One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Sixteen: It's Not Easy

   (Zayn's Point of View)

   *Thursday; Day 3 of camping trip*

   I noticed Jessica staring at Michelle and Harry for awhile now. She had a look of disgust. Honestly, I have no idea why Jessica has such a big problem with Michelle. Michelle is lovely. I love Michelle. I consider her my best friend, my best girl best friend I've ever had. Michelle's told me what's been happening with her at school and such, and her problems with Jessica, but I've never really asked Jessica about it before. I've decided to find out. 

   "Hey, babe?" I asked Jessica. She quickly took her eyes off the two and looked at me. "Yeah?" she asked with a fake smile. "Can I ask you something?" I asked her politely. "Sure, of course," she said sweetly. How do I start? "So, well, I noticed you and Michelle haven't been talking, or well, haven't been getting along.." I began. She looked at me with a face of confusion, as if I had three heads. "What?" she asked. "You heard me, Jess," I stated. She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Well? What do you want?" Jessica asked me as if she was already irritated by me. "Well, why?" I asked her. "Why, what?" Jessica asked me. "Why do you hate her?" I asked with suspicious. Hopefully she answers me and gives me a straight forward answer. She was quiet for a moment. Then began, "I don't hate her.. It's just, I don't like her. She acts like her life is so fucked up, and shitty, when really, she has the good part of the deal. I have the fucked up, shitty life, not her. She always acts like a depressed shit when she shouldn't. I have a more horrible life than her, and you don't see me coming off as a depressed piece of shit, now, do you?" Her voice was now getting louder, and sharper. I shook my head. "Exactly. She's too over dramatic. She's so insecure, when she doesn't even have a reason to be. She's gorgeous. No, scratch that. I mean, drop dead gorgeous," Jessica continued. 

   I never knew she felt this way about Michelle. So, I guess she has a love/hate relationship with her? "Do you miss her?" I asked softly. She was quiet, then looked at me. "No, I don't need her anyways," Jessica said as she stood up and headed to my tent. Well, that didn't go the way I had planned it.  

   (Maggie's Point of View)

   *Friday; Day 4 of camping trip*

   It was our last day of our camping trip. We'll be leaving tomorrow morning. The boys would be leaving as well. After today, they'll be going off to the other side of the country to discuss tour business with people. After they leave, who knows when they'll come back. Who knows when the next time I see Louis will be. I highly doubt they'll come and visit me when I move since it won't be the same without the other girls. Although I won't be moving until a few days after graduation, I doubt they boys will come back to the U.S. just cause I was leaving. 

   Crystal was fast asleep like a baby. She had been up all night with the others. I went to sleep early last night. I was too tired to stay up. I know I should be enjoying my last time with the others, but, I was too upset. It hurt me that they still didn't know I would be leaving. They've been so great to me. They were like my best friends, actually. 

   I looked over at Crystal who was hugging me. I smiled. I slowly shifted out of her arms, trying not to wake her. I carefully lifted her arm, and placed a pillow under to replace my spot. It was a bit chilly since it was still early in the morning. I slipped a hoodie on, and quietly unzipped the tent, and headed out. 

   I slipped on my Toms. I looked around, every thing was so still, so quiet, so calm. Everyone was still in their tents and asleep. I brushed my teeth then I decided I would go take a walk since there was nothing else to do, and it was what I needed to relax. 

   As I walked past the picnic table, I accidentally knocked something down. "Wow, great job, Maggie. What a great job at not trying to wake people," I said to myself as I picked up the stuff I knocked down. Hopefully I didn't wake anybody. After I picked them up, I quickly walked away, just in case somebody woke up. I didn't want them to realize I was gone.