Before any of you start, please read this. This is set in the point of view of a fan girl but there is glake in it, dw
Chelsea's day started of as any other fan girl's day would; you get up really early, around 7:30, don't eat breakfast until four hours later because you've watched every Club Cam ever, being sure to call out every line, then when you're finished your breakfast you go back to being trash and watch all their covers. ((Me all the time))
A notification popped up on the purple haired girl's phone indicating a tweet had been posted. She checked it to make sure it was one of New Hope Club's tweets and in this case it was.
@NewHopeClub: Facebook livestream at 2:30. It's very important...
This filled Chelsea's head with thoughts of curiosity and confusion.
What's this important thing? Why couldn't they tell us over a tweet? Surly it's not that important, is it?
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2:30 achingly rolled around and for Chelsea it was a struggle. The nagging question 'what's so important?' filled the girls head for that half hour and wouldn't leave her. The whole time she didn't go on her phone, with the exception of setting an alarm, and she just sat on her bed staring at her pretty boring ceiling. 2:25. More staring. 2:27. More staring. 2:28. Even more staring. 2:29. She typed in her password to her phone so it would unlock, leaving her to anxiously wait for the notification to pop up. 2:30. She jumped as it revealed on her screen, leaving her heart racing. She immediately hit it and she watched contently, finally calm.
"Facebook is building us an audience... Hey guys. Hi Chloe," came the words from George. He seemed to have a weak smile and that's when she took time to realize that the other two looked off.
"So, um- oh hi Chelsea"
Those words couldn't process through the girl's head. Her senpai, her fave, Blake Edward Richardson, noticed and said her name in a live stream.
"- so, uh, if you had seen our tweet earlier, you would know that there was something important we needed to tell you. And, um, this is, uh, this is really hard for us to tell you. And we've watched every video to do with this subject," Blake took a pause. A shaky sigh fell from his lips before he continued, "and I know those people say they're not trying to keep this as a secret and that they never would because they love you guys and stuff, but we can't lie to you like that. Maybe they were being genuine, but if we said we weren't then we would be lying and we don't want to do that to you guys. You support us so much and we love you so much it's unreal, so it's best we tell you the truth," his eyes fell to the floor of the hotel room. He lifted his head to see George give him a reassuring smile. He flickered his eyes so his view would be of the other blonde. He gave him a nod to let him know that it was time.
"We're... Bisexual. All of us. This is definitely one of the hardest things for us ever and if you choose to not support us that's your decision but don't go out of your way to purposely hurt us. We really hope you guys won't do that," Reece chuckled a humourless laugh while his head travelled to his trembling hands.
"So, as you guys know I'm with Emma, and I only recently came out to her. She was super supportive as was everyone else I told. And I know that for other lads it was the same. We all have our own different stories and I will start. So when I was younger I always New I was a weird kid. Like I was half normal. And it was weird. By the age of around 12, 13, I started to feel attracted to boys. But I was also attracted to girls. I just, I just thought, I was, uh, I was greedy and, um, every day, I would try to skip as many meals as possible, in the hope of becoming unattractive so that no one would ever love me nor feel attracted to me. I was, uh, I was sent to a rehabilitation program centre type thing and I tried to get better to get out as soon as possible. My mum and dad would keep a close eye on me making sure I would eat all my meals. Then I came across an article online," this part had obviously messed with Reece and made him slightly upset. "In the article it said that causing physical pain could take away, emotional pain. And I believed it,"
Chelsea's heart immediately shattered at the thought of him hurting himself. It was worse after she realised she couldn't sympathize with him as she never intentionally inflicted pain upon herself. All the popular girls would have hurt themselves for attention or because they 'had a bad day'. She heard them say they would 'cut' themselves because they got a low grade or something like that. Life was a bitch to Chelsea and she had no friends to talk to, but she never purposely hurt herself as she knew it could potentially kill her.
"So in the article it told me different ways of doing that. So, I decided I should try the most "effective" way. With a razor blade. So, it said that if I jump on it, it will break the plastic it will leave me with a single blade. After I picked up the broken pieces ((back at it again with the emo lyrics)) I lifted the blade and scrolled it across my skin, making sure to go as deep as possible. And I won't lie it did help. So every day I would do it and add on an extra cut. It then became a daily thing and in no time I had a shelf of scar-like-trophies. Though I didn't see it like that.
"One day I had a really awful day at school. People would call me things and it really hurt because they were true. But I didn't accept that. When I came home, I did more than usual. All the blood was seeping out and all I could see was blurry. Blurry everything. That's when I realized something was wrong. My mum was calling down for me, after I passed out. There were faint cries and then eventually, I couldn't see or hear. I then woke up in a hospital apparently four days later. They said I was lucky to have survived, though I didn't see it that way. Though after time had moved on, I realised I shouldn't have thought like that and I should just accept who I was and that's what I've done," tears streamed down the blonde's face and all Chelsea wanted to do was hug him and hold him tight.
"You okay mate?"
"Yeah, I'm fine,"
"Do you want us to go on?" The brunette asked.
"Yeah"
"I have something important to tell you also. Me and George are dating. We're together. And we do love each other very much. So go ahead and judge, but we don't care."
"Right guys, we know this is a lot to take in and I'm sorry we dropped on you like a tonne of bricks but I hope you all understand,"
"Thanks for watching our live stream, bye" they each waved their hands, blew a kiss and the screen went blank. That was it. The important news and Chelsea was so happy. Glake was real and that's all that mattered.
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Little different this chapter. You get to sympathise with Reece instead of Glake which I really like so yeah. Please like and comment and vote. Thanks x
