Secret Directioner

Broken Hearts and Old Farts

~An Hour Into The Party~

Why do I always come to these things I asked myself as I tried to locate Issac in the smoke filled house. I walked through the open door. Couples making out with each other here and there, plastic cups and beer cans scattered around, blunts being passed around. Ugh what's the point in smoking your just going to die earlier! I always found a way to keep my body away from the guys trying to rub their hands all over me which was pretty easy considering they were piss drunk.

Ugh. 20 minutes looking for him and nothing, I'll just look for him outside. I made my way towards the backdoor and stopped dead in my tracks. There he was on the couch. Snogging with a blond bimbo. The tears threatened to spill and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I moved slowly over to my 'boyfriend' taking in everything. "Glad I finally f-found you babe." I choked out.

His head snapped back so fast I would have laughed if I wasn't in this situation. "Baby it's not what it looks like." he slurred "You know I love you I would bever cheat on you!"

"Really? Cause that's not what it looks like to me." the tears were freely falling now and I could care less, nothing could stop me from feeling this heartbreak. "Enjoy you life Issac."

I walked away with him calling after me, tears staining my face, and all I could think was why.

I got into my car and was about to drive off when I remembered about Cynthia. I quickly dialed her number hoping she would answer. The phone rang and rang. Just as I was about to hang up I heard her answer. "Roisin? Whas wrong I saw you rush out of the house." I knew she would be worried. "It was Issac. Look I'll tell you everything tomorrow, are you going to be able to find a ride home tonight?" i didnt want to be rude but I just wanted to leave and she knew that. "Yeah, yeah don't worry about me Red. Call me tomorrow." I hung up and drove away.

Driving with tears clouding your vision is pretty hard, but I couldn't wipe them away anymore my eyes were sore and hurt like a pickle! I finally managed to pull up in my drive way. I didn't want to wake my dad so I just climbed up the side of my house into my room. I crawled into bed and cried.

When I could cry no more I felt like doing the only thing I could do in a time like this. I fired up my laptop and when it was finally up and running I opened up Twitter and logged on to my personal account. I clicked on compose tweet and typed in 'Its over we're done enjoy life.' tweet sent. I logged out, then logged onto my secret twitter, and then I continued to do what I did on my other account but this time it read 'You said you loved me, you said you cared. I say you lied and your a cheat. I'll be fine in time, thank you for showing me who you are underneath.'

Ding. I pulled open my new DM. From Niall Horan of course. Over he past two years we've grown closer. I know everything about him, and he knows everything about me except what I look like.

(N: Niall. R: Me.)

N: Hey Red what's wrong?

R: Besides the fact Issac cheated nothing.

N: he cheated on you!? Why would he do that?

R: I dont know. :/

N: don't worry babe hes an idiot for doing that to you, he didn't deserve you any ways

R: I know that now thanks Ni :)

N: the boys say you deserve better, well actually Harry said you deserve some loving from the curls! ;)

R: haha cheeky Hazza call me I want to talk to you and all the lads! :)

N: Okay just a sec babe Liam's dialing!