The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?


20. Chapter Twenty

Leah's POV

Does Niall... like me? Well, he is pretty cute, I mean, that heavy irish accent. It's no mop of curls, but he's adorable. I have to admit. Just the way he acts, not caring what a girl looks like, but who they are. Maybe he eats all my food, but he needs it more than I do. I'm a size one, I need to lose the weight.

"My Mistake." I say. Louis clears his throat. "Let's just watch a movie now." He states. I nod, ooh! "Watch pitch perfect! Come on, its my favourite." I whine. "Sounds okay," Zayn says. Harry interrupts everyone by walking out, and we all just frown at him. Except me, I shoot him a longing look, but I am hopeful he will just say he loves me back. That' all I need to hear. He opens his big mouth, (Used for kissing nurses) and informs us, "I'm going to see Brooke, it's the last time we get to see eachother before we leave tomorrow." Tears brim my eyes. I'm waiting for this to all be a dream. Waiting to wake up, drenched in sweat, my clothes like a second skin.

But I don't.

"Who-Who's Brooke?" I stutter. "The nurse. The one who's face I was apparently eating. And her face, by the way, tastes better than your ever did." He snaps. I brush the tears away, and I stand up strong. Today isn't the day to cry. He needs to know who I am, and what I can do. This heart doesn't need to be tampered with anymore.

"Listen deadbeat," I begin, my eyes suddenly cold. "I told you I loved you. But you know what?" I say, realizing the truth as I speak it, starting to get choked up. "I think I was lying to myself, to spare you. And you didn't care to spare me at all. So thanks. I hope I was a good appetizer, so now you can go to your main course." I spit out, watching him walk out the door and then running into my room.

Harry's POV

I should have never gotten back together with her, but a really need to make things right. I kinda feel bad........ But I really like Brooke. She is so sweet, she wouldn't hurt a fly. I text her that I'll be there in twenty minutes, and run back into the tour bus. "Leah, I'm sorry," I say, running into the bus. I see all the boys yelling into the crack in Leah's door, she's in there. She's in there. By herself. What in the name.... "I'm fine," She whimpers, you can tell she's weak. "Then let me in." "I want privacy, I'm a girl. Go away." I hear a slight wince, and then I know what is happening in there. "I push through to the front of the boys, they are crying. "Leah, let me in. I'm serious." I shout, jiggling the doorknob. "Harry. You don't love me. Why would I let you in." She cries. "Please." I whine. I can almost hear her shake her head. She isn't letting me in, so who is she going to let in? Zayn.




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