Out of line? Fuck yourself. Have a great night.
I rolled my eyes and replied my explanation for why I called one of my “best friends” out of line. I knew this conversation would end up badly, but I wasn’t going to let him win this one. He always does. This continued on for about 20 more minutes, til I fell asleep. I woke up, around 5:00 am, and checked my phone to see a text from him, only with “…”. I sighed quietly, trying not to wake my friend, and replied.
I’m sorry, Jake.
I once again, fell asleep. This time I woke up by my friend closing the door, and begin typing away on her laptop. I grabbed my phone and checked the time again, 9:07 am. That second, my phone lit up with a new message from Jake. My stomach dropped; I knew this would end bad.
Just leave me alone.
Those 4 words made me want to run away. I knew from now on, I wouldn’t get my best friend back. I typed a sincere apology and send it. My friend looked back, noticing I was awake, and yelled; “Morning, sleepy-head!”
I groaned and sat up, “Ugh, how long have you been up?” My throat was still scratchy after being sick for 2 days. She looked at the clock and said, “About 30 minutes. By the way, you sound really terrible.” I rolled my eyes. “Well, genius, I AM sick.” She just laughed at me and continued scrolling through Twitter.
Well, now would be a good time to explain some things, right? I’m Sam, and I live in crazy London. I moved here from Connecticut last year when I turned 18. Now, I’m 19 and I have long black hair, blue/green eyes and pale skin. I’m 5’3 but oh well. I wear black, thick-rimmed glasses because I hate contacts. I dress how I want, and I don’t care what other people think. My favorite band is One Direction. They’ve helped me through a lot, and they are all amazing people. I live in a huge flat with my close friend, Kaylie. We’ve been friends for a long time, and she moved here with me. She has long, straight dirty blonde hair, dark hazel eyes and stands at 5’5, with light tan skin. She’s gorgeous and well.. I’m not. Our parents were so thrilled that Kaylie and I wanted to start our lives over, that they paid off our flat. How awesome, right? Not to me. My parents hate me. They were only excited about the move because they wouldn’t have to put up with me anymore. Although, Kaylie’s parents were the definition of ‘amazing’.
Anyways, I tried not to let the texts bother me. Kaylie knew what was wrong so we were out all day, even though I had a killer sore throat. We went out to breakfast, to a shopping center, lunch, a playground and back home since it was almost 7, and Kaylie had to go to see her asshole boyfriend, Andy. Soon enough she left and I decided to go for a drive instead of sitting at home. I got into my SUV and went on Twitter while my car heated up a bit. I checked Niall Horan’s twitter, like always and I decided to send him a random tweet.
@Sambulencee: Wish I had someone to talk to about the stuff I have built up inside. I could see @NiallOfficial being that person, but he’d never see this.
I send the tweet, then turned off my phone because I didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. I let the car take me wherever, but it wasn’t til last minute that I realized I was about to drive past Jake’s house. My stomach was in knots. I didn’t want to look, but I did anyway.
1..2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6. Six cars were in his driveway.. That was enough to cause me to break and stop by a deserted beach down the street. Long story short, Jake and I dated, he broke up with me, we became close, then became friends with benefits, then stopped talking, then back to friends with benefits. We had sex, and I trusted him. Hell, I even loved him, that’s why seeing all those cars there hurt me. He didn’t care about me like I thought he did. I wanted to move on from him, but it was hard when I had trust issues, and wouldn’t let anyone in. I quickly gathered myself up and drove back home, because I’ve been out for an hour.
After 20 minutes of watching Friends in the living room, I realized my phone was off and I remembered it hasn’t been on in a while and Kaylie may have been trying to contact me. I turned it on when went into the kitchen to grab a Redbull out of the fridge. I opened it, and drank some while my phone turned back on. I spit out my drink, all over the counter when I opened up the new messages.
New Message from Twitter;
@NiallOfficial now follows you on twitter.
The second message was the one that actually made my heart stop beating.
New message from Twitter;
@NiallOfficial sent you a direction message; “Hello, luv! Saw the tweet, I’m here to listen! If it’s easier, we could Skype? Lookin forward to hearing from you. Nialler xx”
Holyshit.
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