chapter 1:
im your usual blogger of one direction but i am just a teenager. im 17 years old. no one knows me. the people who are fans of one direction that are at my school. bully me but on the web they comment on my web site telling me on how awesome and brave i am to be putting up with the bullies. only if they knew what they were talking to.
but im not just any ordinary girl. i message one direction but never really seen them in person. i interview them over direct messages on twitter and that is it. they don't know what i look like. all they think of me is that i am a 30 year old woman that is called Rain Calin. when i am 17 years old and called Delilah Hartman.
so i am currently on my website writing the 34th chapter on my one direction fan fiction called 'disapeared'
here is a little bit of it.
chapter 34:
the hate was getting to me. why does this even have to have a outcome of dating a celeberty? why do i have to take this? i need to tell niall its over. but then i will get more hate by breaking his heart. i walked through the door to our flat and right in my face him making out with his ex.
''why?'' i asked in a slight whisper.
he jumped up from his seat and his crystal blue eyes meeting mine.
''Samantha.'' he gasped.
''is this why you told me we couldn't go out last night?'' a few tears escaped my eyes.
his head dropped to the floor.
''then i don't need to say anything we are done niall.'' i told him walking out of the flat tears breaming from my eyes left and right. why? why me?
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so theres a little bit of my story.
''DELILAH ANNE HARTMAN ITS TIME FOR YOU TO GO TO SCHOOL'' my mom yelled to me from don stairs.
''OKAY'' i yelled back. i hated when she used my middle name.
i looked at my outfit one time white converse, skinnies and a 'hipster please' loose tank top. i snapped a picture of the outfit and put it under the outfit of the day box on my website. one comment was posted
-love your style wish i could meet you in person love, Katie-
i grabbed my jansport backpack and left.
~school~
people kept looking at me then their phones. one of the most popular girls came up to me. she is also know as 'the biggest directioner' she gets all of her information from my website.
''nice outfit loser''
i never said anything back but heres my chance ''that's not what you said on my website''
''don't tell me your the owner of the most popular one direction page where they get to interview one direction because if you are then i should stop you there because there is no doubt that i will be friends with a loser like you''
''think what you want to because i am'' i said and left her their.
i quickly went onto the website on my phone and saw her new post.
-go die in a ditch you fake bitch Katie-
that cut like a blade. wait speaking of blades do i have mine. i went into the bathroom and locked the door. i rummaged through my backpack and found the little sharp object. i held it up to my wrist and slid it across my wrist slowly. stress pouring out like the blood in my wrist. i slit another deep line and washed the blade off to put it back into my backpack. i rinsed off the blood and looked at all my other scars.
the blood stopped and i waited for the bell to ring so i can ditch school. a few minutes passed and the bell rang. i walked out of the bathroom and through the school doors to the nearest starbucks by London high.
i sat down at an empty table and opened my twitter. i clicked on direct messages and saw that harry messaged me.
-when can we do a face to face interview-
-uh i don't think we can do that but we can snapchat the interview?-
-no the boys and i are in London today and tomorrow and we think we should do a face to face interview-
at that moment the 5 guys i have been interviewing walked through the door.
''hi miss. can we sit here with you?'' the one called zayn asked properly.
''yes''
-uh harry?-
-yeah? we can do it now?-
-okay where do you want to meet?-
-well i am next to you soo-
he looked up at me with wide eyes.
''your a hibarite'' he said
i furrowed my eye brows i felt liams stare at my wrist.
''harry dont'' he said sternly. he pointed to my wrists with his eyes and harry looked.
i withdrew my hands from the table and put them under it.
''can we just do the interview?'' he said. i nodded. ''start off as your real name''
''my name is Delilah anne Hartman and i am 17 years old the person who has been giving you guys the interviews''
they all nodded.
''why do you have scars on your wrists?'' niall asked.
''i will tell you that later on. but so what my viewers what to know is why are you guys so passionate to your fans?''
''well...'' liam started we continued on with the questions for about 2 hours then it was time for them to leave.
''thank you again guys so i will tweet you guys when the information is up on my website and yeah'' i said waving them off and exiting towards the back and walking home.
