Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 17

May 21, 2014

In Dublin, Ireland, we are two days away from the concert. Early arriving at the private gym at noon, we walked up the massive amount of stairs to the workout room. Sasha says that today I'm running five miles, thirty push ups, fifty jumping jacks, twenty-five pulls ups. Opening up the doors, I felt in my gut I should be running after since, you know, why not?

Niall already started with warm ups when I finally got changed into my workout clothes. My black Nike Pro running shorts went just below my butt, but I could tell all the boys were staring. The bright yellow Nike sports bra covered my boobs as everything else was showing off my hot body. My perfect calves showed off my legs nicely as the small top covered very little. My six-pack was wonderfully being shown off.

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After the massive amounts of workout type things, I felt myself becoming sadder by the minute. Almost two whole years, they've been gone. My heart crumbles to bits as I felt a couple tears slide down my face. Harry eyed me from across the room even though Liam was helping spot him. I walked into the private glass room. Starting the freezing cold tap, I added two buckets of ice to let my muscles relax. I slipped underneath all the water and opened my eyes. The ceiling was boring, yellowy color. It looked like baby poop to be honest.

Hitting my back up against the metal bin, I slouched and held my head in my hands. Tears dripped into the tub. They're gone, almost all of my family is gone. No grandparents, both sets of them died when a Carnival Cruise sunk into the ocean and no one survived. No aunts or uncles on either side, both of my parents were only children. So boom, therefore I have only a few people left in my life. Alissa, Zachary, Anthony, and Nicholas, my sister's boyfriend. Technically only two people that I'm half related to. Zach and Alissa both have a different Dad compared to me. But, we all were family either way.

Harry and Liam are walking past the room of glass walls to head over to the shower rooms. Liam was speaking quietly as they passed by, but Harry had no problem at all speaking his mind. His eyes shifted towards mine, away from Liam, as he saw the little droplets of tears on my face. He scoffed and laughed. Though, you could truly tell that he felt bad. But, you wouldn't believe that statement after what came out of his mouth, just loud enough for me to hear.

"She needs to get over it."

His words pounded into my vibrant little brain as I stood up out of the tub. I'm going to beat his ass. No fucking way are you telling me to get over my favorite people on planet Earth, well used to be anyways. A green, neon beach towel grinded smoothly against my barely-clothed body. Soaking up about half the water, I pushed open the glass door and made my way over to Liam in Harry, waiting for Zayn and Louis to get out of the showers.

A loud slap hit against the smooth back and he groaned in pain. Liam turned around almost immediately to see a red hand print on the boy's back. He touched the mark lightly and Harry cried once more in pain. Harry's eyes were red, puffy, like in the car ride to the WWA tour meeting. Harry dropped his bath towel and his dignity. Liam looked frightened then whispered 'I have to pee.' How classy of you Liam.

"What the hell was that for?!"

He screamed in pain. He rubbed his hand gently over the imprint and whimpered in agony. His green eyes looked like a lime green in the bright, fluorescent lighting. The cheeks on his mandibles were a pink, blush color. The low, cheap carpet flooring was wide with different colors as I looked about it. I wanted to hold him, but his words hurt. Too much that I just wanted to crawl away from planet Earth. Harry threw his arms in the air as if he were about to slap me. I was instantly frightened and hid under my arms as he called the name I feared of most.