I opened the fridge, hoping that there was something normal to eat in it. It was a normal day, a normal boring Sunday, just like all the others. While I rubbed with my one hand on my belly, I stared into the white empty fridge. I closed the door with my other hand and looked outside through the window. To the rainy, busy streets of London. I sighed, turned the milk carton open and poured the glass half full. I drank it in one gulp, without breath, I just threw the glass of milk backwards. Slowly I felt the cold milk sliding down my throat, as if I had just been rescued from dehydration.
The house was quiet, very quiet. All I could hear was the sound of the raindrops tapping on the window and the wind which blew into the house through the kitchen window. I had not eaten for days, the fridge was totally empty and I did not feel like getting anything. I had screwed up, I had ruined everything. I sighed again while letting my head fall in my hands.
Slowly I rubbed my hair out of my face that stuck on my forehead with sweat. As long as I could remind I had not showered in two weeks. I strolled slowly to the white couch that stood in the middle of the livingroom, still with my dark blue sweatpants and white t-shirt on that I already wore for like three days. I let myself fall with a loud bang while staring at the picture that was standing alongside the television. The picture with my best friends. On the left of the picture was Zayn with a glass of champagne in his hand, next to him stood Louis who was wearing his recognizable striped shirt. Louis stood beside Harry who also had a half full glass of champagne in his hand, smiling at the person next to him. I felt shivers down my spine when I thought about the last name, Liam. He stood next to Harry on the photo and next to an already recognized standard boy, myself. His hand was resting on my shoulder and he smiled sideways at me and I at him. I sighed. I had screwed up, our friendship was totally ruined.
Slowly I walked to the picture picked it up and rubbed the dust from the glass. Everything was different now, everything had changed. Our friendship was over, it was totally over and I still felt that it was my fault..
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Beautiful Mistake
Teen FictionBeing in love is like the best feeling on earth. You feel free, happy, as if all the happiness in the world is intended for you. But love is not always as good as expected, in fact love can ruin your whole life. Sadly this happened to Niall, the boy...
