This is not happening. Everywhere I went I received dirty looks from 12 year olds. One girl even yelled 'bitch' and acted like it wasn't towards me. I can't take it anymore. I have to leave. I made my way out of the mall and tried to remember which direction my aunt lived. Once I chose a direction I ran as fast as I could. Tears were streaming down my face as I ran. I started getting tired and started walking. I decided to stop at a park and sit there and think. I sat down by a tree and turned on my phone. I had 137 twitter notifications. The tweets had some hate and some sorrow. But the one that stood out the most was Harry’s. His tweet said, "Keep your head up love. It will all end soon. xx" I faintly smiled and wiped away tears and stood up. I decided to tell my aunt to pick me up from here. My legs were sore and I didn't want to walk any further. So I waited.
After about twenty minutes of watching children play and reading tweets, my aunt pulled up and honked.
“Why did you leave the mall? I told you I was going to be back soon!” She was angry. “We’re nowhere near my house!” I was sure I was headed in the right direction.
“I couldn’t take being alone and I ran out of money in the first ten minutes!” I did. I spent all of the £100 on random things. Mostly shoes though. I wanted everything but stayed concentrated on what would make me fit in here.
“Well I’ll try to go everywhere with you so you don’t get too lost. Did you get a dress for tomorrow?” Oh no. That was the one thing I forgot to buy.
“Um not a dress an outfit.” I bit my lip hoping she wouldn’t get angry.
“Ugh Jasmine I wanted you to buy a proper dress for tomorrow night!”
“Look it’s not like we’re going to a ball! I’ll be fine. “
She shook her head. “Alright. But make sure it’s decent. There are going to be Paparazzi everywhere and I don’t want them to make you look bad.” I wasn’t worried. They already made me look bad enough. Remembering the hate tears started filling up my eyes and my lip started quivering.
“Jasmine, I didn’t make you upset did I? I’m not angry I swear! You’ll look great tomorrow don’t worry!” My aunt almost started to cry herself.
“No no it’s not you it’s just, people…” I didn’t know how to explain it. We arrived at the house and I got out of the car before my aunt could say anything. I started to rush in but was stopped when someone grabbed my arm. It was Harry.
“Hello love are you alright? I’m sorry about everything. My fans get a little protective.” He gave me a slight smile trying to cheer me up.
“Oh trust me I know how protective we get. I hated you and Taylor together.”
“Hah. So did I. I didn’t really like her.”
“Then why did you date her?”
“I can’t tell you. No one can know.” That made me suspicious. “Are you ready for tomorrow night?” He continued. ”Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Danielle are excited to meet you. Unfortunately Perrie can’t make it because of her tour and Eleanor is sick. So it’s just the seven of us.” Damn. I was looking forward to meeting Perrie. I love Little Mix.
“Well okay. I’m excited to see everyone.”
“Yeah well just try not to scream. Zayn hates that.” I smiled and started to walk inside.
“No Promises Harold.” I walked in and shut the door behind me. I heard his raspy laugh as I walked away from the door. Right as I reached the door to my room my phone buzzed. I was a Direct Message from Harry. It said, “I never got your number love. Could I have it? xx(:” I smiled and replied back. Harry has my number. And soon I’ll have his. But I have to promise not to give it out.
