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Chapter 3
Nialls POV
I cannot believe this! The video of that girl… Felicity, was that her name? Was all over the news! How the heck did it get on the news? Zayn pulled up her twitter to see her followers were multiplying by the minute; she was getting hate… bad hate, along with some things from our real fans. After what happened today at Nandos I have a feeling hate is the last thing she needs. Just freaking great! You have really done it now Horan! Maybe I should just leave; I mean I am causing so much freaking trouble for everyone!
“You are not leaving! Now shut up talking that way!” Liam says pointing a finger at my face. I guess I was mumbling out loud again; I really need to stop that!
“Then what am I going to do? Sit around till I cause someone else pain? What if that girl kills herself because of all the hate she getting? What if she can’t put up with it? What if they start going at her friend for standing up to that girl? Then there could be two dead girls and it would all fall down to me!” I yell at Liam, every eye was on me but I didn’t care. I was so mad! I ran my hand threw my hair before running up the steps, ignoring the boys calling my name.
Rosetta’s POV
I usually don’t let the bullies get to me, but right now all the hate I was getting over Twitter and Facebook was crazy. I hated it. I felt horrible. People calling me horrible names, telling me how I needed to lose a lot of weight. It felt bad. I didn’t want to turn to self-harm because I didn’t see the point of causing myself more pain. I didn’t want to kill myself because then Felicity would have to put up with the bullies alone.
If only my parents were here to help us. Lord knows Felicity needs a mother figure in her life! My eyes start to water at the thought of my parents.
They died two years ago in a car wreck; I decided to run away after that. I wasn’t about to go into foster care since I was only sixteen at the time. Felicity had been living with us for three years when that happened, we ran away together. Two sixteen year olds alone. Luckily I knew a guy who was great at making fake ID’s, we both got jobs aside from school and we got the smallest flat London had to offer. Anytime people would ask for my parents I would tell them they were on a business trip. I was so glad school was almost over! No more dealing with bullies. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t see the ugly person the people on Twitter were talking about, No, I saw a beautiful girl whom had a very bright future! I saw the prettiest blond curls in the world! And the sparkliest blue eyes! Yes this is what I did when I started feeling like the bullies had gotten to me. And to be totally honest… it worked! Now if I could just get Felicity to start feeling better.
