Anything It Takes

Chapter 13

HELLO MY LOVELY TULIPS. ((That’s your new name, js.)) I want to say thank you to every single person who is reading this story, it means a lot to me <3 Even though it’s probably only like four people~ I’m just writing this for fun, so that’s all that matters :) I’m sorry I couldn’t update sooner, a lot has been on my mind and I just needed to take a break, so I’ll try updating every week again! And just so you all know, AIT won’t be over for awhile! I’m thinking around 20 chapters? Ohhh, so the girl Maddie is based off in this story; I’m making the stuff up that happens/happened to her, okay? It’s not true, at least I hope to god not. None of the stuff in this story has actually happened to anybody I based these characters off of, that I know of.

Maggie’s POV

Three months. It’s been three months since my life has been turned upside down in more ways than one. Three months ago I was a broken, depressed, and very suicidal girl. I was put into therapy for my failed suicide attempt, where I was found by my best friend, Lilly. I was single, and I felt unloved, and like everybody would be better off without me. Aside from my broken life, I was in love with my best friend who was in a boyband with my childhood best friend, Zayn. I thought it was impossible for anybody to love somebody so broken, so sad, so... me. I was in love with the band All Time Low, and nobody could ever change my mind about how I feel about them. At the time I never realized how good I had it. I would find one good thing, only to cover it up with a flaw that I had thoroughly convinced myself was true. In the end, I was the only one hurting myself. But like I said, that was three months ago. So many things can happen in the short span of three months.

In the short amount of three months I have managed to change my life so much. I am a much happier person than I was before. I have my good and bad days, just like everybody else. I’m not completely healed, but I have managed to successfully complete my Therapy group, and I’ve helped others out of depression. I work with girls the ages of 13-19 and I have private sessions with anybody who needs to talk. They’ll call me if it’s urgent. I’m currently dating Mr. Zayn Malik. We’re closer than we have ever been, if possible. He makes me frowns into smiles and made my broken heart whole. He helped rebuild me, and he never left my side. I can never thank him enough for all of the bad nights that he went through. Zayn and I moved in together in a flat that is only five minutes away from the boys’ flats. Emma and Harry have broken their relationship off, for what reason, we don’t know. They haven’t told anybody, so we’re giving them their space. They’ll talk about it when they’re ready. All’s we know is, is Emma cried for hours. Neither of them look at each other anymore, and they haven’t talked in a month. Alex and Lilly moved into a flat five minutes outside of London, she only lives fifteen minutes away from us so we always have each other. Liam and Danielle are still together, and living in a flat in the same building as us. Louis and Niall share an apartment in the same building as us as well. To my enjoyment, Angie and Mitchel have not yet started dating, but they might as well be. They’re both planning on moving here to London to be closer together. We haven’t talked to them in about a week, which is really sad. We’ve tried talking to them, but nobody answers. I don’t really talk to the other people from the Therapy group, which is sad, but I heard they’re doing well. I do, in fact, keep in touch with All Time Low. They’re  always texting me pictures, and they like to call me just to see how I’m doing; it’s amazing. I love being best friends with my favorite band. Maddie and I have actually grown closer to each other. It turns out she only lives 10 minutes away, so we have girls nights a lot, and we listen to music. She’s basically a copy of me. I love her so much, she understands me to the fullest extent. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. She’s had a rough past very similar to mine.

“Maggie! You have a visitor!” Zayn yelled up the stairs. I shut my laptop, and walked out of our bedroom. I looked at the door and there stood Angie, but she was in tears. I ran to her, and pulled her to the couch. She was breathing really hard, and she was shaking.