The Only Reason

Silence

I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. It was Isabel. "What happened?! C'mon Stella tell me!" the text read. Everything was blurry, since i had just woken up. "Niall asked me out." I replied. She replied immediately. "What?!" When?" "Yesterday." "Did you go?" "Yes." "TELL ME EVERYTHING!" "Okay, okay. Calm down i'll tell you about it." I told her all about it. From my strugglle of finding the perfect outfit, the his smile at the end of the night. "His smile was so hypnotizing." i said giggling. "Looks like you've finally fallen for him." "No i haven't! We're just friends." I answered partially joking. "Okay, whatever Stella." She replied.

We talked for a while longer, than she had to go. I decided to watch more episodes of The Walking Dead.

I waited. And waited. And waited. I waited for a text or. call from Niall. None. I watched a whole season of The Walking Dead. Still, not a sound from Niall.

Hours past.

I was getting worried. I started to think of crazy senerios that could only happen in dreams.

"He's probably seeing another girl," i said to myself. He probably was. Someone prettier, skinnier, funnier. I'm used to it anyways. Going out with a hot guy one time, than the next night they're making out with some blonde chick. It hurts, but i'm used to it.

I know it's not a good thing to be used to. It's sad, really.

It wasn't until 2:00 in the afternoon that i realized i hadn't eaten all day. I got up lazily and went to the fridge. As usual, there was nothing apatizing in the fridge. So i went to the cabnet and looked.

I found Nutella.

Jackpot.

I grabbed it and got a giant spoon. I was so hungry, i could eat a whale. Considering i was the size of one.

I still wonder why Niall spent his precious time with me. I almost ate the whole thing of Nutella, but i didn't want to be any fatter then i already am.

I continued to watch tv, but i picked a different show. Pretty Little Liars. I had heard good things about it, but i hadn't really taken the time to watch it.

After the first few episodes, i was hooked. I watched a whole season. I couldv'e done more, but my phone rang. It was Isabel.

"H-hello?" "Stella!" "Isabel." "Hey girl! So have you heard from Niall today?" "No, not a peep." "What a dick." "Ugh, Isabel." "Joking. Partially." We both laughed. "It's actually starting to worry me a bit. He said he would call me." "Weird." "I know." I sighed. "He's probably making out with some blonde chick." "Oh, Stella, Don't think like that." "Too late." A silent tear ran down my face. "I'll talk to you later, Stella. Bye." "Bye, Isabel." She hung up.

I grabbed an unopened bag of Doritos i had been saving and ran up to my room. I grabbed a blanket and partially covered myself. I plugged in my tablet and went on Netflix. For that moment, i had forgotten everything bad.

But than it came rushing back a few minutes later. Netflix makes me happy, i guess. Netflix makes everyone with a soul happy.

It was 10:00 pm, still, my phone sat silent, lonely. Like me.

I dozed off suddenly, and woke back up at midnight. I found myself rocking back and forth, with my phone in my hand. Just waiting. My light was still on, barely.

My eyes were slowly closing. I sleep couldn't. I had to wait. It was 2:00 i was twiddling my fingers. Just hoping my phone would buzz. Nothing. I started arguing with myself.

"He never liked you. He never will like you. You're ugly Stella. Ugly." I kept thinking depressing thoughts. That's all i could think about really. "He found someone better." "Wow, you really think I have a chance with him?"

The thoughts continued. I was drowning in my own thoughts. Then it got worse. "Go ahead. Grab that blade. You're better off bleeding." I looked over at my blade across the room. It hadn't been touched in weeks. It was calling my name. It sounded lonely. I walked over and picked up my blade. I sat on my rug, just staring at it. Aimlessly.