Heyyyyy, I love one direction so much, so i decided to write a fan fic about them :) i've read heaps of others and they're soooo good and they inspired me to start writing one. Its my first so don't judge;) please comment :) x
I stared at my iPhone blankly. Too many emotions, so many I felt as if my head as about to explode. Why me? Why now? Why why why? My vision started to blur as tears cascaded down my faces, my small whimpers turned into full blown, loud sobs. I threw my face in my pillow and wrapped my duvet around me, I just couldn't carry on, how could he? I thought he loved me, obviously I was very wrong. So does that mean that the whole relationship was a lie? Ugh I just can't think straight...
He's just a boy, a stupid guy. I can't get upset over him. I finally composed myself and sat up from my cocoon of a duvet. I unlocked my iPhone and the text was still on the screen.
Jake: hi. so I don't really want a relationship right now, idk too much commitment. sorry.
I can feel tears starting to prick in the corner of my eyes, before they fall, I pick up my iPhone and throw it to the opposite side of the room, causing it to smash into the wall. I gasp, and race to where it landed. I turned it to face upwards and saw a newly formed crack, stretching from the bottom right hand corner to the top of the phone, with other several cracks sprouting from the main crack. Asshole. He made this happen, he did this. I should care about the crack, but jake had gotten it for me for my birthday, the rich bastard. Good riddance. I took out the sim card and threw the phone into my bin, and reached for my previous Samsung galaxy from my drawer and put the sim in. I sat on my bed, and looked around my room. EVERYTHING reminded me of him, all of the photos of us together plastered around my room, his hoodie crumpled in a heap in the corner, the smell of his deodorant lingered in the air, and now the phone in the bin. Shaking my head, I got my laptop and pulled up Facebook. 35 new notifications and 10 new messages, I knew what this meant. Sure enough, the top story on my newsfeed was: Jake Owen changed from in a relationship to single. 9 comments already, i sighed, not really wanting to read them, but i knew there would be scandal, so i clicked on it anyway.
Will Jones: awwww yeah jakey! Now you can come have a little fun like the rest of us!
Connor Leighton: ^ oath brother
Jake Owen: hahaha yeah man, tomorrow night?
Lauren Smith: awww baby :( what happened? Text me <3 <3 <3
Jake Owen: yeah:( long time no speak, I miss you xxx
Will Jones: yeh text meh
Jade Ash: JAKEY OMG BABE. YOU'RE SO HOT THOUGH? Shame xo
Jake Owen: I know, she just didn't see it aye;) you're still hotness x
Jade: oh stop it big boy;) hehe her loss xo
IS HE SERIOUS? Jade is the biggest slut in the world, yuck, he told me he hated her? Well I guess everything was a lie anyway... I decided to comment myself.
Kate Willis: I'm going to miss you so much jakey babes ;( have fun with your sluts <3
I chuckled to myself, nice work, sure it was mean, but he put me in this mood.
It's not me.
It's Not you.
There's a reason
I'm just trying to read the signals I'm receiving.
My phone buzzed, playing my favourite song. The caller ID read: The Bestie, with an attractive picture of my best friend, Tory, pulling a face.
"KATE! Are you there? When did this happen? Are you ok I'm so worried. Reply to me bitch!"
