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

Secret Girl

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Liam climbed the down the stairs as the door swung open, revealing Harry and Patricia, both with big grins on their faces. If Liam was wearing the mood ring, it would have turned envious green. He watched with his mouth hanging open as Harry and Patricia walked into the kitchen. There sat Louis and Niall with stacks of pancakes in front of them. Patricia and Harry sat down, taking on of the plates as Liam followed.

He sadly sat down in front of them. He looked at his plate of pancakes in front of him and picked up a fork.

“Who eats pancakes with a fork, Li?” Niall asked, stuffing a whole pancake in his mouth. Liam shook his head at the blond boy.

“The people who have heard of utensils, maybe?” Liam replied, calmly. He looked up from his plate over to Patricia. She was too picking on her pancakes with a fork. He smiled, putting a piece of pancake in her mouth.

*

The day was dragging on. Louis, Zayn and Patricia sat on the couch, yawning repeatedly.

“I’m bored!” Louis groaned, again.

“Would you shut up already?” Zayn yelled, “We’re all bored!” Harry had gone to see a close friend, while Niall had begged Autumn to come with him to Nandos. Liam was gone to visit a relative that was in town. This left Zayn, Patricia and Louis to be bored out of their mind.

Louis groaned making Zayn angrily sigh. Patricia watched them quietly. Suddenly, Louis jumped to his feet.

“I know what we can do!” he said. “I know! I know!” he yelled, pointing to the ceiling in a knowing way. Zayn rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and going on to text his sister.

“Let’s go… to the shelter!” Patricia tilted her head, confused. What was he talking about? She wondered.

“You know,” he said, sitting down beside Patricia, pushing Zayn towards the floor, in order to do so. Zayn sighed through his nose. Louis really was getting on his last nerve. Louis continued, ignoring the occasional glares from Zayn. “The dog shelter. I thought you might like to go, since you seemed like an animal lover, the other day.” Patricia smiled. She loved dogs, or any animals actually. She grinned and jumped to her feet, a smile on her face.

“You coming, Zayn?” Louis asked the Asian boy. He yawned in reply, shaking his head and putting ear-buds in. Louis shrugged and happily made his way towards the door, Patricia alongside.

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Liam had lied. There was no relative. He just wanted some alone time, to sit and think. Yes, he knew it was wrong of him to lie but he had panicked.

He lied down on the grass and sighed. What the hell was going on with his life? Why was some quiet girl starting to get to him? Why had seeing her with Harry made him so angry?

Liam looked up at the clear sky. He got to his feet and took a stroll, until he reached the city. He looked around, spotting Patricia’s house. Not by the number, he remembered it, clearly. It was after all the visions of this place that haunted him, since this was the place Patricia had cut herself.

He made his way to the small house. In this house, lied all the answers to all his questions. Not that he knew. Yet.

He dug in the nearby plant for a key. He pulled it out and looked at it. Would it be right to break in, he wondered. Inside the good and the bad battled it out and at last, the bad side won and he put the key in the hole, giving it a small twist.

The door swung open and he stepped in, turning on the light. He climbed up the stairs to the hallway. He looked at the bathroom, flinching as he remembered Patricia cutting. He didn’t know why, but the thought of someone cutting freaked him out! It wasn’t just Patricia; even being told in school about cutting had made him want to flip!

He sighed and entered another room. He felt so bad for breaking into Patricia’s home, but yet curious enough to not leave.

The room had a single, made bed, a small drawer, a wardrobe and in the window lots of plants, in the corner, though, something caught his eye. It was a blue chest. Impulse got to him and he made his way to the chest. He was aware that he was invading poor Patricia’s privacy, so let’s all kick ourselves when I say, that he opened the chest.

It was all books and photos. Liam pulled out a book, only to realise, the leather-covered ‘book’ was a diary.

He looked at the year it was written. 2002. He shrugged and opened to a random page in the diary.

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