Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015

Chapter 26

This is for all of the girls out there who have to constantly deal with or have dealt with people talking bad about them or mean girls bullying them for no reason at all. For things that they can't help or have no control over.

No one's perfect. Everyone that lives in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. Meaning: You have no room to talk about anybody because you ARENT perfect. Just as you knock down someone else's glass house (self esteem, confidence..ect) yours can get knocked down too just as easily. The last time I checked, we all have flaws. Not just a specific person (s). You never know what the person you're bullying or mistreating is going through. So please, just stop the hate. Be nice. It's not that hard. Because nobody has time for drama.

Brielle

"She needs to lose weight." One tweet said. "She should really put on more makeup and concealer, her acne is seriously getting out of control!" And another. "Her eyes are really really dark. Maybe she colors them with a black marker to make herself look better but ended up making herself look worse than shit." Another. "How old is this girl?!?! She has wrinkles everywhere! Look around her face!" Another. Everywhere I look, people always have something to say about me. How I look. What me and Harry have, they don't like. They hate me for what they don't know. What you see is what you get, I'm Brielle Styles and I will be until the day I die. I'm not changing for anyone and I damned sure won't let them get to me in any way. "They're sad, love." Harry interrupted my thoughts. "They really are. And it pisses me off to think that people are that cruel. They're sad with their own lives so they have to pick on people that they don't even know. Haven't said more than ten words to. They can't break you. Wanna know why?" I paused and nodded my head slowly, wiping the tears that stained my face. "Because you're bigger than they'll ever be. Inside and out, you're nice. You're relatable. You're smart, creative, happy, sweet to anyone and everyone." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thank you." I whispered as he rubbed my back softly and whispered more sweet things in my ear.

Perrie

"Perrie, babe?" I heard Zayn call from the hallway. "In here!" I said with my voice crackling on accident. I wiped my tears quickly as he made his way into our room. "Love..you're crying?" He asked and sat beside me, holding me in his arms and rocking back and forth. "What is it babe? I can help. I promise I'll help you." He said. "Is it the fans again?" I shook my head no and buried my face in his chest. "I-I don't feel enough for you." He looked down at me confused. "You don't? How come? You're perfect, Periwinkle." He grinned and I scrunched my nose up, he knows I hate it when he calls me that. "Seriously, whatever it is that you're thinking, stop it. Because you're perfect the way you are and in your own way. No one can be you. You're unique, your own person. Oh, and you're more than enough." I broke down and cried into his chest. Instead of talking, he continued to rock us back and forth and kiss me as much as he could. Somehow, he knew that silence was the best answer and medicine.

Danielle

"Come on, Dani!" Liam shouted from the kitchen. "I'll race you to the car! Nandos is waiting!" I shrugged and made my way down the stairs to meet him. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Oh. Nothing. Let's just go." I replied plainly, trying to walk out in front of him but he caught me by the wrist. "Oh no you don't. Now tell me what's the matter." I sighed while nodded my head. "School was rough, that's all." He looked concerned and sat down on the sofa, pulling me beside him. "Tell me what happened." I began to tell him all of the shit that I've been put through on a daily basis from these girls who always seem to have something to say about someone other than themselves. "The last thing they said was about my hair or something. Saying that I don't have any and that it was too thick, but my hair is natural. It's supposed to be thick and not that long because it's curly all of the time." I finished off and felt a ton of weight ease off of my shoulders. "Dani, listen. I know you've dealt with mean people in the past at your old school as well, but it's gonna be okay. It'll be alright. Don't focus on what they've been saying about you or say about you. They need to take a look at themselves and stop giving you a hard time. You know the key to killing people like those girls? Be nice. Happy. Continue to be the perky, beautiful girl that I know and fell in love with." Tears of joy rushed down my face. "Now, how about that Nandos." He grinned and I punched his arm playfully. "Let's go, I know you want your chicken." We both stood up and walked towards the door. "You damned right I do!" I heard Liam shout from behind me and smiled to myself.

Eleanor

"Louis, could we maybe..not go to the beach today. I'm not very comfortable." Lou came from out of the bathroom in his swimming trunks. "Why, babe? Is there something wrong? You on your period? Need some plugs?" I squeezed my eyes shut and laughed at his sudden outburst of questions. "No, no, Lou. I don't need any plugs and I'm not on my period. It's just..I haven't had a workout or have been eating healthy and it's starting to show." Louis grabbed me by my waist and put me down in front of the mirror. "Where?" He asked with no emotion on his face. "Where don't you like yourself?" I shrugged. "No no no. Tell me." I pointed to my stomach and thighs first, they were my problem areas. "Your stomach. It's beautiful and skinny, very skinny. Someday, we'll have babies in there and they need a safe place to sleep until they're born. Your thighs, look at them! They're straight up and down. There's nothing wrong with the way you look and if you're comparing yourself to someone else, stop it. Because you're you. And you are enough for me and yourself."

Leigh-Ann

"I cooked you a huge dinner!" Niall shouted from the kitchen as soon as I shut the front door. "I cooked pasta, bread sticks, rice, BBQ chicken, and soup." I slowly smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Niall." He raised his eyebrow at me. "What's the matter with you? Not hungry?" I shook my head no. "Yes you are, you haven't gotten anything to eat since this morning and that was one bowl of frosty snacks, Leigh. So try again." I frowned and sat down at the table as he made his way behind me and massaged my shoulders. "Tell me, love. I won't judge you. You should know that by now." He sat in the chair beside me, waiting for me to tell him I suppose. "Maybe if I lose a couple of pounds, you'll like me as much as you did your Victoria's Secret model. I saw you both on Instagram. Tumblr. Twitter. The pictures are everywhere, Niall and let's be honest. She has a perfect body, I don't. Perfect face. Hair." He looked at me as if I was crazy and stood up. "Stay here, I'll be back." A few minutes later, he returned with his cell phone in hand and it ringing on speaker phone. "Hello?" I heard a female's voice say. "Hey, Aurora, it's Niall. Listen, I have a few questions to ask you if you don't mind." There was a long pause before she spoke up. "Sure, go ahead, Niall. I have a little time before the photo shoot starts." Niall thanked her and started asking her. "Have I ever touched you sexually or in a way that would make you think that we were more than friends?" The girl laughed. "No, never, Niall. You've always said that you're in love and that you want to marry Leigh-Ann someday and that's she's the perfect girl for you. No woman can compare to her and never will." He looked at me and held his arms up. "Told you so." He mouthed and put the phone to his year. "Thanks for being honest, Aurora. Leigh-Ann has been listening to you explain a few things and I hope she feels better because I really love her." She said a few words and they hung up the phone. I ran to him and kissed him with everything that I had in me. "I love you, Leigh." He mouthed. "I love you, my little songbird." I replied and dug a fork into the pasta. "But you have some competition here with this pasta." I shoved the fork in my mouth and the rest, well let's just say Niall had to make more.