Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I can't stop you from leaving can't I?"

I just sat there.

Motionless.

Kind of like a body after having its heart and soul ripped out from its chest.

I could still feel the tears in my eyes, but I could be wrong, considering I can’t feel my eyes anymore.

Now that I think of it, I can’t feel any tears either.

I guess I already used all of them up.

Years and years of not crying, finally paid off, and I’m left with no more tears.

Great.

Maybe now, I can finally move to china under the name of Daisy McFlower.

I know a guy that can make me a fake passport, even… nah. Too lazy, and tired, and worn out to do anything, really.

All I could do was stare.

Stare out onto the city lights and think about how many people must hate me right now.

Stare out into the city lights, planning my father’s death in my head.

I’m only kidding about that last one by the way… but you never know… if someone like him hurt you as much as he did to me, you’d be considering it too.

I can only imagine how much the boys must hate me right now.

If I were them, I’d hate me too… a lot.

I can only imagine how mad and furious Harry is with me.

He told me he loved me for Christ sake!

If that doesn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.

Sigh.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in his bed right now, throwing darts at a picture of me on the wall. Trust me, I would know. I did that once, to my Dad’s picture.

And then there’s my Father. There’s no point in calling him Dad anymore. He’s not a Dad. He’s a selfish bastard that uses his daughter to get richer.

Hey that rhymes.

Richer, and Richard.

Maybe that’s why grandpa and grandma named him that. They knew he was gonna go to hell one day. Why not make his name rhyme with a greedy way to go?

Fuck.

I screwed up, didn’t I?

It’s all my fault.

If I would’ve never agreed to this, I wouldn’t be sitting here, on a lonely abandoned cliff, with pieces of a smashed guitar in my hands, crying my eyes out, and knowing that everyone in the world will know the name Allison Miller, and how she broke Harry Styles heart.

Fuck!

Why can’t my life just be normal?

Oh yeah. Because I was born into a family that didn’t even want me.

They should’ve just gone with abortion. At least that way it would’ve left things better off.

Suddenly, I hear a car engine but I’m to torn to look.

I recognize that car engine anywhere. It was the car that was used to pick me up when I agreed to fake date Harry.

Somewhere deep in my heart, I hoped it was Harry.

It wasn’t him.

“Hey.” The person says. I stay quiet letting more tears fall.

“Mind if I sit?” again, I ignore them and swallow the lump in my throat that is keeping me from bursting out crying again.