Anonymous| lrh

17| "you deserved the neck I'm sorry."

I woke up this morning expecting today to go great; it was Friday, Luke and I's first official "date" was a go, and we were all going to Ashton's after school. Oh man was I wrong.

Instead I was alone in my car after school, knees tucked up to my chest, awaiting for Luke or anyone of the boys to come in, arguing with Hannah over text.

She's been acting distant the last few days and I never really understood why. I thought the best thing to do was to not bring it up until she seemed ready to talk about it, figuring she was just in one of her moods. I then found that to be incorrect;

Best Bitch Hannah
You never even talk to me anymore. It's all about Luke now and you aren't even together. I get he's your first real "thing" or whatever, but you can't just ditch me and expect me not to get mad.

Charlie
I'm sorry you feel that way Hannah I really am. But if anything I've been the one to put forth most of the effort in our relationship recently. Luke and I hang out the same amount we did before any of this and you never seemed to have an issue with it then. Anytime I'm free you say you're busy and then we don't see each other outside of school. Even there you've been distant from me.

Best Bitch Hannah
Wow. You are such a conceded bitch Charlie, you act like you've done nothing wrong. You aren't fucking perfect so stop acting like it, your own mom doesn't even want to talk to you because of how manipulative you are. Ever thought about that? I'm surprised the boys haven't caught on to you yet, but I'm sure they will soon when you ditch them too for Luke Hemmings; the school's known player, good taste.

I shakily set down my phone, mentally rereading the words that appeared on my phone screen just moments before. Your own mom doesn't even talk to you because of how manipulative you are played over in my head on repeat.

I felt like I sat there for hours by myself, silent tears streaming down my face when it finally sunk in that Hannah was the one to say that to me, when in reality it was only another five minutes before my passenger door opened to be faced with a smiley Michael.

His bright face immediately dropped when his light eyes were met with my darkened ones. I hate making other people worried for me, I just hate emotions I think that is what's happening.

"Charlie?" He said quickly stepping down into my passenger seat, I quickly wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I don't really know why though, he already noticed them. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I sniffled, "yeah, yeah, I'm f-fine," that's when I lost it. Instead of silent, steady teardrops falling down my face it was full on sobs, and I mean sobs. You think Fiona Gallagher has the ugliest cry? Check again, I was loud, my face was wet, and Michael was absolutely shook.

"Okay Charlie it's okay," Michael cooed as he rubbed circles on my back.

This isn't something I'd normally be so upset about, but I think because it was Hannah, whom I thought was one of my best friends. But what hurt me the most was that she knew exactly what she was saying, she knew that my mom and I's relationship affected me no matter how little I showed it. And that this was it, nothing was said to end it but I knew that last text from Hannah concluded our relationship.

By the time my crying, or most of it subsided, Luke, Calum, and Ashton all came into view.

"Do you need to talk about why you just ended the drought with your tears or no?" Michael asked.

I love Michael for many reasons, one being he's never pushy. He's not one to get up in your business and try to force something out of you that you want to keep in.

I nodded, "when they all get in yeah. This is something you guys should be in the loop of."

Seconds after I spoke my back doors opened and in came the rest of the boys, seeming to instantly pick up the vibe in the car.