself off of it. I felt so dizzy and I was slowly breaking down..

I couldn't give up though.. Even if I wanted it so bad.. I didn't want to hurt anyone, as much as I was hurting myself.

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