I wasn't really sure why I wasn't freaking out when I found out the boys had tweeted me.
It was a combination of being too exhausted, the fact that the tweets were about my mom and because they had indirected/tweeted me before so it wasn't new yet all these tweets made the weight on my heart less heavy.
What really made me feel better was Luke's texts though. Yes I told him I loved him even though I had never met him or knew what he looked like. But somehow I trusted him on his word and I believed he wasn't a 60 year old pedophile.
"How are you doing babes?" I watched as Ana took a seat on my bed. I shrugged, "I'm doing okay." I spoke trying to sound convinced.
To be completely honest I was struggling a bit, I had just lost my only parent I could ever trust on, I was confused about the whole Luke thing. The only positive right now was Ana and the fact that the concert wasn't that far away.
"Everything will be alright, just remember that you always have me and my parents as well. You know they treat you like their own daughter, you have a family Elsie. Please remember that." I sniffed at her comforting words. She engulved me in her arms as I sobbed into her shoulder.
Sometimes the only thing you needed was a little time to recover, and supportive people of course.
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