Running Bases With You

Chapter 6

*Annabeth's POV*

"Hi! We're One Direction!"

Oh. My. Mother. Fucking. God.

This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't-

"Annabeth? You alright?"

Am I alright? Of course I'm not alright! My idols, heroes, my fucking lifesavers are sitting right in front and beside me, and I don't even think I'm breathing anymore. Oh dear God, please don't let me make a fool of myself.

"Will you excuse us for a moment please?" I hear Talia ask, nervously laughing when she finishes.

I see someone nod out of the corner of my eye, and Talia pulls me up out of my chair by my arm. She drags me off and into the toilets where she slams me into the wall.

She looks at me with the most crazed look. "What the fuck just happened?! Was that even real?!"

I don't say anything, but just stare at her. She snaps her fingers in my face and slaps my cheeks a few times, but I still don't move.

"Anna-B? Anna-B, this is serious! Snap out of it damn it!"

I raise my eyebrows, and continue looking at her with a crazed expression. I must look really out of it, because what she does next I don't think I was truly expecting. She steps back and slaps me across the face full force. The loud cracking sound echoing off the walls causes me to snap out of my strange trance. My hands fly to my cheek and caress it carefully as I feel tears spring into my eyes.

"What the hell Talia? You bitch, that hurt!" I scream at her.

"Well, what else did you expect me to do! You were acting like you were in a completely different world on a totally different planet! Stay with me here Annabeth!" She yells back at me.

"I'm sorry, alright! I'm just...shocked." I say the last part calmly.

I see her tense body relax slightly at my words. "And you don't think I'm not? C'mon Annabeth, you know they mean loads to me too. I've dreamt about it just as much as you have."

I look down at my shoes and let myself fall back against the wall. I slide all the way down until my bum hits the floor. Talia sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my body frame gently, pulling me a bit closer to her. I lean my head on her shoulder and she rubs my arm while I hug her.

You may be wondering why I'm so effected by all of this. Other than the fact that they're One Direction, one of the most famous bands on the planet, they're more than that to me. They've saved my life. As stupid and cliché as that sounds, it's true. They've been here for me when no one else has been, and they've never given up on me. They're the only people that I can rely on, that can make me happy, and that can never hurt me. There have been numerous times that I've stopped cutting, avoided cutting, forgotten about cutting, not skipped meal, or not thrown up my food because of them. Yes, I'm a self harmer and I'm bulimic, but I've been doing much better with quitting bulimia. But anyways, back to the point. Those five idiots have never, ever failed to put a smile on my face, or make me laugh, and them being right next to me hit a nerve. I've thought about this day for almost 2 years, but I never thought that it would happen. I'm just a normal twenty year old Irish girl, going to Uni, and trying to get somewhere in life. Nothing special there.

I lift my sleeve up on my jacket and trace my finger over my fading scars from being clean for a bit over two weeks now. Any intelligent person with eyes could see them if I didn't wear a jacket, and many people have noticed them before, especially my teammates. They question me about them, but I always change the subject and I even started wearing long sleeved Under Armor shirts to practice and during most games. Wearing them during the summer is a lot more complicated, so I try extra hard to stay clean to avoid wearing anything long sleeved.