Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 10

"We won! We won! We won! Ha! You lost!" Danielle sang, dancing around Liam. My brother rolled his eyes and chuckled before catching her around the waist and flinging her over his shoulder. She squealed out before fully realizing what had happened. "Li-Li! Put me down!"

"I think the winner deserves an award, don't ya think?" Liam asked as the boys laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Wait, what?! Liam, what's me-. Ahhhhh!" Danielle started to say, bust she was interrupted by Liam throwing her into the water. She emerged from underneath the surface, her curls flattened and sticking to her face. "Oh my God, Liam! It's cold!"

Liam was in fits of laughter on the floor, the boys all dying of laughter around him at Danielle's appearance and reaction to her prize. I stood off to the side, giggling silently. Everyone seemed to have forgotten I existed. We just got to the beach five minutes ago, and it's already happening. I inwardly sighed and wrapped my arms around my stomach. Right before Danielle had forced me out of the house, I had grabbed a random t-shirt and shorts. My bathing suit was already covering the few stars I made on my stomach, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. The shorts were long enough to hide my thighs, and bracelets swallowed my wrists.

I didn't wonder for too long why the boys and Danielle were ignoring me. The truth was pretty obvious. The boys were international pop stars, generous, funny, loved by many. Danielle was a beautiful, funny, slender dancer. Why would the six of them want to be seen with a fat, ugly troll like me?

I let my gaze and my mind wander. My mind to the reasons why I wasn't good enough for anyone, and my gaze to the water. I watched as the waves rose and then crashed over the shore, the tumultuous roar seeming to deafen my concentrated state. After awhile of staring absentmindedly at the water, I realized that I was jealous of the water and the sand.

The water, with its great and powerful waves. The sand, insignificant as one grain but a tremendous sight when placed together as one. Together, they made beauty, something I as a person lacked. Despite their heart-stopping beauty, I was more jealous of their relationship with each other. For as long as I've heard, a beach consisted of water and sand, the two converging and working together, becoming one and earning the well-known name of beach. Where there was a body of water, they was more likely to be sand nearby. The two had an ongoing friendship, one never leaving the other. Every day, water lapped up to meet the sand, taking some of its friend to explore the depths of its territory. Their friendship was forever, and it was something I wished I had.

Thanks to Zayn and my brother, no one really wanted to be my friend. I never had my own personal wave to keep me close and always remind me that they are here to stay. I never will.

I truly believed that Danielle would be the waves and I would be the sand. We had so much fun together when we went to the mall and when we had movie nights. In the entire week she's been here, I haven't forced myself to throw up once. Sure, I haven't been eating a whole lot either, but Danielle is oblivious to that. I've still cut though, several times, but Dani has been so helpful and supportive.

And yet, as I heard her and the boys laugh somewhere out of my line of view, I realized I was just a tool to her. She was only waiting for Liam to come home. She was bored, and I was there, practically begging for a friend. Her and the boys would go back to ignoring me, to not caring. Zayn would probably go back to bullying me, and the rest would laugh and agree with what he was saying. Liam would contribute embarrassing stories of from my past that would result in scorning and jeering.

Deep down, I knew I didn't truly believe any of this. I knew that Danielle was my friend, and that Liam had been sincere with his apology. Yet I forced myself into believing that I was just a tool to them, a toy to be played with and then thrown into the back of the closet, forgotten.