Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 13

Frankies POV

I woke up and lay in bed scrolling through my twitter. I sighed and changed onto my other twitter, where I actually said what I felt. Nothing was happening, some people had followed me, others retweeted some of the pictures I had tweeted, but nothing major. Then I remembered the boys from last night and decided to follow them. It can't do any harm so why not. I searched One Direction and then saw the boys individual twitters which I followed. The last was Louis who I saw had just tweeted:

@Louis_Tomlinson: I don't know your story, but I want to. I can't get in contact, but I want to. I can't save you, but I want to.

I frowned. Talk about a cryptic tweet, maybe new song lyrics or some shit. But if I was honest I didn't really care. It wasn't like I was ever going to see them again, the chances of that happening are non-existent. I glanced at the clock and saw it was only eleven. I groaned, I didn't want to eat and put on more weight and I couldn't really be bothered so what's the point? I pulled my duvet closer around me and just thought about everything. I mean all life is is a series of disappointments broken only by dark spells of depression. So why keep going?

Because I'm scared. I'm scared to die. No, I'm scared of what will happen if I fail to do it properly. And there's a small part of me that's scared of all the things I might miss. And this tiny part of my brain always seemed to be able to win, even on my darkest nights.

I felt myself start slipping back into sleep and did nothing to stop it. The weekend was my time off and I was not planning on doing anything to contradict the normal.

I awoke a while later, but as often happened, something was different. In my mind I knew this was another nightmare, but I didn't want to believe it. A voice came from the corner of the room.

You can run, but you cant hide

I'm not going to run. There's no where to run. I already know that, I've tried it before. I know.

It's not like anyone cares, or is going through the same thing you know. Your so different. So weak

People are going through the same thing. Maybe not the nightmares, but everything else. Zayn is. Harry is. Lots of people. I am not alone.

You're alone in person. No one wants to be around you. Why don't you do the world a favour and kill yourself?

I swallowed back the tears that were threatening to spill, maybe I should kill myself. Get away fromt he voices. The demons

Go to sleep my love

I screamed, the voice was right next to my ear, it was always in the far corner but now it was next to me. And I knew the voice. For some reason the accent came through and I turned my head. Louis? What? Why? Everything fell back into darkness.

I awoke later, sweating and panting. Fucking nightmares. I glanced at the clock, 3pm, I had to go out and get food, I still eat occasionally. Groaning I sat up and ran my hand through my hair. Ew greasy. I stumbled into the bathroom and started it up, impatiently tapping my foot. I stripped out of my pajamas and hopped in, relaxing as soon as the warm water hit my body. I smiled and started slowly washing my hair, I hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. I grabbed my razor, ready to shave my legs and then stopped. The blade flashed in the sun, so inviting, so peaceful. I dropped it as if it burnt me. No. I couldn't think like that. No.

I got out of the shower, ignoring the razor on the floor, and walking into my room with a towel around my body. I grabbed my bra and some pants before looking in the mirror. I looked shit. As always. My hair was a disgusting blondes brown that just looked stupid. My eyes were just brown. Boring as fuck. I have a mole right on my cheek and dimples. Who the fuck even finds dimples attractive? No one. I daren't look down the rest of my body, fat and scared as always. I sighed before pulling out a hoodie and some jeans. I just want food okay? I'm not going to some fucking beauty pageant. I glanced at my phone. No texts. What a surprise. I rolled my eyes and made my way downstairs and out of the door. I got into my car and pulled out of my small driveway, making my way to the closest shops.

"And Ian has spotted one direction, dressed of course in disguises. See you guys can spot them around" Greg James said. I rolled my eyes. I mean I loved Greg, he was an awesome presenter and his bum, don't even get me started on his bum. But come on. They probably don't actually want to be spotted. Whatever happened to giving people space when they wanted it? The next song came on the radio and I began singing along to it. Badly of course. But come on she looks so perfect is a fucking great song. I pulled into the shops car park and hopped out wondering into the shop. What to buy?

My problem was when I did eat I just ate shit. I could be bothered to cook properly and that became evident as I picked up two ready means, chips, chicken nuggets and three pizzas. I should be watching the calories that I'm eating, I should be cutting back on this shit. But it tastes too fucking good.

I was stood, debating on whether to get a tub of Ben and Jerry's or not when someone came and stood next to me. I shuffled a few steps the other way, pretending to look at frozen peas. Great now I just look like a mad woman

"Frankie?" I turned, looking around for someone I knew. No one. What the fuck? Am I hearing things now? I made a face and turned back around. "I know your not buying frozen peas Frankie" I spun around again. There was defiantly someone there. Defiantly. 100%. But the only person in the aisle what the weird guy with glasses and a moustache. I defiantly didn't know him. I kept my eye on him as I turned around again "god dammit Frankie it's me" he muttered and I looked at him shocked. I knew the voice from somewhere. I just didn't know him. "It's Louis. Last night in club. It's called a disguise love" I turned around to face him, and as he lifted his sunglasses I saw the haunted blue eyes. I stared at him, not knowing what to say. Like what?

"Why are you here?" I mutter, confused, this was a tiny shop in the middle of no where, why the hell would he be here?

"Aren't I allowed to go outside? Also we wanted some Ben and Jerry's" I shook my head. Weird. Weird boy. I didn't know what to do. Do I walk off? Do I talk to him? Why was I not educated on meeting famous people at school? "Are. Are you alright?" He asked hesitantly. I was confused

"Yeah, I'm just buying food?" It came out as a question, as if I wasn't allowed to actually get any food. Or buy it. Or do anything.

"No" he said taking my arm in his hand "are you really okay" I swallowed back the tears before pulling my arm out of his grip. How dare he ask me when he doesn't know me. What makes him automatically assume that I am not okay? I turned and left, walking straight the the checkout and paying.

He didn't follow.

Hey guys I know you've been waiting for a while for this but I have important exams coming up and everything so yeah

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Question of the chapter: do you like Frankie as a character or do you want her to change?