I hate One Direction!

It's wrong...

*Sunny*

"WHAT???", I asked.

I was so confused. They were both in love with me?

But Harry. And Marcel.

Marcel have been my best friend since the kindergarten. I could talk with him abot everyone and everything. And now I know that he's in love with me?

And Harry. He's a superstar. So many girls are dreaming about this.

I didn't know what to do.

I looked at Marcel.

He looked at me.

Then he turned around and ran outta the room.

"What was this??", I asked Harry.

"I.....I don't know....I didn't even know that you know him....."

I turned away from Harry and ran to Marcel.

"MARCEL!! STOP!!!!", I shouted.

"Go away..I don't want to see you again!!!", he said without turning around.

"I want to talk to you! ", I said.

" But I don't want to talk to you!!", he said.

"FUCK!!! STOP!! NOW!!!", I shouted and jumped im front of him.

"Go away!!", he said and looked om the ground.

"What were you doing ???", I said.

"I....Thats not true!!! ", he said.

"What was not true??", I asked.

"What Harry told you!!!", he answered.

"But....", I began.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore....", he interrupted me.

"But Marcel......",I said and began to cry.

He didn't answer and walked away.

I fell down on my knees. crying.

it hurted so much to lose my best friend.

Tears ran down my face and I couldn't stop crying.

It was a pain my heart I've never felt before.

Harry sat down next to me and layed down his hand on my back.

"Hey......stop crying babe....", he said but I couldn't.

"I know you don't like me and I know that I don't help you at the moment....but ....I really like you and I want the best for you.....", Harry continued.

I couldn't say a word in this moment.

I stood up and wiped my tears away then I ran out of the stadium.

I felt Harry's view in my back but I wouldn't turn around.

I just wanted to go home. Beeing alone.

I ran into my room and closed the door behind me.

I began crying again.

"That's a great Birthday!!", I whispered.

As i sat down on my bed the poster of Harry fell on the floor.

I picked it up and looked at it.

A teardrop fell on the poster right on his cheeck.

I threw away the poster and layed down on my bed.

I didn't want to think of Harry and Marcel anymore so I turned on the tv.