Loved You First (A One Direction/ Emblem3 love story) *SLOW UPDATES!*

Chapter 4: Threats and The Punishment (Day 1)

Adi’s POV

*BEEEEEEEP* *BEEEEEEP*

I grab my phone from next to me on the desk that I’m studying on.

-1 new message from Unknown

Hey, b8tch

Remember me? I got a new number, so u won’t. Well, guess who, ugly?

Im your worst nightmare. I broke u. And u won’t and i repeat, WONT hurt my precious Selena by telling her I was still dating u. If u dare tell her, I will take something close to your heart. Like maybe that new ‘Louis’ boy that you’ve been ‘hanging out’ with.

Hate,

GUESS YOU DORK

I feel a tear push its way out of my right corner of my eye. I know, I’m childish. I cry easily. But, I’m still hurting. He used to tell me I was the, and I quote, ‘Most beautiful girl on Earth’. Now he tells me I’m ugly. Hypocrite. He wouldn’t dare hurt Louis. He’s 2 years older than him. Idiot. And he ends with Hate. He used to always end with his feeling at the time. I guess he never did love me. I was just a toy to him... Aaarrggghh.

-New message to Awesome Ari

He still has my number. Don’t know how he got it. He sent me a threat message. And just to protect his ‘precious Selena’s’ heart. WTD??? What must I do, ignore??? And what’s going on with u + H???? J

Adz...

I put my phone back down next to me and study psychology, year 2. It’s pretty cool. I sigh. Gosh I’m bored. I supposed to be packing for my punishment, but i decided to study and eat first. Eat. That’s what I was gonna do know. I jump down the few steps that rise out slightly over the lounge. There are 4 steps above the lounge carpet, then there’s a little patio inside type thing which is where I have my desk. It looks out over the pool, which is a crystal blue and the grass, which is lush and green. The sky is clear, blue, not a cloud in sight. Very usual for London. I still don’t know how I survived moving here. I’m not actually Brit. I was born in Knysna, South Africa and lived there till I was 10. My parents divorced soon after I was born and I stayed with my mom in Knysna, whilst my dad moved to America with Taylor. So, I always fake a Brit accent. So, I kinda lied earlier, I just consider myself from Doncaster, ‘cause me mom and I moved to Doncaster when I was 8. I faked a Brit accent and told everyone I was from Doncaster and that I’d moved school. Then, when I was 17, I moved to London. I was used to hot weather and then I came to England and suddenly, guess what? It was FREEZING!!! Especially since I was used to, like, 37, 38, 39 ᵒc. Not -3 and stuff.

I walked into my baby blue kitchen and opened my creamy white fridge. I pulled out some left over baked beans. I made toast and put them on top. I grabbed a glass and milk and had my lunch. I ran upstairs and grabbed my pale pink, hard case suitcase and threw some clothes, my straightener and mascara and lip balm. I go EXTREMELY lightly on makeup, since I don’t really need much. Well, that’s what Justin USED to say. I lock my diary, iPod, laptop and earphones, as well as my iPhone 4S into a little bag which fits well into my suitcase. I pull my bag out into the hall way and sit on it.

*DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING DOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG*

“COMING!!”

“YOU BETTER BE!!!”

I pull my suit case out the door and Louis grabs it from me. I pout and follow him. We walk to the car and he stuffs my suit case into the boot and walks over to his seat. He smiles at me and starts the car. We arrive at his flat around 4. We walk in and I get attacked. Literally, I got bowled over. I sit up slowly and shake my head out. They smile at me innocently. My phone beeps and Louis jumps for it. His smile falters slightly. It isn’t reaching his eyes anymore. I scramble up and leg it to him. I grab my phone from him.