Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

61- Leaps of Faith and The Endings they Cause.

February 26, 2013

"I'm sorry Niall. I can't stay here anymore. All the fans hate me. I saw the tweets."

I haven't been on twitter yet, but I already know what they'll say.

"I've changed. I don't like the new me. I need to go somewhere where no one will ever find me."

I heard him groan some more... most likely he was trying to convince me to stay. To untie him.

I ignored the noise and grabbed my purse, my phone, and my charger. Everything else I needed was in my car.

I opened my window, purse on my shoulder and looked at how far I was from the ground. I was on the second floor; all I saw below was concrete, closer to the house I saw a bush, a few bushes.

I looked back at Niall... he was crying, he looked so desperate. I quickly calculated my jump and passed the window as I heard the door be forced open.

When I landed, I hit-hard.

But I landed completely in the bushes. I am so glad that Simon had my room away from the front of the house and had walls higher than the house itself around the outer edges.

I got up and groaned. I was definitely bruised. I have no idea what type of bushes these are, but they are definitely are softer than the ground.

I heard my name being called as I ran for my car, keys in hand. Once there, I threw out everything out of the backseat that was not a clothes-bearing suitcase, they became lawn ornaments.

I saw the front door open when I started my car, Niall being the first to come out running as fast as he could. But he was no match for the car.

I pressed the button to open the front gate and sped off into the coming night. I drove for 10 minutes making a bunch of random turns before I stopped at the park. Funny, this is where I make a lot of choices.

After closing my phone and making my purchase, I drove. My phone's GPS directing me the entire way.

All my thoughts jumbled as I drove.

Where was I going?

Why was I going?

Where would I stay?

I should probably go back.

No, I can't go back.

But what about the boys?

What about Niall?

What about ME?

They can handle themselves.

Can they?

They can. They have to.

But can you handle yourself without them?

Yes I can, I'm a grown woman.

Yet, here you are running.

I'm not running. I just need some air.

Sure. Couldn't you just go for a run to get that?

No, then they'd find me.

So?

I need to get away from all of them, all of this.

You sure it will be this easy?

Yes it will.

~Turn left~

~Your destination will be on the right~

I turned right and parked my car.

I put my sunglasses on and put all my hair in a black beanie that I keep in here for emergencies.

I pulled out my luggage and began my walk inside, past all the paps, all the teenage girls who were waiting for a celebrity I couldn't name.

I was almost in the clear. I had my bags checked and walked to my gate. But before I could, I had run into someone, dropping my purse as I did so.

I went for my things quickly, the stranger helping me. I looked up to say thank you but all I saw was a person, frozen. Face of pure excitement.

"Y-your Olivia Cowell."

"No, no I'm not." I snatched my ID from her fingers.

"Yes, yes you are. Oh my god, you're my idol! I LOVE YOU!" I couldn't cover her mouth in time. The paps took one look at the girl, then me and started to run. I grabbed my purse and joined them in doing so. Only, I was running away from them.

I patted myself on the back for wearing sneakers.

I ran, my brain went haywire.

Where can I hide? Where, WHERE?!

Then I saw the door, it was glowing, calling me to it.

When I reached it I opened it and slammed it behind me. Thank god for locks on doors.

Outside all I heard was paps screaming. Fans screams mixed in.

I backed myself into the wall. It was white, tiled and cold. There were 4 sinks and 4 stalls. It smelled like cinnamon. The accents on the walls were red along with the fake flowers between the sinks.

I made the mistake of pulling out my phone and going to twitter.

My mentions were everywhere.

"@OliviaBlaeyy's the reason Zayn and Harry were arrested."

"No one likes you @OliviaBlaeyy, your just living off the boys' fame."

"I hate you @OliviaBlaeyy kill yourself."

"If Max dies, you'll die next. @OliviaBlaeyy"

The tweets went on and on like this. Only a few were defense ones and some were people who had no idea who I was, but I was the only thing on their timelines.

I got up, leaving my purse on the floor and walking-no, stumbling to the counter. Gripping the edge so hard I was pretty sure my knuckles were white.

I looked at my reflection. My un-natural red hair; the face that I was taught how to make... so it looked just right for the magazines. The face that meant millions to many people.

Everyone was so happy with me. They all loved my style, my sound, my voice, my life.

Keyword MY life.

If it's my life, why am I not happy with it?

I keep staring and this person in the mirror becomes a stranger. A hideous stranger that I want nothing to do with.

I get so angry at this person. I want her gone. Not existent. Dead.

I raise my fist, shaking with fury, and punch the glass as hard as I can.

Ignoring the pain and the blood that was pouring through my knuckles.

No longer seeing the stranger in the mirror.

But I couldn't run, no matter how much I try.

I could feel them gloating, laughing at me.

I looked down, and there they were on the broken glass...

All of my Shattered Reflections.

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This is the end.
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