Save ourselves- One Direction

Daisy

My mother had always been happy about my positive nature. That I wasn't 'as sulky as other teenagers', as she put it. My father had only ever been annoyed by it. One more reason why I was glad in the end that he had left us, even though I thought the way he did it was shitty. I was in camp for four days and found out from Ed, who was called by my father.

The poor man was clearly uncomfortable telling me about it, which I could totally understand. I didn't blame him, and how could I, since he had more or less stammered it out and apologized to me a thousand times. In the evening, I had sat by the sea like a picture of misery and cried. However, this day also had something good. Because that evening I was comforted by Liam and fell head over heels in love with him. I had liked his calm, level-headed manner from day one. Opposites attract, don't they? Could he have felt the same way as I did...I don't know! Maybe he just felt responsible for everyone in his group. At least he was the most the most responsible of all of us.

Louis always liked to call him "Daddy Direction" since the name of their band was "One Direction".

And it was true, as he always took everything very seriously. But when he saw me sitting at the shore that night, he didn't ask any questions, just put a blanket around my shoulders and took me in his arms while I cried all over his T-shirt. When I finally calmed down, he looked at me with his warm, dark brown eyes and just asked, "Are you okay?" I was completely captivated by his eyes and only managed to nod. He nodded too, squeezed my shoulder as he passed and left me alone again. And I stood there while my heart started dancing foxtrot and my brain spontaneously announced a 5 minute break.

Despite all the being in love, I still felt like shit and so I was a bit worried in the evening when I saw Avery go into the tent without a word and she didn't come out either.

When I saw Harry coming from the same direction just a few minutes after her, I approached him.

"What's wrong with Avery?", I asked him anxiously.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I think she's a bit upset right now."

"Do you want me to go check on her?"

Harry shook his head.

"Nah, I think she wants to be alone right now."

Even though I would have preferred to see for myself, I just nodded and sat down next to Louis by the fire.

Roxanne pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket and used one of the thin sticks in the fire to light a cigarette. Slowly she blew the smoke into the evening sky.

I turned to Niall.

"What do you think? We quiz Avery tomorrow?", I suggested.

He nodded.

"Sure, anyone object?" he asked around the room.

Since no one said anything, he nodded at me and I smiled.

"Great. I can't wait to hear what she's going to tell us," I said excitedly.

Roxanne groaned in annoyance.

"My gosh, Daisy. You don't know that yet. Maybe she won't tell us anything because she doesn't want to," she said annoyed.

"If we suggest it to her exactly like you did last time, then yes."

Roxanne snorted contemptuously. She took a long drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out on the floor.

" Whatever. I'm going to the bathroom now."

With that, she disappeared briefly into the tent, only to come out again with her cosmetic bag.

"She's actually crying, too. Really pathetic," was all she said to us.