Nobody Cares. (One Direction Fan Fiction)

From Reading To A Pillow Fight

Author's Note

Please read the other authors note at the end! No offence to anyone who has dyslexia when they read what Belle says. This is just what she thinks.

{Belle's POV}

"What movie do you want to watch Bellyboo?" Louis asked as he sat down on the couch beside me. I really could care less. I want to go up to bed and cry.

That was so embarrassing! I can't get over that. I'm stupid. You might as well call me mental retarded. I can't tell letters apart! I can't even read a simple sentence that most third graders can!

I'm stupid. My mother was right. I'm a worthless bitch. She always called me stupid. Always insulted me and all this time she was right!

Why can't the boys be gone and I can kill myself?

Everything would be easier if the boys never saved me. It was a mistake to call Zayn. My life was a mistake.

"It doesn't matter." I said in almost a whisper. All the boys gave me a sympathetic look, but I ignored them. I don't need their sympathy, I know I'm a worthless piece of shit.

One of the boys sighed. I'm not sure who, I'm to busy paying my attention to my legs. My thighs look so fat when I'm sitting. Am I the only one who has noticed that? The fat just spreads out.

"How about we read?" Harry offered taking the spot on the other side of me. "No." I stated, clearly not wanting to read. Why in God's name would I want to read after what just happened? He sighed before standing up. "Well we're going to, right lads?" My eyes shot up to all of the boys sitting around the couch. They all chorused a 'yeah' or 'yes' with hopeful smiles.

"Have fun reading because there's no fucking way I'm reading." I mumbled under my breath as I looked back down at my fat thighs.

Harry sat back down in his recent spot but this time with a book in his hands. Not 'The Pigman' but a little kid book called 'Dream Sleeve'. "Who wants to start?" Harry asked as he tapped the book against his leg. "I will!" Niall cheered, taking the book out of Harry's grasp.

I leaned back on the couch and started playing with the hem of my shirt. Niall's thick Irish accent filled the room reminding me of Klark. He has pale Irish skin like Niall.

Even though I loved being here with the guys I'd love to be back home. Not with my mom, but with my friends. I miss them so much. They were like siblings to me. I talk to them almost every day and I will not lose contact with me no matter what.

But seeing them over Skype and calling each other isn't the same. There was something about each of them that made them so different from other friends.

Rose always stands up for me. Once a kid pushed me in the hall on accident without" apologising and she yelled at him right in the hall. The kid apologised to me ten times.

Joseph is like my brother. He can always make me smile at the worst of times. We joke around like brother and sister and I can't stay mad at him for more than a day.

Leah always lets me dress her up. If she ever needs to borrow an accessory or fashionable jacket she lets me pick.

Juliet is like a therapist. That sounds weird but she always listens to me when I'm upset. If I need to rant, she's there. If I'm in tears and it's because of a secret I have she keeps the secret and helps me.

Klark has the cheesiest jokes. His knock knock jokes are dumb, but very funny. You can't not laugh at them. The way he laughs so hard over it you laugh along with him.

Stewart always talks about sports with me. No matter what sport he knows what happened in the game. If I'm confused about something that happened in a game he'll explain it.