I Thought We Were Something (LPFF) & (COMPLETED) +Bk1

Chapter 11 ~ The Invite

A few months later, after a lot of thinking, I get a hand written invite. Danielle don’t even mention her name to me, I’m sick of her, I’ve had enough, she’s made my life hell, my internet life, my name all over the papers, over most websites. I’m had enough. Fans are nagging at me to know more behind what happened with Liam, I swear not to tell, I know I can’t and I know I don’t want to. A secret is a secret the same to me as a promise. I won’t say a thing. But sometimes it test me.

Dad and Mum, have had it up to there chin to, I think being a Directioner, is the hardest unfair thing ever, its testing me, although I want to be a Directioner, I don’t know if I can any more.

I sit back and read the invite. Its hand written from Liam it’s an invite for 3days away. I look at if for awhile wondering if its real, if its possible. Something about it doesn’t don’t know what.  I think bitterly of him, he went back to Danielle, or she went back to him. And then he invited me away. Take her I think evilly, she’s evil, I’m tired of her, making my life hell, it isn’t right, she set me up once, she set you up Liam don’t you know, I even told you what she said, she’s in it for the money. No feelings of love for you at all, and still your with her. Doesn’t something feel wrong to you? I can see it, I felt it and you can’t.

I take a deep breath, calm it, I say to myself cool it, it doesn’t help. I think of the many followers I’ve got the many of them that would like to know the inner details of what’s going on what’s happening. I know I promised but its tempting.

I have details the press would love, but I know I can’t share them, I have a bunch of followers they would kill to know, but I can say anything. I have a secret but there’s no one I can tell. The press will get a hold, Danielle will fire up, the fans will go crazy.  Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go, no one to speak to, no help of any sort. I need someone I can trust? But who can I trust? Is there anyone, anything.

Doesn’t seem to be, empty the world seems empty when its like this, empty and dry and horrible.

I look at the invite, I should go, if I can, need some time away. Time to clear my head. I haven’t thought straight for ages, I haven’t been able to write, to study, to read, to go out. Someone is always out there to get me, take photos, take notes, boast. I share the invite with Mum “Your not going anywhere near them” she tells me angrily “the last time you went for a concert, the press went stupid, his EX went insane, so no, your not going, you can’t go, that’s enough, all of it is enough” I sigh, Mum is telling me the truth, but apart of me wants to go, figure out more of the mystery, talk through ways that might make it all end. I need the focus of me. I need the chance to break away, my name to be out of the paper, the spotlight. Something new.