Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 3

It's been a week since Liam called and said he was coming home. Ever since then, my mother has been obsessed with making sure the house was clean and perfect. And, of course, guess who had to do the cleaning. I haven't had time to eat even if I wanted to, let alone pee.

I finally got a second to relax. My parents were both at work and I had finished the last chore.... of the day. I was currently blaring Cher Lloyd's "I Want You Back" all around the house, thanks to the lovely invention I call my Ipod.

"I want you back! I want you back! I want you, want you back! Ugh!" I shouted as I danced wildly around the house. I was in a good mood for some reason. This was a rare occassion. Someone should document this.

I was wearing booty shorts and a tank top. It was a pretty hot day for a place like Wolverhampton. My scars were on full display for any creeper that wanted to press their noses up against the windows. Not that that would happen. This house was known as the "slut", "whore", "freak" house, and other hurtful names that I don't really want to think about.

As I spun around during one of my crazy dance moves, my wrist banged into a table, making me hiss in pain as one of my newer cuts was reopened. I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and applied pressure while staring at my other scars. I sighed.

I've always wanted to be the girl that didn't give a fuck about what people say about them. But I'm not that kind of girl. I hate that people think badly of me, especially when they don't even know me. It makes me feel worthless. Almost like a letdown. I mean, my parents don't care much about me or pay attention. They only notice my existence when they need food or some other chore done. If they did pay attention, they would realize that I self-harm, don't eat anything during the day, and am severly depressed all the time. My own brother hates me. He made that quite obvious in school. At home, I barely talked to him, fearing that what happened at school would happen at home as well. Let's face it, my parents don't care enough to stop him.

I want to believe that I'm pretty. That I'm skinny. That I'm smart and worth something. But when people tell you the same thing over and over again, every day, for about five years, you start to believe it. I am ugly. I am fat. I am dumb and worthless.

All the facts support it. No friends due to my ugliness and fatness. It repels them; shoves them away like a shield does to a sword. No caring parents due to my worthlessness and uselessness. No loving older brother due to my lack of worth. I mean, who would want to come out and openly say that they know me, let alone are related to me.

I'm a disgrace. No sense lying to myself. If only people would stop telling me what I already know.

I didn'teven realize I was crying until I felt warm drops hit my arm that was holding the towel to the cut. I quickly sniffed and wiped my face before pulling the towel away and wrapping my arm tightly with gauze to keep pressure on the cut.

Someone knocked on the door and I turned the music down, wiping my eyes as I went to answer it. It was probably a shipment from my parents' work. No one else ever came to visit. My hand was on the doorknob when I remembered to grab a jacket to hide the rest of my cuts.

I slipped the jacket on and then answered the door to reveal a stunning girl with wide brown eyes and curly brown hair that went to about her shoulders. "Hi, is this the Payne residence?" she asked slightly confused.

I nodded and stepped aside to let her in. She walked in, wheeling a suitcase behind her and carrying a huge purse. I closed the door behind her and locked it, following the girl into the living room. "Um, hi. I'm Danielle," she said with a small smile.

"Cameron," I muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"Hi," she said again. Wow, way to make the conversation awkward.

"No offense, but who are you?" I asked, slightly louder this time.

"I'm Danielle Peazer. I'm Liam's girlfriend." My jaw dropped open and my eyes widenened about ten times. Liam had a girlfriend?!?! Whaaa???

"Um, hello?" Danielle said, waving a hand over my eyes.

"Sorry. I didn't expect that."

Danielle let out a little giggle before looking down at the ground. Suddenly she gasped. Really loudly, too. "What?! Is there a spider?" I asked, freaking out and jumping on the couch. I hate spiders.

"No! What happened to your legs?!" Danielle cried out, pulling me down next to her to sit on the couch. I looked down and mentally cursed myself. I had grabbed a jacket to cover the cuts on my wrists but forgot about the shorts I was wearing. They allowed full view of the cuts I had made on thighs.

"Oh, nothing. Cats, you know," I lied, trying to steer her away from the subject.

Danielle gave me an "are-you-serious" look. "Take off your jacket," she commanded.

I looked down at the jacket before slightly shaking my head. I will not take of this jacket and show her my cuts. She glared at me and gave me the order again.

I winced from the hardness of her gaze and slowly shrugged off my jacket. Danielle took a sharp intake of breath as she examined my arms. "Why?" she asked.

I couldn't help it. I broke down, crying hysterically into my hands. Danielle wrapped her arms around me and let me cry into her shoulder. She rubbed my back reassuringly until my sobs subsided. "Are you alright?" she asked.

I shrugged. I didn't know if I was okay or not. Danielle gave me another hug and then pulled away with a slight chuckle. "Cameron, I just realized I don't even know why you're here. I mean, like are you Liam's cousin visiting him or something? Neighbor?"

I looked at Danielle with wide eyes and shook my head. "I'm his younger sister," I whispered.

Danielle gasped. "What?! Liam never mentioned you! Why wouldn't he talk about you? He told me about his mum and dad!"

I shrugged, not really wanting to go into the whole story of my complicated relationship with Liam. Danielle relaxed again and gave me a one-armed hug.

"I feel like I'm intruding," she joked. I cracked a smile. "I'm sorry. I came a week early to surprise Liam when he got home. His mum knew. She said to just knock on the door and I'd be let in. She said that her and her husband both had business meetings and wouldn't be back until the night before Liam got home. I thought I was gonna be here alone," she giggled.

"Wait, business meeting?" I asked, and then sighed. Figures. They would leave on a business meeting for a week and not tell me about it. I sometimes think they forget they even have a daughter.

"Yeah. Wait, tell me they told you about the meeting," Danielle said.

I shook my head. "It's normal. I would've found out when they didn't come home for a few days," I said shrugging like it was no big deal. What I tried to hide was the deisre I felt to slice a blade across my skin and take the pain away of being deprived of love for so long.

"Maybe it was short notice and they had to leave right away?" Danielle said, but it turned out to be in the form of a question.

"Sure," I said. "Are you hungry?" I offered, getting up and going into the kitchen. Danielle followed and grabbed my upper arm, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I'm here to talk you know. I hate that you're doing this to yourself," she whispered in my ear.

I hugged back lightly. Does someone actually care about me?

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Hey!!! I know, late update, huh?

Yes, this is Danielle Peazer that I'm using in my book! Whoo! I know she's not dating Liam anymore, but let's pretend, K? Yay!

I hoped you liked it! I would really love it if you voted or commented your thoughts. Even one comment can inspire you to write more! :)

~Sydney :)