Running is not going good. Brooke was going really fast as everyone tried to keep up. We ran for ever and kept begging for a brake. Harry was trying to catch up, flirting with her a lot too. He has been since they met, but i feel like he is doing it more obvious now because i told him my feelings told her, now he's just rubbing it in my face, and i don't like it at all. I gotta do something.
I was trying to get around everyone to catch up with her. I was about to tap her shoulder when i somehow tripped and almost landed on my face. This is why i don't have a girlfriend.
All the guys behind me started cracking up. Brooke obviously heard and turned, to see me on the floor. She held back a smile as she walked over to help me up.
"Are you okay?" She asks as we start lightly jogging again.
"I'm fine." I mumble.
"You sure?" She asked again.
"Yeah, go run the last bit by yourself." I say realizing were about half mile from home and we have been slowing her down. I also don't want to talk about this anymore.
"Okay thanks!" She yells, sprinting ahead.
"Smooth." Harry chuckles as he comes up to me. "This will be easier then i thought." He says in my ear so only i here.
-BROOKE POV-
After i got home, i had to wait a while for the boys to come. I went back on twitter without thinking. I saw more, worse things. Probably because i'm with all the boys now. I couldn't take it, crying didn't help. All those girls don't even know me! But they called out all my insecurity and flaws.
Without thinking i ran to the bathroom. My legs a little sore as i sat in front of the toilet, puking.
I heard yelling down stairs. Telling me the boys arrived. I tried to stand up, but i couldn't so i just kept crying. The door finally turned open with the only face i wanted to see.
"Brooke." He said sliding over to me, holding me in his lap on the floor. I let my head rest on his chest as he hummed softly in my ear.
"What happened?" Niall asked after a while. Now i didn't want him here.
"The donut." I try to blame it on that.
"You ate half of it." He said showing he's not stupid.
"Running." I think of another lie.
"You run all the time." I could tell his patients was running out.
"I went back on twitter." I say hanging my head.
"WHAT!?" He said while getting up. I whimper at his loud voice and lost of contact.
"I forgot." I say quietly.
"How could you forget!?" He said just as loud as before.
"Because i usually can go on my own twitter with out being harassed all the time!" I say matching his voice.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly hanging his head, realizing it's his fault.
"No, I didn't mean it like that."
"No it's okay, it's my fault." It's his fans, not him.
"Stop, okay it's not. I'm fine."
He just nods and walks to the other room and returns, looking down at my phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Disabling your twitter."
I was about to protest but he cut me off.
