Falling In Love with My Best Friend (1D & 5SOS Fan-fiction)

Damsel in Distress

Kelsey's POV

It has been two whole weeks since that night and as the days pass, I try to scratch the events from my memory with seldom success.

Harry won't speak to me, Niall walks through me like I'm some ghost and Cristie and I barely speak because she went away on an all country college tour with her cousins until the end of this month. Therefore, these days it's just me and the four walls of my bedroom that hides me from the outside world.

Just when I thought the extent of my torture could not get any worse, I became the target of cyber bullying . With Niall and I's break up public, Eli has been having fun manipulating the story and Niall doesn't even have enough regard towards me to at least deny the lies. I've learned to ignore but what bothers me is that I'm afraid that I'm becoming numb to the point I don't care...and it doesn't bother me anymore...I deserve it.

I put my hair in a bun, apply my makeup as usual and put on a black t-shirt and grey skinny jeans. I grab my bag and go downstairs where i see my parents.

My mother approaches me and smiles "Your bruises from practice are almost fully healed."

I replied flatly "It's makeup mom."

"Okay... well have a good day honey." she faintly smiles as she rubs my arm.

I stroll towards the door and my father's voice stops me as I touch the knob.

"Are you okay?"

"I've never been better" I say with a fake smile and exit the house.

I told my parents that I got my bruises from hockey practice. They easily believed and asked no further questions. I really don't need anyone bugging me right now. This is life and after all I am a big girl now. I should be able to hold my own.

I get to school pretty early and walk to the back of the building were they usual smoke and sit at the stands. I take my earphones out, plug them into my phone and drown out the world around me.

I can say boldly that I've changed. I'm no longer that ditsy princess from two weeks ago. I've seen how cruel people can be. How selfish and unforgiving they are and how demanding they are for love.

Who the fuck told Harry I'm fucking obligated to love him? Who the fuck told Niall he's obligated to put his fucking hands on me?!?! Who the fuck Eli thinks he is dragging my fucking name through the dirty?!?! Who the fuck told any of them that my life revolved around them and that I NEEDED them?!?! I know the fucking answer to all those questions.

Me.

 I acted like a defenseless bitch, I made them have their way with me! I'm the root of all of this.

Not being able to bare the mental battle, I scream really loudly and it helped for a while. 

In between music, I heard moaning... two people moaning. When I spin around I see Harry and Erica (one of his on and off exploits) about to go all the way. He sits steadily on an old bench as she grinds on him . They are loud and annoying

"Get a fucking room you whores!" I yelled with immense anger rising from inside.

Startled, Harry spun around and saw me but continued as he noticed it was me. 

I don't know what the fuck he's trying to prove but i already know he's fucked half the girls in this school ...so what's the point?

"Fucking pathetic Cheshire bitch. I hope you catch a STI." I spit as I walk away, feeling most disgusted by his behavior. Never have I ever imagined him as the type to take a girl behind the stands. And wants me to love him and trust him with my body? Hell no.