Andy Calder

A Hero

"Holding out for a hero seems stupid when you don't know who you're waiting for. Like, why wait for superman when you have no idea who that is?

I guess we all do that though. We all wait for someone to come around to help us. The girl I helped yesterday was waiting for me. I was waiting for Louis, Niall, and Zayn. Louis, Niall, and Zayn were waiting for Simon.

It's a chain. Once someone saves us, we save someone else," I speak clearly to the camera.

I'm finally home alone so I have some peace and quite to make a new YouTube video. I decided to make an inspirational video about helping people after the 'wonderful' events of yesterday. So far it's been really easy to just speak my mind. I think I'm makiung some good points.

"Well, I guess all I really have to say is that I hope you guys and galls will help someone out next time you see someone who needs help. I'll see y'all later! Buh Bye!!" I say as I stop recording.

I do some final updates and post the video to YouTube.

No one has come home yet so I decide to try and get back on my twitter. My fans are freaking out with me not being on twitter.

I pull up my browser on the computer and get to Twitter. I type in my username and password and it still works. Zayn obviously didn't think of changing either of them.

As soon as I click log in, my notifications start blowing up. Some of them are complementing my new videos, but most of them are related to One Direction. Not very many are nice.

Most of them are calling me names and telling me to dissapear. Some how they found my old school pictures and are telling me to starve myself again. Some are telling me that I am making the band fall apart.

Honestly, they all hurt. My eyes stung trying to read the words on the screen. I couldn't believe someone could write this stuff.

Just as I was about to write a response to all those nasty comments, the front door opened.

"Andy! We're home!" Zayn's voice yelled through the house.

'Fudge. I can't let him see that I'm on here. I have to close it out!'  I thought.

My hands didn't want to move though. I was frozen with pain.

"Andy?" Zayn said, getting closer to me.

I still couldn't move. I couldn't respond. All I could do was stare at the screen.

"Crap. Is that Twitter? Crap. Niall!" he yelled.

Niall walked out of the kitchen and over to us. Zayn Pointed at the screen.

I could tell that neither of them were mad. They were worried. Yet, I also knew niether of them would be my hero this time.

Just as Zayn opened his mouth, I ran. I got up and ran up the stairs. I ran into my room and locked the door behind me.

Only I can be my savior this time.

I pull out my phone and download Twitter. I type in my password and go straight to making a post.

'You should all really think before you speak. Don't say something you wouldn't want to hear about yourself.'

I hit send then lock my phone and toss it on my bed. I open the door and Niall and Zayn both come tumbling in.

"Were you guys spying on me?" I ask.

They both deny it but I can tell they are lying.

"Nothing they said was true Andy," Niall said.

"I know," I say.

"Seriously, don't take any of it to heart," Zayn repeats.

"I'm not," I shrug.

"Don't let them get to you," Niall keeps going.

"Guys, you don't have to save me this time. I'm my own hero today," I say.

I guess that's true. The only real hero that can save you, is you.

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(A/N)

Sorry it's short! I will only write a new chapter if I get at least 3 comments!

-Gabby