Mute Girl (One Direction) [WATTY AWARDS, PLEASE VOTE AS YOU READ]

Getting to Him

Hello peoples! I meant to write all week but was under so much homework and yesterday I caught a horrible cold. So I update today. Thanks to all of you who vote and comment.

Its third persons POV remember.

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Louis stared at the phone. He and the boys knew what hate felt like. It was a huge down side of fame. But what could have Patricia possibly done to so many people?

@Patricia2221 Go die in a hole, nobody would miss you!

@Patricia2221 Ew. So Twitter is officially uncool, since you’re on it.

@Patricia2221 Maybe you don’t have many followers because you’re fat and ugly!

He frowned as he read through the comments. Patricia was so quiet, so simple, why would these people possibly send her hate? He wondered. Sighing, he deleted these comments. No way, would he let Patricia see these. When he was done, he quickly signed out of Patricia’s account and logged into his own.

“Maybe if I followed her, she’d be more popular,” he said to himself, quietly. He nodded to himself and followed Patricia on Twitter.

He crawled out of bed, leaving the phone there, and hurried to the bathroom, and then downstairs. Niall was already there, stuffing his face with pancakes.

“Hey, Nialler!” Louis said, as cheerfully as ever, collection his own plate of pancakes.

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Patricia smiled as she and Harry threw bread to the ducks and watched the wrestle to get it.

Harry stared at her the whole time, without her even realising. A smile played on his lips the whole time. For once, it was actually genuine. He watched her soft brown hair flowing in the breeze as she watched the ducks.

“Should we head on home?” Harry asked. Patricia nodded, following Harry towards the exit. Patricia breathed in the fresh air. It felt great to be out in a place with no pollution or fumes. One could really feel nature around them early in the morning.

How do know Patricia? Harry thought to himself. She doesn’t seem to know me. How do I know her then?

Not remembering where he knew Patricia killed Harry. It made him want to rip out his curly locks!

As they walked home, Liam sat up in his bed back home.

He had barely slept a wink last night. He was thinking about Patricia all night long. Seeing her cut herself had haunted him. Why would she cut herself? Why had she run away the other day? Questions like these went through his mind.

It really frustrated him, not knowing anything. It was as if he was in a box of riddles he had to figure out.

He never really liked secrets. He couldn’t help but want to know them. Like when her friend was going out with his younger sister Charlotte, they kept it a secret and he had to know it. It just got to him when people kept secrets.

While on the other hand, the way that Patricia smiled, it got to him to, just in a better way. Or the way Patricia’s eyes twinkled only for a moment sometimes. The truth was everything Patricia did got to him in a good way.

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What? GIVE ME A BREAK!!! I’M SICK HERE!!

Anyway, a big thanks to @Zayner4ever for making me a Mute Girl Trailer which is right over there!

¬TheSpiritofLove <3

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