Revolution [Liam Payne] ON HOLD

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I had to update. But my hand hurts like shit while typing this little authors note. And it's not because it's cramping from typing a lot, trust me I can type a 8 page essay, 100 words each page in 30 minutes and my hand will be fine. My friend had suggested I either broke my hand or have carpal tunnel syndrome. I hope it's none of those because I wanna keep updating.

Anyways here's chapter 6, and excuse anything that I spelt wrong. I was raised properly (not) and learned how to spell in kindergarten (yeah how to spell dog).

[6]

I N F I N I T Y

Guess what day it is.

Guess.

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It's a fucking Monday.

And guess what ended?

Spring break.

So guess what starts again?

School.

Yeah, the pain. I mean all the homework, the peasants, the teachers, oh wait their apart of the peasants group....whoops.

But then again, going to school only has one thing that's good, I can annoy a bunch of people. But then I probably look like I went skiing during spring break, oh wait who goes skiing in the spring.

Hmmm....rollerblading. Cause you know I have a cast on? I kept touching the thing the 'cut' (it was more like a massive opening in my skin...but according to the doctors and nurses it was a cut) after the surgery, so they got annoyed and thought I would reopen the stitches so they made me wear this thing.

At least I can still punch with my left hand (a/n: me too, at least I can still punch people with my hand right). Oh wait I got Harry for that.

Speaking of Harry, where the hell is he? He decided he missed his flat, so he left me alone in mine.

Such a shitty friend I tell you.

I'll just go cry to Kellin. Oh wait he'll be fucking Vic. Never mind. I don't need to be around gay sex.

Oh wait. I just realized something.

What'll happen if Harry got a boyfriend? Would he be too interested in his boyfriend?

As much as I'll be happy for him...I'll be a bit upset.

'A bit? More like totally upset. A depressed loser.'

You don't make sense at all, whoever you are.

'Im you.'

Aren't you suppose to be a good person? Who helps me out?

'Nah, it's funny not helping you out, plus you don't think before you talk so how the hell am I suppose to help you?'

Well I'm thinking right now am I not?

'True, true, and you know what, this Liam guy....'

What about him?

'How the hell am I suppose to know? I'm your conscience'.

So your telling me my subconscience would know?

'Your a idiot....'

I remember something telling me that the subconscious is a part of your mind of your mind that you aren't totally aware of...

'Like Liam...'

Wait what about this guy again?

His name sounded really familiar...ever since the moment he told me his name, a light bulb just seemed to flick on in the back of my head.

Now if I could just turn on all the other light bulbs.

"Infinity, tell me your in there!"

"Sorry Harry!" I shouted.

I think he've been knocking for 15 minutes already.

I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door before closing it behind me.

"I was shouting for you for like 20 minutes!"

Oh. 20 minutes. Now I feel bad.

"Sorry Harry, I was thinking".

"Do I need to send you to a mental asylum?"

"Hell no, you want me to get drugged, and raped and shit?" I asked.

Harry chuckled. "No, your too innocent."

"Yeah and I would like to keep my innocence" I said.

Then Harry groaned.

"Harry, I know your feet are tired but---"

"No Infinity!" Then Harry paused. "My feet are tired but look!"

He pointed at the school parking lot.

I looked and saw nobody important,

"Harry, there is---"

"No look!" Harry shouted, a shocked expression glued to his face.

Then I saw him.

"Holy shit..."

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I'm taking this fanfic sloooooooooooowwwww.

Also I'm planning on joining my school talent show.

And I'm planning to....get my homework finished.

Oh and how'd you like the cliffhanger?

Thanks for reading, and please comment, vote, and read my other fanfic.

~love, Ellie.