Everything About You // l.t.

Eighteen

Rachel POV
2 weeks later

"Oh wow, look at that duck!" I yelled in amusement as a duck was struggling to keep it's ducklings near and Brett laughed. He took me to Boston today as a one year aniversary.

I smiled and went on my tip toes to give him a quick peck on the lips and he accepted with a big smile.

"I love you Rachel, please never leave me." He begged.

"Like I ever will!" I chuckled.

His smile grew larger, "Want to go grab some lunch?"

"Sure, where do you wanna go?" I asked.

"I was thinking.. we could go to McDonalds?" he suggested.

"Very fancy." I said sarcastically.

"Lets go!" He cheered, grabbing my hand.

*At McDonalds*

We got our burgers and we sat down outside to eat. My phone buzzed in my pocket "Hold on, I got a text." I said.

I whipped out my phone and saw it was from Lou. Lou and I are really good friends again, he said he's fine I am with Brett but I know he doesn't enjoy it.

I sighed slowly and opened the text up. It read: "Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach with me and the boys today?"

"Whos the text from?" Brett asked.

"Oh, just Lou." I answered.

"What is with you and that guy?" Brett asked. I knew he tried to sound nice but I can tell he wasn't happy.

"Nothing babe. Me and Louis are just friends, I told you already." I said, trying to sound as persuasive as possible.

"You know what, I'm sick of you always hanging out with him." He stated.

I stared up at him. "What is that supposed to mean?!" I protested.

"There is something going on between you and "Lou" I know it!" He yelled, putting finger quotes around Lou.

"How could you say such a thing! Theres nothing going on between us and there never will be!" I yelled, people starting to stare.

"You are such a liar! You little slut." He murmured the last part.

"Did you just call me a slut?" I asked, anger building up inside of me as I stood up.

"Yes I did." He answered, folding his arms and feeling proud.

"I am not a slut! There is nothing between me and Lou!" I insisted. "You know what? I cannot believe after all this time you still don't trust me. There is nothing going on between me an him and if you don't believe it then too fucking bad. You don't deserve me, we're through. Goodbye Brett." I said, getting up from the table and walking away. I did not dare to look back because I know he is staring at me.

Me and him got here by riding on our bikes, so I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and sprinted to our bikes. I unlocked my bike from the post and sat down on it. I sat there for a second, just thinking about what just happened. And then it hit me.

I just broke up with Brett. Whatever, fuck Brett. If he doesn't trust me, that's his problem.

I started to pedal slowly to the road and head home. I noticed tears streaming down my face.

"I can never keep my boyfriend, can I?" I mumbled. "Maybe I shouldn't date again. Yeah, seems about right."

*Home*

I rode my bike into my driveway and got off, leaving it to fall to the ground. I ran to my door and unlocked it as quickly as possible. I slammed the door behind me, leaving me scared and alone. I then ran to the living room, shutting all the curtains, making it completely quiet and dark.

I sat down on my couch and brought my knees to my chest and started to rock back and forth, wiping the tears from my face every so often.

Slipping my phone out of my pocket I realized Brett sent me six text messages. I huffed and rolled my eyes but decided to open them anyways.

1. "Babe I am so, so sorry. It was a huge mistake please dont leave me. </3"

2. "Babe answer me plz. you said you wouldn't leave me. plzz. i miss you."

3. "ugh. fine. be a bitch."

4. "lou is a big whore anyways."

5. "fuck you."

6. "bye."

The last 4 made me cry. He doesn't care, he obviously doesn't see what he did wrong. Then someone called me. It was Louis, I answered immediantly.

"H-Hi." I murmured.

"Rach?" he asked. "Are you okay? Brett called me and yelled at me."

"He yelled at you?!" I nearly screamed.

"Yes." He sighed.

"What did he say?!"

"He told me I stole his girl and more immature things." He murmured.

"I'm sorry Lou. Today I realized how much of a dick Brett is, I broke up with him because he didn't trust me."

"You did?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"Mhm." I mumbled.

"Oh. So, what do you say? Do you want to go to the beach with us or no?" He asked, trying to sound cheerful as if he was trying to make me happy.

"Yeah, okay sure." I accepted.

"Great!" He cheered. "So, make sure you have a towel and a bathing suit, we'll be over in 10 minutes!"

"Yeah okay Mum. Bye!" I giggled silently.

He chucked. "Bye!" I hung up and sat there for a couple seconds, still thinking of Brett. I shook him out of my head, though. I don't need him to be happy.

I happily got off of my couch and opened the shades, letting the warm sunlight shine through. I smiled and ran upstairs and grabbed a random purple bag I had.

Running over to my room, I realized how much trouble it will be to be in public with the boys. Like, the fans and the paparazzi. Oh well. I opened my bathing suit drawer, and being as picky as I am, it took me forever to pick a suit.

"This bikini is perfect." I cheered. "No wait, it shows too much." And I put it back.

-

I finally chose a blue bikini that doesnt show a lot and I quickly put it on. I put a cute white Minecraft shirt on and some paint splatter designed shorts and slipped into some white flip-flops. I rolled up a red striped towel and stuffed it into my bag.

Walking up to my vanity, I put my hair into a perfect pony tail. I do this because I have very long hair that gets annoying when I go swimming. I slipped some extra hairties onto my wrist and put my brush into my bag just in case. I sprayed some of my rare "Sweet Pea" perfume on and put the bottle into my bag too.

I'm ready for the beach.

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Edited as of 12/29/14