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"I don't care what happened! I don't care about you, no one does! You know what Styles, they were right, your just a fucking little prick, no one wants you around, your just good for publicity. And that's all you'll ever be wanted for. No sane person could want a bastard like you in their life. Maybe that's why everyone left you, because your an annoying dick. Nothing more, alot less." His words were a harsh wake up pounding into my ears through the small speaker of my phone.
"Bu---t... Sim---" My voice hiccuping as my tears singed the already broken skin on my face.
"It's Sir, to you." Hatred and disgust rolled off his tongue into my ears making more tears run away from home.
"Ss---(gulp)... Sir, can- I just have... one... one more day? I nnn--need it." Each tear living on my eye stabbed into it in hopes to assassinate it's home.
"Alright dumbass, let me explain, simple maths.
Harry plus outside, equals paparazzi.
Harry plus paparazzi, equals money.
Money plus Simon, equals happy.
Now subtract that all, and what does it equal?" Simon explained slowly to make sure I would understand every single humiliating word spoken.
"Ugh... no money?" I struggled to answer through the tears imploding on my face.
"Your slightly smarter than I give you credit for, pony boy. Now go find your calculator and make that equation a reality. Cry all you want boy, it'll just bring better attention to you." His voice menacing and intimidating.
"Fucking, ugly bastard, no wonder his father left. Good for nothing, used for everything." His voice softer as he tried to mutter to himself, just not quiet enough. He ended the call without a goodbye, just a mission.
"ARGH!" I sobbed in pain as every word stabbed into me not stopping to save me. I threw my phone across the room in frustration hearing the contact as it hit the wall. My knees crushed into my chest as I wrapped my cold, bruised arms around my shins crushing my stomach further, limiting my breathing. My neck gave in to the weight of my head letting my head rest in the crook of my knees supporting it's wait effortlessly.
My head shook as a result of my mumbling tears. Each tear stripping back a layer of my skin trying to reveal my scars and pain buried deep beneath the surface. I shut my eyes in anguish trying to contain repetitive tears and sobs that controlled my life-less, limp body. My hands adventured across the harsh skin on my face feeling the open wounds of my face against the sealed wounds on my fingertips. My fingertips laced their way into my hair pulling it shooting pain throughout my body, triggering the vivid memories that I hoped I could bury along with my happiness all those years ago. My teeth attached onto my lip as my hands travelled further back tangling into the curls that danced along my head.
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One Direction Preference Fan-Fiction
FanfictionThis book contains long preferences (like a mini fan-fic) for each boy they are about 2 chapters long for each boy. I'm not very good at describing this book, so maybe you should read the book so I don't have to try describe it anymore! ;) Why are y...
