Ashlee's Pov
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Pain was drowning me in a tide full of tears. He kissed her....in front of me. I fucking knew falling for that fool would be such a big mistake and a painful ending. I hated it. I fucking hated it.
Tears streamed down my face as I quickly made my way to my room, I slowly closed the dopor behind me and collasped on the bed.
Why are you crying Ashlee, when you know that he's not yours? He doesn't belong to you...He belongs to Hanna.
Stop, please. It hurts.
What are you going to do about it? Are you going to cry like some worthless, unloved little girl?
I am loved...by my mother and Gemma.
Really? You're such gullible.
What are you talking about?
Stop fooling yourself Ashlee, no one loves you. And If you weren't so quiet, maybe you couldve been the girl who kissed Niall five minutes ago. You're such a fucking weak girl, it's better if you leave. Everyone would be so relief...
More tears gushed as my harsh thoughts started to kick in. I leaned against the bed wall, looking up the white ceiling. I am so worthless..
A sudden noise, interrupted my thoughts. "Ashlee!" I heard Liam's vocie yell. I got up slowly, walking over to the door. Why does he sound urgent?
I opened the door, revealing a puffed Liam. "Aren't you getting ready?" He asked, looking from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. What is he doing?
"For what?" I asked, in a confused tone. "Camp, duh!" Liam said, giving me a weird glance. Oh shit, I forgot about camp.
"Er..Eh-I will get ready!" I said, giving a panick glance to Liam, as I turned back to my room. "Here, I will help you..." He insisted, walking into my room.
"What? Helping me get undressed?" I joked, trying my best to forget about the incident that happened recently. He gave me a cheesy grin, "I'm not like your brother." Liam plopped onto my bed, "I will help you pack your clothes...while your getting undressed in the um- bathroom."
I smiled, at least this lad is making me a tad better. "Okay. Don't mind the bras or the undies."
I heard Liam's chuckle behind me, as I left the room.
Although I still feel, empty. I feel like if I miss someone-
Niall. I miss that idiot. But he-
Fucking hell, Ashlee. Get over him, you're so pathetic.
I-
I lost my thoughts when I bumped into someone...well the wrong someone. Niall.
He looked down at me with a guilty feeling in his eyes. But someone else caught my eyes, Hanna. She was linking her arms with Niall.
I felt as if someone stabbed my heart a million times, it hurted.I could feel tears threatening to spill. My whole body was numb, it was like as if I couldn't even blink. I stood still.
Hanna sighed, "um are you okay?"
I ignored, instead I stared into Niall's blue eyes. "I'm fine, I'm better actually." I lied, trying to blink again.
Suddenly, Liam appeared. Carrying a bra in his hand, "Ash do I keep your bras in the bag or the suitcase-" He stopped, when he saw Niall and Hanna. I saw Liam's face turn red into a tomatoe, as he cursed to himself.
"My bag..love." I said, before linking my arms with Liam, just like Hanna did with Niall. Liam was surprised at first, but he then felt more comfortable. As I walked with him to my room, I quickly turned my head towards Niall.
His face was priceless.
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Blaire's Pov.
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"We're going to camp, in about a hour. Also, I got Niall wrapped around my finger."
"Good sweetie."
"So...what's your next plan?"
"Hurt her."
"Physically or mentally?"
"Physically, of course. And Nathan is apart of it."
"My ex? What?"
"Yes your ex."
"But mum-"
"Hear the plan or I will hurt your little boyfriend, Niall."
"Fine..tell me then."
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ASHLEE IS ON THE SIDE :)))
A/N: SORRY FOR A PRETTY SHORT CHAPTER.
BUT ANYWAYS, SOMETHING BIG WILL HAPPEN :) YES, SOME PHYSICAL ABUSE WILL HAPPEN....BUT ALSO......DEATH.
GET TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS(: \
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