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*HARRY’S P.O.V*
“Ew, as if you’d even come here thinking that the boys would even want to see you. You’re so fucking ugly and you have no boobs. You cake faced slut. The only reason the boys are talking to you is because they feel sorry for you because they know you’ll never be anything to anyone. So please, kill yourself. Thanks.” A young girl sneered at a beautiful girl that looked about 15.
Just as I was about to defend the girl, she stepped in.
“Wow, I’m sorry. I know I’m not pretty and honey, just because I’m not wearing a pushup bra that’s too big for me? No need to hate on others because you’re not the prettiest either, but we can’t really tell because of the amount of shit you have smothered on your face. And Honestly, it’s quite repulsive. Also, I wouldn’t give to shits if the boys pitied me because, there is NOTHING to pity? I didn’t come here to make friends, I came here to tell the boys how amazing they are, because real fans like me do that, but sluts like you are only in it for the dick. And sorry to break it to you, but you're nothing but a thirsty little slut. But I couldn’t care about any of that, what disgusts me most is the fact that you told me to kill myself. That’s so fucking dirty, but you're probably really insecure so you make others look bad so you feel superior to them, but that’s not working in this case. And I don’t know if people at your school actually like you or not but I actually feel sorry for you, but most of all I feel sorry for your parents because they have such an ungrateful, disrespectful daughter." She stopped to look at me, pain clearly in her eyes.
"And I’m sorry you had to see this Harry because this is the last thing I wanted to do, but I wasn’t just going to let that slide. Thank-you for giving me the best 3 years… I should be going now though… Thank-you and bye.”
As she walked out, the girl that called her out laughed a hhiigh pitch laugh.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I growled at her fishing my phone out of my pocket after it vibrated, thinking it was a text from one of the boy or Paul or Preston, but I was wrong, it was a Kik from Alicia.
‘Just got into a fight with this chick while I was in the group of girls talking to Harry... :( ’ THAT WAS ALICIA?! FUCK!
‘‘Someone had to tell her eventually, she wasn’t even that pretty.’’ She replied.
“Well honey, I don’t know if the amount of makeup on your face is affecting you sight but she is absolutely stunning, and I’m so against people putting others down, but you should really stop thinking your shit don’t stink because it does and karma is a bitch and its gonna get you good.” I spoke back harshly.
I quickly shot back a Kik to Licia seeing if she was okay. She said she was but I don’t think she is… I mean, she has depression and anxiety, the last thing she needs is a girl calling her all these names and saying she should kill herself, because Alicia is worth so much more than that and she deserves every good thing that comes her way.
“You’re nothing but an egotistical cunt, you can’t even sing that well… You’re only in the band because you’re hot.” She shot back.
Honestly, I’ve heard that too many times to be offended, it still hurt a little but I don’t really mind.
“YOU KNOW WHAT! YOU’RE NOT A FAN. REAL FANS WOULD DIE TO BE IN THIS POSITION BUT YOU WOULDN’T KNOW BECAUSE YOU’RE A SELFISH LITTLE BITCH. FUCK OFF OUT OF MY SIGHT AND DON’T COME NEAR ANY OF THE BOYS OR I AGAIN. DO YOU HEAR ME?” I screamed at her. Her eyes welled up with tears as she ran off.
“Boys, that was Alicia that just got into the fight, I’ll be back, I’m going to see if she is okay.” I spoke to my band members that were watching the scene in front of them. Iturned around, fists clentched, white fists.
After Licia and I spoke a little more, discussing how although I don’t know her, I know her; I know what she is like, I found out where she was I thought I’d go surprise her, so she knows I care.
‘Hey Alicia?’ I kik'd
'Yeah?'
'Look up' I replied standing a meter in front of her.
As she looked up and saw me a look of surprise, shock, sadness, embarrassment and happiness filled her eyes.
"H-Harry?" She spoke quietly.
"Hey Licia.." I spoke back wearily.
"How do you know my name?" Confusion etched in her voice.
I took my phone out and went into Kik and typed a simple 8 letter word into the text box.
'SURPRISE'
Her phone vibrated as I put mine away, her eyes studied the word as she read it multiple times checking she wasn’t seeing things. Her eyebrows furrowed, tongue slightly poking out of her pink lips that are slightly opened, her bright blue eyes that have black eyeliner perfectly framing her top lid and coffee brown liner on her bottom, everything that makes her, simply her.
“Surprise, love.” I grinned.
“You’re James?” She spoke with an emotion I couldn’t read.
“Um… Yeah?” I queried.
“I poured my heart out to you. You know all my secrets. You know what you have done for me along with the rest of the band?!” She said, annoyed.
“Love, I’m so sorry! I really am, I just wanted to talk to someone that would like me for me and when I stumbled across your Twitter and read your bio finding your Kik name I thought I’d give it a shot. I have told you things I haven’t told the boys, I trust you and you can trust me too. When I found out that was you that got into the fight, I was so pissed off. When you left I set the girl straight! You’re so amazing and you deserve to have an amazing life. You’re simply perfect Alicia Rose Smith.” I spoke with so much emotion, as I kneeled in front of her holding the sides of her face ever so delicately like she’d break at any moment.
She looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes as she twiddled her fingers.
“You really did that for me?” She smiled ever so slightly.
“I’d do anything for you!” I grinned.
Alicia grabbed my hands and stood up, pulling me into one of the warmest, most delicate, tingly hugs ever. She gives the most amazing hugs, she wrapped her arms around my neck squeezing me with just the right amount of strength and my arms rested around her skinny waist, slightly squeezing her.
“Licia… Are you wearing our perfume?” I chuckled as I breathed in admiring her scent.
“Shut up, it smells good.” She mumbled into the side of my neck a smile etched on her beautiful face.
Is it possible I like a 15 year old?
