Teach Me How To Love ♥ (A One Direction Teacher/Student FanFic)

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Dear Misery,

First of all, I wanted to apologize for how badly I treated you. That is no way a mother should treat her child. I should have been there for you because it's taken me this long to realize that I wasn't the only one that was hurting when he left us. Misery, I cannot express the hate I feel towards myself knowing that I left you alone and blamed you while I was drowning in my own sorrows. I can not even tell you how sorry I am this is the way I have to tell you this instead of holding you close and telling you in person.

Rehab has helped me grow and change into someone new. I am slowly getting better and glad to say that since I've arrived here I haven't picked up a glass of whiskey. I ask about you everyday and one of my nurses tells me that one of your teachers are taking care of you while I'm here.

I've been thinking about what will happen when I return home. Hopefully I can get a job -preferably one at a rehab center like this so I can help others overcome their addiction - and you can return living with me again.

Sadly, my hour on the computer is almost up, so I want you to know that I'm so sorry for what I've become and I hope you can forgive me one day.

Your always in my heart baby girl.

I love you,

Mom xoxo

My mind ran blank as I scanned over the words, two, three, four more times, but they just remained letters strung together to form meaningless syllables. I could only stare at the email and what it contained, but my mind couldn't comprehend anything that was written. My breath was heavy and the only thing I could feel was the hard thumping of my heart.

After forcing myself to re-read it and digest every word written, I jumped up from my seat as tears stung my eyes and scrambled away from the laptop as if it were a monster out to get me.

The person who wrote this was not my mother. Whoever had written this email was playing some cruel joke on me, because no one could turn her back into the caring person my monster of a mother was before.

"What if she changed?"

A small voice inside my head asked. I quickly slammed the laptop shut, not wanting to see the lies any longer.

I sat on the bed and took a shaky breath, just staring at the wall in a trance. It was like the words had engraved themselves into my memory as they replayed in my over and over again.

Baby girl.

It had been so long since she called me that. The last I remembered her calling me that was before Dad left, and before she turned into an alcoholic nightmare.

I pulled the covers off of the bed and climbed in, not caring that I wasn't wearing pajamas. I knew that I wasn't going to sleep, but I forced my eyes shut and just listened to the world around me, trying to distract myself form anything but my thoughts before I drifted into a dreamless state.

*~*~*

The rest of the week dragged on until it wad finally Friday. I continued to get emails from my "mother, continued to ignore Abby, and Louis continued to not show up at his job. I was getting quite worried since I had no way of communication with him and knowing if he was okay or not.

I was currently sitting in the library reading a book I that had already read, and eating my lunch. I avoided Abby at all costs, even if that meant eating my lunch by myself in the library like the loser I was.

I was just about to turn the page in my favorite part when someone cleared their throat. My eyes snapped up and was met with shy blue ones.

"Uh, hi." Niall waved awkwardly. I waved back and he sat himself down beside me in the non-fiction isle. There was a uncomfortable silence before he broke it by clearing his throat again. "What book are you reading?"