Love Is Just a Word

Chapter Five: Haunted and Hate

After Connor had shown me my room, I started to unpack. I had a fair amount of stuff, so I would have a lot of space for just, standing in the middle of the room I guess.

My bed was against the wall on the opposite side of the window. I had a small walk in closet and a bathroom. Plus a pleasantly sized flat screen hanging on the wall.

It kind of made me cringe - I didn't like the obvious fact that Connor was spoiling me. He was such a gentleman to say at the least.

There was a small knock on my door, followed by someone whispering "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," I stuttered.

The door was opened and I almost pissed myself when I saw that no one was there. I walked over and looked into the hall way. I didn't hear footsteps before or after the knock occurred.

I put all of my stuff on my bed before rushing downstairs, shutting my door behind me. I was practically sprinting down, eager to find one of the boys to see if they were pranking me. Fear took over my body when I saw that they were all outside.

I hurried outside, trying to keep my presence unknown. That didn't go well. I shut the door as softly as I could, but the noise it made a sound like I had slammed it.

All of the guys looked at me and smiled softly. I walked over to Connor and pulled him away from his friends for a brief moment of time to ask about my little paranormal experience.

"Con, I have a question, and you have to be honest." My voice shaking a little still.

"Of course," he smiled.

"Is this house haunted or something?" I asked, then blushed at how stupid I sounded.

Connors face went pale. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Just tell me yes or no."

"Was it the knock at the door and then someone asking to come in?" He whispered.

I nodded slowly, something telling me I already knew what the answer was.

"Let's just say, this house was used as a hospital in the 1930s. It was small, but efficient. They used it for soldiers who were hurt, sick, or dying." Connor spoke calmly.

"So yes?" My heart raced. I would rather have stayed at my house by myself. Though I knew Connor wouldn't allow me to be alone.

He simply nodded his head before chuckling at how scared I must've looked. He knew I hated scary things and he still let me come here. That douche.

I silently sat down on a chair and crossed my legs in Indian formation. I looked at the guys laughing and enjoying themselves in the pool. This was my chance to study them. That sounded extremely creepy wow.

I looked to the first boy, Sam, I think that was his name. He was very cute. From his red cheeks, to his beautiful smile, he was stunning.

I looked next to him to see Jc. Jc was also very attractive. (You know, I'm just gonna say this now, they're all very attractive.) He had the cutest smile and his hair was so damn attractive. It was so curly.

Kian caught my attention next. His blonde hair and nose ring made him have a bad boy look in a way, but his laugh was something completely different.

I looked to the opposite side of the pool to see Trevor, Ricky, and Connor sitting on the edge.

Trevor was a plain out cutie. Connor told me that he recently dyed his hair blonde, then white. It looks cute. He looked more mature than what his brown hair was.

Ricky was the last boy. I don't really have anything to say about him yet. Yes, he sure as hell was attractive, but there was something I couldn't put my finger on yet.

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Later that night, all the boys were downstairs watching a movie and relaxing while I was in my room trying to sleep.

Ever since this afternoon, I've had an uneasy feeling. It wasn't just my room though, it was everywhere. None of the guys seemed to have cared about it though. Hopefully I can get used to it like them.

I sighed and pulled my phone out, going onto my Instagram, almost regretting it immediately. I had a DM from some o2l fan. Dear god this could've have been good. I opened it cautiously and I then realized it was sent to me and other o2l fan accounts. I had a double check and realized each of them were talking shit about me.

'listen hear u skank ur just another hoe n u best back tf off away from my boys'

'omg ur so fugly i didnt think it was possible wow kys'

'hey guys I also heard she cuts herself and even tried to commit suicidee! ha! shes just a week pathetic little shit! next time you should try harder!'

'shes so fat too hahaha ewwww'

I quickly clicked off as tears were now streaming down my face. My heart raced as I noticed I had notifications. I opened them and saw hate comments almost instantly.

I started reading them, only making myself feel worse. It was nice to see that there were at least some people sticking up for me and saying nice things. God how could Connor not have seen these yet.

Wouldn't people comment on their pictures too? I quickly typed in 'connorfranta' into the search bar and clicked on his latest picture. He last posted fifteen minutes ago. There would've been thousands of comments by now.

I clicked on 'comment' and looked through them. There wasn't one comment that I saw that was about me. Were they really that scared to say something to him about me? Maybe they said something else to the others.

I went through the others' accounts, clicking 'follow' before anything. I'm surprised I wasn't following them already, they are Connor's other best friends. I searched the comments and only found about one or two on each of their last pictures.

It kinda made me worried though because they weren't hate comments, they were comments saying that I was getting hate. I wonder if they actually noticed them yet.

They probably have and just don't care. Why would they? They don't want me here in the first place. They're just pitying me. They'd be happier if I weren't here. Everyone would be if I weren't here.

I wiped a single tear going down my face before getting up and walking to the bathroom to take a shower. I made sure to lock the door before starting the water.

I took the time to look around. I was getting undressed when the thought of a blade came into my head. I shook it off, but I kept thinking.

I mentally slapped myself as I went to open the cabinet, where I'm guessing Connor put my shaving razors. I opened it to be shocked by a note.

I picked it up and read it;

'These are for shaving only. Nothing more, nothing less. Yes I will be checking to make sure you're not cutting anymore and yes I will make sure you're not taking blades from here. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you, or almost lose you ever again. I love you to the moon. - Connor'

'I love you to the moon'? That wasn't right. I quickly forgot about it before grabbing a razor and finished undressing before stepping into the shower.

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A/N: Okay I just want to say that the everyone in the o2l fandom are the some of the sweetest people I've ever met and I love everyone in it and I know they'd never say shit like that. Well, most of them. Anyway thank you so much for reading. It means a ton!!

Another thing okay I'm sorry I didn't update last week! I had major writers block so I'm updating today and I'll try to update by the end of the week too if I can! Thanks again!