OKKKK SO I HAVEN’T POSTED IN AWHILE AND I’M SORRY
but I’ve gone through a lot... my best friend died and I just can’t really process anything at the moment so yeah; I’m really sorry. A lot has been going on and I’m getting everything ready for the funeral L
Song for this chapter: Say Something; A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera
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Depression
one word
one word that can easily destroy your life
I walked down the hall of the school where everyone was talking and standing with their usual group of friends. I haven’t talked to Niall in a couple of days, he hasn’t showed up to school, hasn’t texted, called, nothing. I went to his house but nobody answered when I rang the doorbell. I was worried, was Niall sick? What was going on?
before I could worry any more, Luke came up to my locker with a huge smile on his face.
“Well, someones really happy.” I state while giving a small smile. He frowned and looked me in the eyes.
“That someone obviously isn’t you, what’s wrong?” Luke knew something was wrong, but since he doesn’t like Niall, I don’t know if I should tell him.
“It’s Niall..” He frowns at the mention of his name, but I keep going. “ I’m kind of worried, he won’t answer and he isn’t coming to school.” Saying the words out load make me more anxious than I was before.
“Stacy, why do you care? Honestly, you guys aren’t dating.”
“But he’s my best friend.” I say a little too harshly.
“Then why am I even here? You care more about him then you do me, your boyfriend,” he paused for a second and looked at me. “You like him, don’t you?”
I don’t like Niall.
Do I?
No, of course not. He’s your best friend stupid.
“Oh my god,” Luke steps back. “You do like him.”
“What? No I don’t!” I try to say with full control, but me being me, I’m an awful liar.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you have no feelings for Niall fucking Horan.” He was getting angry and I could feel people beginning to stare. My eyes began to water and I could feel the palms of my hands beginning to sweat like crazy, a symptom of my social anxiety.
I didn’t like this, at all. The stares, the whispers. It made me nervous, and scared. Deep down, I knew that I did have feelings growing for Niall, but could you blame me? He was my first real friend, the person who has come into my life and I feel like he came in for a reason.
“I shouldn’t have to answer. You should trust me.” I stand my ground for once. I was sick of this. The constant being pushed around like I’m nothing. It happened at my old school and I wasn’t letting it happen ever again.
“I know why you won’t answer, you like him. It’s obvious,” he says lowly. “You can have him.” He turns around and walks out of the school, ignoring all my calls for him to stop.
I look around and I can see everyone going back to whatever pathetic gossip they were talking about in the first place.
How did any of this start? I was worried about Niall, is that a crime?
I walked out the school doors and walked straight home. When I got home, my mom wasn’t there, nothing new. I ran upstairs threw on some PJ’s and went back down stairs to just go on my phone and threw Instagram.
I lay on the couch for about an hour or so, before deciding to get up and make something to eat. Before I could even make it to the fridge the doorbell rang and I ran to go answer it.
I stood on my tippy toes and looked through the peep hole before unlocking it.
I was surprised to see 2 cops standing there, waiting patiently for me to open up. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it.
“Stacy Delarosa?” I shook my head and he took his hat off and slid his fingers through his hair before putting it back on.
“Is everything okay?” I panic to ask, but I don’t remember doing anything to get the police at my house? The police look at each other then back at me and the one who has just been standing there this whole time, finally speaks.
“I’m afraid your friend Niall…” My heart stopped and I blocked everything out after that
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AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED LIKE I SAID, ALOT HAS HAPPENED.
WOW, CLIFFF HANGER HAAAA X
SO MIDNIGHT MEMORIES CAME OUT AND IT'S PERFECTION AHH , MY FAVOURITE IS EITHER YOU AND I OR HAPPILY.
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{ this is chapter is dedicated to Chase Wolfe. R.I.P i miss you alot and love you with all my heart.}
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