For another three weeks, I hadn't seen JJ or any of the other boys. Ella had been to see George and Lucy had been to see Josh but me, nope, haven't been to see JJ. I've seen Ella and I've seen Lucy. Lucy had come out about her relationship with Josh, she got some hate from fans but she wasn't on any social networks so it was easier for her. It's been a tough week for Ella though. George and herself came out about their relationship and shall we say that it didn't go too well. They couldn't go anywhere without getting attacked by the paparazzi.
It was a cold winter night and I was snuggled up on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate, a bowl of crisps and the box set of Miranda. Otea was at her friends house and JJ's parents were out for the night. It was rare that I got nights on my own. It was semi final weekend this weekend and well, I had been stressing out all week so it was nice to relax and just chill out. Well that's what I thought. I had just sat down, the blanket over me, about to press play when I heard a hammering on the door. Astounded, I looked towards the door, creeping down the hallway. Who could it be knocking on the door this late. I tip-toed towards the door, peeping my eye through the peep hole. I saw Ella stood, her back to the door. Carefully, I undid the lock on the door and opened it up. Immediately, she turned around and I saw her. Ella's hair was tied up, she stood in her blue jeans with a jumper over, mascara running down her face with a bag in her hand. He face was red and puffy.
"Oh my gosh Ella, are you ok?"
"I'm scared" she cried.
"Oh sweetie, come here" I said, putting my arm around her and leading her into the living room. I looked outside the door to check that no one was there. As I turned around and walked down the hallway with Ella, I sat her down on the sofa where the tears streamed down her face.
"Ella what's wrong?"
"They hate me"
"Who hates you?"
"The fans, the boys fans"
"What, they don't hate you Ella, they can't hate you"
"They're going to find me and kill me, why did I get myself into this"
"What do you mean they're going to find you and kill you?"
"Do you have a laptop"
"Yeah in my room, come on"
We walked up the stairs, pushing the bedroom door open. As soon as Ella saw my laptop on the bed, she ran towards it, diving on the bed and opening it up. Stabbing the keys like her life depended on it, she logged into Twitter. I went and took a place next to her. As she clicked on her mentions, she began to cry. She was receiving hundreds of messages each minute. I took the laptop from her knee and began to scroll through some of the things she was getting, it was horrible, I wanted to cry for her.
"Ella, no one likes you, just get off this earth ok"
"George doesn't love you Ella, he loves me"
"Ella, I'll find you and I'll kill you, how dare you date my boyfriend"
I had forgotten how childish and silly some girls could be. Ella and George were in love and I didn't understand why some people couldn't understand that. The dumped the laptop on the pillow and put my arm around Ella.
"Don't listen to the hate, they don't understand, you're beautiful and George loves you for who you are"
"I'm scared Meg, I don't wanna go home tonight"
"Well you're not, you're staying here with me until we go to the shows on Friday"
"You mean that?? Will they mind?"
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Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting
FanfictionHey! I'm Meg! JJ and I have been best friends since we were little, well that is until my mum got a job transfer and I had to move away. I never thought I'd see JJ again but sometime saying goodbye doesn't mean forgetting. This is a story about lov...
