Before I walked out the plane Zayn grabbed my wrist. "Our fans are a bit crazy a times like this. So if any fans or paparazzi give you sh*t tell me. Alright?" I nodded my head. Harry grabbed my hand, "It's better if you hold hands, you don't want to get mobbed." I made an 'ok' sign with my fingers. We went out like this, Zayn, Liam, Harry, Me, Louis, Niall. I noticed every once and a while that Zayn grabbed Liam's wrist, Liam grabbed Harry's, Harry would grab mine, I just kept the train, I grabbed Louis's wrist and he grabbed Niall's. I think it was to make sure no one had gotten mauled. Zayn was right, these so called, 'Fans' were freaking out about me. "Who the hell is she?!" One person shouted. One person grabbed my shirt, "Your a slut you know that?" She expected that I would deny but instead I nodded my head mouthed,"I know, sorry." Harry grabbed my hand again, "Why the hell would you say that!?"
We finally got out of the crowd. We sat in the limo. I didn't want to analyze why or why I didn't say this or that. So I grabbed the little backpack that the boys gave me to hold my few things. I pulled my iPod out my backpack and popped the headphones in. "Harder to Breathe" by Maroon 5 came on, I just fell asleep.
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Worthless
Ficção AdolescenteMy name is Allison. But that doesn't matter. I don't matter. My father says it, my mother says it, and my sister says it. Even when I went to school, the people at school said it too. So it has to be true. I am worthless. I am turning 18 today, fina...
